<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708</id><updated>2011-10-21T12:40:39.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing Writer Swing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7222148111222470570</id><published>2011-06-25T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:03:25.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and a Half Men... Will it be any good after Sheen leaves?</title><content type='html'>We all love Charlie Sheen in "Two and a Half Men," but withought him, will we really watch the comedy still? I think not. Sheen is, of course, the main character in the comedy, but he really does make the show. Without him, so much will be lost that can never be regained with Ashton Kutcher as the new star of the series. Sheen gives the show a humor that both adults and teenagers can enjoy, and his age makes it all the funnier; not that he's old, but he's the perfect age for his character to be utterly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher is funny, but in a different way as Charlie Sheen. He doesn't seem fit to fill the roll; yes, I know he isn't playing Charlie on the show, but bear with me. Kutcher will forever be known as Michael Kelso from "that seventies show," where he played a stupid airhead who, while filled with off-the-wall hilarious comments, seemed rather abnoctious at given points. Yes, that is just one roll, but it seems he plays those kind of rolls the best. I am really unsure that he will succeed in the upcoming seasons of "Two and a Half Men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is all my opinion, I speak for me and me alone, but I'm sure my feelings are shared with at least a select few of others. I have nothing against Kutcher, I just don't believe that he was the right choice to fill the lead in "Two and a Half Men." I wish him the best of luck though, but I doubt I will continue to watch the comedy after Sheen leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7222148111222470570?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7222148111222470570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7222148111222470570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7222148111222470570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7222148111222470570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-and-half-men-will-it-be-any-good.html' title='Two and a Half Men... Will it be any good after Sheen leaves?'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2498450002879723014</id><published>2011-06-18T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:45:48.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Keep up</title><content type='html'>Summer is going by far too fast, and I don't like that fact. I wish it would take a time out and slow up a bit. I have so much I want to do and say before I leave for college. Everything seems to be going downhill for me, but I know it will get better; I just have to get used to all the good and bad changes in my life. Well, this is just a short little- summary I guess -so that I don't forget about my blog. Thank you Mrs. Gillmore for introducing it to me in tenth grade; i didn't like it at first, but I do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2498450002879723014?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2498450002879723014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2498450002879723014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2498450002879723014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2498450002879723014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2011/06/trying-to-keep-up.html' title='Trying to Keep up'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6454276940996490226</id><published>2010-12-01T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:42:17.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thINK #3</title><content type='html'>Harsh Times are Sure to Come, Stand Strong&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry: December 2, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn Hardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh Times are Sure to Come, Stand Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallace Stevens, through diction, and especially imagery, in his poem "The Snowman," reveals beauty in the harshest of conditions, and man's ability to withstand and survive all his trials and errors and continue towering above all else. One must dive into life with an open mind to be able to conquer his own tribulations. By looking at what is ahead, and not dwelling on the past, one can achieve whatever he wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may have to endure scrutinizing, agonizing, torturous situations, but in the end, he will see the "distant glitter" that is awaiting him. Open mindedness is important in these crucial tribulations. Without an open mind, one could become consumed in the present, and begin to think that the future doesn't exist anymore. With an open mind, one can configure a way to triumph over his hardships and move on with no worries, and leave the past in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Endurance and strength seem to be two major trials that one must overcome while working through his other personal battles as well. One may find that rather difficult, but if he can withstand, good will arise. Like a snowman in the blistering winds of early January, if one can find the will to make himself immovable, but not unloving or uncaring, by all outside sources minus himself, if he can withstand all the painstaking times thrown at him like the long, rough coldness a snowman encounters, then he will surely come out on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevens, Wallace. "The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens." PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Web. 01 Dec. 2010. &lt;http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snow-man/&gt;.http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snow-man/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6454276940996490226?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6454276940996490226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6454276940996490226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6454276940996490226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6454276940996490226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/12/think-3.html' title='thINK #3'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7395822708954127831</id><published>2010-11-18T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:35:43.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishness is a serious matter</title><content type='html'>Selfishness is a Serious Matter&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry: November 18, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn Hardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness is a Serious Matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge, lust, betrayal, all things Arthur Miller portrays in "The Crucible" through agonizing deaths resulting from terrible lies told by one sniveling, selfish child! Why does one always feel the need to lie for his own good? Why? Because he is uncomfortable in his own skin? Because he wants all eyes on himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness is a huge problem in the world of today, yesterday, and, more than likely, tomorrow as well. Selfishness results in blindness; blindness to love, blindness to hate, blindness to friendship, joy, happiness, even blindness to selfishness. Pain, suffering, heartache, only a few of the many harms selfishness inflicts upon its victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is selfish, he doesn't have many friends, no one wants to be around him, so therefore, he is harming not only others, but himself as well. Why inflict harm on yourself, much less others, when all one has to do is give a little here and give a little there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do things out of selfishness, especially because of lust and revenge! Selfishness can cause serious damage, especially if taken too far, which most tend to do. One needs to take others' emotions into thought before acting out of selfishness. More harm can, and WILL be done if one only thinks of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller, Arthur. Arthur Miller's The Crucible. New York: Bloom's Literary Criticism, 2008. Print.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7395822708954127831?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7395822708954127831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7395822708954127831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7395822708954127831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7395822708954127831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/11/revenge-lust-betrayal-all-things-arther.html' title='Selfishness is a serious matter'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2685893227303061376</id><published>2010-11-09T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:28:45.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thINK asignment</title><content type='html'>Stand Strong Through all that Comes Your Way&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry: November 9, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn Hardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Strong Through all that Comes Your Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossage, in his detailed imagery of "the pond," portrays the beauty and complex features of such a simplistic photograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond, seemingly so unruly and uncared for by anyone, has beauty beyond measure. The photograph comes across, if looked at closely, as very calm and elegant. The trees, they seem to flow to and fro with one another as if they were a team who, rather disorganized, works together very carefully and lovingly as one whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness falls upon the trees, all their leaves gone, and color faded away, they still stand tall and strong. The trees, their branches thrown around like a wacky hair style, are determined to remain calm and relaxed as a ball team who does not want to be too cocky so they do not wind of losing the game. The team, the trees, after losing their final game in the playoffs, overwhelmed by sadness, still has the ability to hold strong, their heads held high and bodies strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photograph proves that, even in times of darkness and worry, one can still stand tall and strong, for there are surely better days to come. The trees, though living in a dark, colorless world, surrounding the serene pond, may be troubled, but they are still standing tall and strong. One should take the lesson from these trees to never give up and to stand strong through all hardships and tribulations. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossage, John. "Exhibitions: John Gossage: The Pond." American Art. Web. 11 Nov. 2010. &lt;http://americanart.si.edu/exhibitions/archive/2010/gossage/&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://americanart.si.edu/exhibitions/archive/2010/gossage/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2685893227303061376?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2685893227303061376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2685893227303061376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2685893227303061376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2685893227303061376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/11/think-asignment.html' title='thINK asignment'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-378977448658652289</id><published>2010-10-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:55:32.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Communion is Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Journal Entry: October 11, 2010&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Katelyn Hardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communion is Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through clearly stated detail and diction, Thomas C. Foster, in How to Read Literature Like a Professor, presents the fact that if one takes the time to look about, he will find acts of communion in every corner. Communion can take on different symbolic meanings, but all in all, it means the act of people coming together to eat or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one thinks of communion, he normally thinks church. This is a plausible thought because, at church, people come together to take in the body and blood of Christ. But church communion isn’t the only form of communion; people perform acts of communion in everyday life. Eating together at the lunch table in school, or around the snack machine at work, or even at home around the dinner table or just relaxing on the couch with a drink in hand; communion comes in all sorts of different forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communion, as it is normally thought of, always symbolizes good happenings. Well, most of the time this is true. The taking in of the body and blood of Christ shows one’s love and thanks for his savior, and most of the time, eating lunch or lounging can be relaxing and thought provoking. But, meals can take a turn for the worse. Something bad can happen, such as someone baring bad news, or an unexpected, unwanted intruder arises to ruin the supper. When happenings such as those occur, the communion plummets from good to terrible. We find that, at times, people plot the demise of the other, and; therefore, the revulsion of doing harm to “one’s dinner companion” is reinforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communion is important in the world of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. One learns things from dining and drinking with another, and whether that lesson is good or bad, it is still a valuable lesson to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster, Thomas C. "Nice to Eat with You: Acts of Communion." How to Read Literature like a Professor: a Lively and Entertaining Guide to Reading between the Lines. New York: Harper, 2008. 7-14. Print.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-378977448658652289?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/378977448658652289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=378977448658652289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/378977448658652289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/378977448658652289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/10/communion-is-everywhere-journal-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7958145680723735703</id><published>2010-10-07T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:53:06.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Beauty isn't Always Recognized as it Should Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry: October 7, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn Hardin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Beauty isn't Always Recognized as it Should Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his vivid use of color and shadowing as representation of the beauty of the world around us, Dale Chihuly demonstrates how the world seems to pass by in a blur without ever truly being noticed. People live day to day life as routinely as possible without really caring about anything outside of their everyday comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may walk by a bush of beautiful yellow, pink, white, and red roses and not even notice anymore because everyone is always in a rush to get somewhere. If people could stop and take the time to appreciate the beauty of the world, they would see things with a new eye, and learn to appreciate the world around them even more. Life would be far more fun, and each day would be far greater. People tend to be far less stressed when they take the time to go out into the world and look at the beauty around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chihuly expresses his ideas by painting the people as faint and clear, and the flowers and sky in bright beautiful colors. Beauty needs to be appreciated, taken in and thought about, and enjoyed as much as possible. If only people would take the time to enjoy nature, they would find that life is so much better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is an amazing aspect of this world. If people weren't so distracted by work, money, trying to survive as well as they possibly can, they could take the time to enjoy the wonders of this amazing planet as they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Chihuly, Dale. &lt;http:&gt;"Imagine a Chihuly Exhibition at Seattle Center!" Dale Chihuly - Artist. Web. 11 Oct. 2010. &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Chihuly,%20Dale.%20%22Imagine%20a%20Chihuly%20Exhibition%20at%20Seattle%20Center!%22%20Dale%20Chihuly%20-%20Artist.%20Web.%2011%20Oct.%202010.%20%3Chttp://www.chihuly.com/%3E."&gt;http://www.chihuly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7958145680723735703?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7958145680723735703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7958145680723735703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7958145680723735703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7958145680723735703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/10/beauty-isnt-always-recognized-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6098637051456239018</id><published>2010-09-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:28:49.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thINK assignment: Journey Through Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Journey Through Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Journal Entry: September 23, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Katelyn Hardin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Journey Through Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, long lasting, yet so short; full of sadness, yet extremely invigorating; through trial and error, fights, rough times and good times, life goes on. Never give up hope! Never lose the will to live! The journey through life is a rough one, but of all journeys, it is the one worth it all. All eyes, at some point during life, will be open to the beauty, the wonder, the smallest details of the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fisherman, having reeled in an old, rough, tough, war veteran began realizing the details of the world around him. The fish, full of old fishing line, "like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering," "didn't fight" at all. He hung there. Seeing his life finally coming to an end, the fish gave up hope, but the fisherman, he didn't. His eyes, after seeing the poor, helpless fish "breathing in the terrible oxygen," his face "sullen," were opened to the not so simplicit world around him. He admired everything, his boat, his catch, until all he saw was "rainbow, rainbow, rainbow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aparently felt remorse for the helpless fish, for he let it go. The fish had been through so much, and possibly, in a way, it reflected the life of the fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Bishop,%20Elizabeth.%20%22The%20Fish.%22%20PoemHunter.Com%20-%20Thousands%20of%20Poems%20and%20Poets..%20Poetry%20Search%20Engine.%20Web.%2023%20Sept.%202010.%20%3Chttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fish/%3E."&gt;Bishop, Elizabeth. "The Fish." PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of Poems and Poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Web. 23 Sept. 2010. &lt;http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fish/&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6098637051456239018?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6098637051456239018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6098637051456239018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6098637051456239018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6098637051456239018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/09/think-assignment-journey-through-life.html' title='thINK assignment: Journey Through Life'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2796901953410953228</id><published>2010-09-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:14:24.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP English 12.... reading response</title><content type='html'>Response to question number 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond, deep, dark, devastatingly amazing, never moving, but always on the mind, symbolizes the loss as well as the dawning of a better time. The pond reals in its prey slow and steady and as it's "clasped dead cold round" its prey, its victim morphs into something new. The pond takes "in the hideous cold element" hiding within its prisoner, and opens the eyes of its captive. The pond is like the cocoon of a measly caterpillar, which protects the insect inside and slowly allows it to transform into a beautiful butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pond is like the lake in &lt;em&gt;The Awakening&lt;/em&gt; by Kate Chopin. They both symbolize an escape from a world so strict your voice will never be heard. While in the lake, Edna escapes pain and heartache by finally being set free on her own to swim alone and do as she pleases. In both stories, the pond, the lake, they both represent an awakening to a new light, but they are also harmful. The lake consumes Edna, and she is finally free of all her troubles, brought down by the water she loved so much. Mabel, she is also consumed by the water. She gets lucky though, and has a saviour who comes to her rescue. In other words, the pond seems to symbolize the same thing whenever used, but it may take on different form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mabel slowly walks into the midst of her death, she begins to let go, not caring that she is going to die. She tries to drownd herself. The doctor sees her and slowly wades in, he trips, he falls, but he doesn't give up. He feels for her, and when he finally finds her, he slowly carries her back to land and revives her. In the pond, Mabel is dying. The doctor himself almost drownds as well while trying to save her. He regains control though, and gets himself and Mabel back to shore safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2796901953410953228?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2796901953410953228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2796901953410953228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2796901953410953228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2796901953410953228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/09/ap-english-12-reading-response.html' title='AP English 12.... reading response'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6882853789139904024</id><published>2010-03-16T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:41:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing...</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I used to write stories all the time. I even sent them in to competitions. I never won, but I always received a certificate saying that I had done well. Getting those certificates in the mail always made me smile. I loved being rewarded for what I had done, I felt as if I had achieved greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still write today, but I don't ever finish my stories. I have about 3000 beginnings of stories that I more than likely will never finish. I always feel like writing at the most random moments, and every time I write, I write about something different. I tend to write stories with the same emotions I am feeling at that time, and for some reason, I never feel exactly the same way again, so I can't finish my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being made to write in school. Research papers are the worst, (sorry Mr. Qualls and Mrs. Huff), and essays aren't too fantastic either. I do like to write though, I just never seem to be able to finish the stories I begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6882853789139904024?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6882853789139904024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6882853789139904024' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6882853789139904024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6882853789139904024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-was-younger-i-used-to-write.html' title='Writing...'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-8056353054805014731</id><published>2010-03-12T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:47:31.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness i guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I seem to never use this blog anymore, but I though that I might use it to vent this one time. Ill see how it works. No one reads it anyway, but at least it may help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, as a child, playing in the sandbox and swimming in the pool were the funnest times of my life. My only worry, the thought that I might get put in the "time out" chair. Remember the "time out" chair? I spent a fair part of my life sitting in time out wandering: "What did I do to deserve this? You only put me here to make me mad!" Looking back, I realize that the time out chair never really helped. It got me thinking, but not about what I had done. I always plotted about what I was going to do next. Who's drink would I mess with? Should I freeze my brothers' underwear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I miss those days when nothing seemed to matter, when I had no care in the world except what I was going to play with that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As I've grown up, I realize that those WERE the best times of my life. I had my papa, I had my toys, I had my friends. But just because I had so much, and just because I may miss it, does not mean that those days have to be the best days of my life, I still have many more to come! I miss not having any worries or responsibilities, but with responsibility come greatness. I get to hang out with my friends, drive my own car, and just do my own thing. Worries, there isn't anything good about them, not that I can find at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have so many worries now. Sometimes it's hard to escape them. My friends betray me, they stab me in the back, but I try to forgive and forget. I give them a second chance. Sometimes though, they really hurt me... and I know for a fact that they do it on purpose. They know what gets to me and tears me down, so they do it. Why? I don't have a clue, but it's only high school, so I'm hoping things will change. I'd rather not linger on this though, no good can come from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I do so much now that I used to never do. I play softball, even though I always get injured, I sing in choir, or at least I used to until my schedule got messed up, I get to hang out with my friends, as long as my mom knows where I'm at and when I'm coming home, and I get to do so much more. I don't know why I worry sometimes, I just let the stress of being a Junior i high school get to me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone reading this has a fantastic day! And thanks for taking the time to read this, I really wasn't expecting anyone too. It is just a bunch of randomness. (is 'randomness' a word)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-8056353054805014731?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8056353054805014731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=8056353054805014731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8056353054805014731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8056353054805014731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2010/03/randomness-i-guess.html' title='randomness i guess'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6282069037600027554</id><published>2009-11-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T08:01:25.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Hate Crimes? Not Anymore!!</title><content type='html'>The vicious acts that are carried out on people because they are different are wrong. No one person is the same as another, our individuality is what makes this world so great. So why are people being beaten, burned, and even murdered for being different? It is all because of the bias feelings that people harbour inside themselves. They feel that certain people, the ones who live their lives the "right" way and are the same as themselves, deserve to live, and the other people in the world, the majority of all people, do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way has finally come to put a stop to all the hate crimes being committed by the world's ravenous inhabitants! The Matthew Shepard and James Boyd Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act was signed by President Obama in the hopes of stopping, or at least trying to prevent, all of the terrible hate crimes. According to Kathi Wolfe's article &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obama deserves praise for signing hate crimes law &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Progressive, &lt;/span&gt;the act protects people from hate crimes based on bias feelings about disability, gender, and sexuality. The act also allows the Justice Department to assist in prosecution of hate crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all people are for the act though. They feel that the act inhibits their freedom of speech, and that they can be prosecuted for what they say. The act does not inhibit a person's freedom of speech, even though it should in this case. A person can still say whatever he/she wants no matter how crude or how wrong his/ her words may be. Sad as it may seem, the act only protects against violent acts, such as murder or beating someone, based on bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This act may take time to sink in on some of the predators out there in the U. S., but it should eventually start to scare them from doing anything they might regret. The government is finally buckling down on the offenders as they should have done years ago. If nothing else, this hate crime prevention act will at least make the pray of the offenders feel safer while walking down the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6282069037600027554?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6282069037600027554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6282069037600027554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6282069037600027554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6282069037600027554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-many-hate-crimes-not-anymore.html' title='Too Many Hate Crimes? Not Anymore!!'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-8921097898431259286</id><published>2009-11-05T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:10:20.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama Deserving of Nobel Peace Prize?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Congratulations! You really deserve this prize!" These are a couple responses that President Obama probably heard when he was excepting the Nobel Peace Prize in 2009. But did Obama truly deserve such an amazing honor? No. He was awarded the prize for what he said he might do. How does anyone know he will actually do what he says? President Bush wanted to make the world more peaceful, but he wound up making the fighting worse. Who says that President Obama won't do the same? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new president was nominated for the Nobel Prize after a mere four weeks in office. After only four weeks in office, President Obama's goals as president weren't even clear to himself much less anyone else. He was still new in office, and like a bully in a new school he didn't know who to pick on yet. How could he have won over anyone with plans that were not set in stone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before he was even elected as president, Obama said that he wanted to end the ongoing war overseas. All he has done so far is make the war worse. He hasn't pulled the American troops out of Iraq or Afghanistan like he said he would; actually, he has actually escalated the number of troops. President Obama says he wants to send even more troops overseas. How does he think he is going to bring peace by sending more men and women away from their families? As far as doing anything to bring about peace, and deserve the peace prize, President Obama hasn't done a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years the people who have won the Nobel Peace Prize have strived their whole lives to make the world a more peaceful place to live. They are the ones who have actually helped people out, face to face, and maybe even been the ones needing help from time to time. Those people have fought their whole lives against abuse, war, hatred, hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did President Obama truly get nominated for the Peace Prize? Maybe he received the award as motivation, so he wouldn't destroy the country. Maybe someone thought the honor might actually make our president follow through with what he says he will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-8921097898431259286?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8921097898431259286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=8921097898431259286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8921097898431259286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8921097898431259286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-4525833749987283218</id><published>2009-10-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:52:14.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;His Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is very little shelter here, almost no food, no clothes, no clean water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; by Khaled Hosseini. The author used and asydeton and an anaphora to describe the rundown orphanage in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is very little people here, almost no kids, no adults, no elderly people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-4525833749987283218?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4525833749987283218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=4525833749987283218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4525833749987283218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4525833749987283218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_3457.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2887889864236928903</id><published>2009-10-12T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:44:42.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;His Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner &lt;/span&gt;by Khaled Hosseini. The author used an anaphora to describe the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Such love, such devotion, such a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2887889864236928903?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2887889864236928903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2887889864236928903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2887889864236928903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2887889864236928903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_8777.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-4481321902737818323</id><published>2009-10-12T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:38:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the great themes of literature and of life are the fabric of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; novel: love, honor, guilt, fear, redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Isabel Allende. Her review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;. The author used and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asyndeton&lt;/span&gt; to describe what the book contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All the terrible emotions of life and of heart are the basis of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;distasteful&lt;/span&gt; attitude: hatred, anger, racism, dishonesty, spite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-4481321902737818323?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4481321902737818323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=4481321902737818323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4481321902737818323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4481321902737818323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_5833.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-1043437719940026457</id><published>2009-10-12T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:23:37.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;His Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The sun hadn't quite set when we drove into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jalalabad&lt;/span&gt;, capital of the state of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nangarhar&lt;/span&gt;, a city once renowned for its fruit and warm climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Khaled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;. The author used an appositive to describe which city in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jalalabad&lt;/span&gt; he was talking about, and to describe the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rain wasn't completely done when we walked into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart, store of the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Batesville&lt;/span&gt;, a town know known for its comfort and dry climate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-1043437719940026457?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1043437719940026457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=1043437719940026457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/1043437719940026457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/1043437719940026457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_7220.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7749094915961146119</id><published>2009-10-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:08:08.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Their sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the diagrams in this modified table, electrons are shown as blue dots and electron shells (representing energy levels) as concentric rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AP Edition Biology book: Seventh Edition&lt;/span&gt; by Campbell Reece. The author uses an interruption in the form of parenthesis to show what the electron shells are representing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the book in this tiny room, people are shown as big bargainers and savers (describing economic downfall) of excessive money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7749094915961146119?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7749094915961146119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7749094915961146119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7749094915961146119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7749094915961146119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_12.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3604673511040059582</id><published>2009-10-11T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:14:06.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Their Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I spend as much time with my kids as i can," says Chris (in New Youk City with son Mario).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; People Magazine&lt;/span&gt;. The other uses an interruption in the form of parenthesis to provide the information about where Chris is at and who he is with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Jake spent as much money of his mom's as he could," said Nick (in Wal-Mart with brother Sam).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3604673511040059582?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3604673511040059582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3604673511040059582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3604673511040059582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3604673511040059582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_11.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6030948392429547514</id><published>2009-10-07T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:01:06.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;His Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A powerfull book...no frills, no nonsense, just hard, spare prose...an intimate account of family and friendship, betrayal and salvation that requires no atlas or translation to engage and enlighten us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From The Washington Post Book World's description of &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;. The author uses ellipsis to help explain about the novel by leaving out things that may not be so important, and to elaborate on the rest of his explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong arm...no hurt, no weakness, just strong, heafty muscle...an intimidating amount of muscle and strength, weakness and power that frightens no child or adult to run or scream his name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6030948392429547514?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6030948392429547514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6030948392429547514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6030948392429547514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6030948392429547514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_8144.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2421772360794289108</id><published>2009-10-07T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:53:56.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;His Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the south end of the garden, in the shadows of a loquat tree, was the servants' home, a modest little mud hut where Hassan lived with his father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;From &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; by Khaled Hosseini. The author used a periodic sentence to describe where Hassan and his father lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the east end of the town, in the darkness of rundown building, was the monsters' hideout, a frightening big concrete building where Jack-o-Lantern lived with his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2421772360794289108?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2421772360794289108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2421772360794289108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2421772360794289108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2421772360794289108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_07.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-160401285450850822</id><published>2009-10-05T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:07:31.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Her Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rested on the tousled quilts on two large beds at the end of the room, on the great spinning wheel and the small on the home-made loom in the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;From Indian Captive by Lois Lenski.  The author uses the repetition of prepositions and an asyndeton to describe how the morning sun falls upon the furniture within the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kate sat on the wrinkled rags on three small rocks at the edge of the sidewalk, on the amazing traveled road and the highway on the man-made interstate in the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-160401285450850822?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/160401285450850822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=160401285450850822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/160401285450850822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/160401285450850822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_05.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3438177728144944814</id><published>2009-10-05T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:04:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Her Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a headen down Conewago Creek toward Sarp's Run, a-killin', a-butcherin' and a-plunderin' as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Indian Captive&lt;/em&gt; by Lois Lenski. The author uses parallelism to describe what the indians do as they raid the Englishmens homes and towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a goin up White River toward Batesville, a-paddlin', a-swimmin' and a-talkin' as we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3438177728144944814?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3438177728144944814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3438177728144944814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3438177728144944814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3438177728144944814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day.html' title='Sentence a Day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6961328551064056688</id><published>2009-10-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:24:04.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Her Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw her long, thin arms waving to keep the blackbirds off--the fight had begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Indian Captive&lt;/em&gt; by Lois Lenski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author uses dashes to show what is happening with the girl as she is waving the blackbirds away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jess saw his tiny, young sister gasping to keep the air in--the attack had begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6961328551064056688?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6961328551064056688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6961328551064056688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6961328551064056688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6961328551064056688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_790.html' title='Sentence a day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2966463878875416917</id><published>2009-10-01T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:17:27.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Her Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn!               Corn and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Indian Captive&lt;/em&gt; by Lois Lenski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author uses a rhetorical fragment to emphasize how important the corn is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love!               Love and Hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2966463878875416917?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2966463878875416917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2966463878875416917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2966463878875416917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2966463878875416917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/10/sentence-day_01.html' title='Sentence a day'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3033509960751504187</id><published>2009-06-19T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:01:42.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Mind...MInd in the Eyes Test</title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Whole New Mind&lt;/span&gt; by Daniel H. Pink I was asked to do one of the tasks he lists in his book. I chose to do one of the suggested tasks stated under the portfolio for Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink states that "Empathy is the ability to imagine yourself in someone else's position and to intuit what that person is feeling. It is the ability to stand in others' shoes, to see with their eyes, and to feel with their hearts." Pink states in his book that research shows women to be better at reading people's facial expressions and detecting when people are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading about empathy, I decided to take the Mind in the Eyes Test. The test showed me pictures of eyes and nothing else. I had to decide from the eyes how that person was feeling. I did not do very good;I scored below average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test had 36 questions total, and I scored 19 correct. The test said that, on average, people scored between 22 and 30 questions correct. A score above 30 on the test is very good. The test says that the people who score above 30 are very accurate in decoding facial expressions through the eyes. A score below 22 indicates that the person taking the quiz finds reading facial expressions through the eyes very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do very good on the Mind in the Eyes Test, but that does not mean you would not. I have never really considered myself to be good at deciphering feelings through the eyes anyway. To take the test you can visit &lt;a href="http://glennrowe.net/BaronCohen/Faces/EyesTest.aspx"&gt;http://glennrowe.net/BaronCohen/Faces/EyesTest.aspx&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture that I actually got correct. The correct answer is marked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;table id="mainTable" style="color: Navy; background-color: PapayaWhip; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; width: 457px; height: 138px;" rules="rows" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: solid; border-width: 20px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://glennrowe.net/BaronCohen/Faces/Face4.jpg" style="border-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input id="ctl20" name="question3" value="ctl20" type="radio"&gt;&lt;label for="ctl20"&gt;joking&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input id="ctl21" name="question3" value="ctl21" checked="checked" type="radio"&gt;&lt;label for="ctl21"&gt;insisting&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input id="ctl22" name="question3" value="ctl22" type="radio"&gt;&lt;label for="ctl22"&gt;amused&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input id="ctl23" name="question3" value="ctl23" type="radio"&gt;&lt;label for="ctl23"&gt;relaxed&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3033509960751504187?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3033509960751504187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3033509960751504187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3033509960751504187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3033509960751504187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/06/whole-new-mindmind-in-eyes-test.html' title='A Whole New Mind...MInd in the Eyes Test'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-4267482940172216631</id><published>2009-05-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gatsby Book Review....A Classic</title><content type='html'>F. Scott Fitzgerald's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; is an interesting novel. I did not enjoy reading the book very much, but it was not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; is not the easiest read ever. I had some trouble trying to distinguish what was happening at given times. The story is kind of hard to follow along with. It goes from one place and time to another with just the changing of a paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is told through the eyes of Nick Caraway. He explains what is going on and how he feels about what is going on. Nick's character acts just like people from the real world. He stands up for his friends when he knows they did nothing wrong. Nick has mixed feelings about some of the characters. Sometimes he feels as if he loves them, and then at other times he can not even stand to be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Gatsby is a well to do man. He throws huge parties that hundreds of people come to. Gatsby is a very considerate man with great manners. He is not mean to anyone and keeps his cool in times of crisis. Gatsby was not always a rich man. He grew up poor, but he knew there was something out in the world for him. He joined the army, and when his time was up he was given a job. Gatsby does not use his real name. He was born with the name Jimmy Gatz, but he changed it after his time in the army. Gatsby is in love but he does not know how to get the attention of the woman he admires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting of the novel is set in the 1920s on Long Island and the surrounding areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatsby earned most of his money from organized crimes. He used the money to buy a great mansion and many expensive clothes. Gatsby was not the only one who did this though. Most of the characters with fancy homes and clothing were also ones who committed crimes. Many people wanted money and great things for themselves, and so they would do just about anything to get it. The people wanted to live in comfort with no worries of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt; was definitely not one of my top 10 favorite books. I enjoyed reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby &lt;/span&gt;very little. Just because I did not like the novel does not mean you would not, so I encourage you to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Gatsby &lt;/span&gt;if you truly wish to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-4267482940172216631?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4267482940172216631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=4267482940172216631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4267482940172216631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4267482940172216631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-gatsby-book-reviewa-classic.html' title='The Great Gatsby Book Review....A Classic'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3870195996934153862</id><published>2009-05-21T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men Book Review</title><content type='html'>John Steinbeck's novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/span&gt; was an interesting read. I found the novel a bit boring, but I still enjoyed reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main characters Lennie and George travel around together working on different farms in different towns. Lennie is not as smart as most people. He cannot ever remember many things unless he repeats them over and over in his mind. Lennie is bigger than most people, and he is very strong. Lennie has the strength of over two maybe even three men. George is not as big as Lennie, nor is he as strong. Ever since Lennie's Aunt died, George has been watching over him. George is pretty smart and takes care of all of the business negotiations. Lennie likes to pet soft things, but he winds up killing all of the animals he pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Lennie wind up sleeping in a bunk house at a ranch run by a man named Curley and his dad. Curley is an evil man. He does not like people that are bigger than him, and tries to pick fights with people to show how tough he is. Curley does not like Lennie because Lennie's size intimidates him. George and Lennie pick barley each day so that they can make some money to buy a few plots of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/span&gt; seem to be very lonely. Candy works on the ranch with George and Lennie and his only companion is an old dog. Curley's wife is also lonely. Curley does not give her enough attention, so she walks around the ranch talking to the men. Crooks is also lonely. He is the only black man on the ranch, and he has no friends. He is not even allowed to stay in the same bunk houses as the white men. George and Lennie were both lonely which resulted in their companionship. The novel illustrates how people need to have friends and people to talk to so that they do not become lonely. Every person deserves to have at least one companion to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/span&gt; is kind of boring, but I enjoyed reading it. I would recommend the novel to just about anyone, but if you get offended easily do not read the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3870195996934153862?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3870195996934153862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3870195996934153862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3870195996934153862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3870195996934153862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-mice-and-men-book-review.html' title='Of Mice and Men Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7637674579321524633</id><published>2009-05-21T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of My Sophomore Year</title><content type='html'>When my sophomore year first started, I thought that it would never come to an end. Each day drug on and on without end. I had trouble in most of my classes, and to be completely honest I did not like all of my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year continued on, my thoughts about being a sophomore changed. I started to enjoy some of my classes and some of my teachers. The other students in my class helped make each day more enjoyable and fun. Jokes were made everyday that resulted in the sudden outburst of the whole class. The class work became easier as the year continued. Though the class work became easier the days still continued to go on and on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have enjoyed my classes, but I had a great job participating in all of my club activities. I helped out the Key Club with the canned food drive and the Hog Barbecue. Along with the services in Key Club I was also elected as next year's secretary for the club.  I became the Sophomore Representative in the Drama club and had a blast. When the homecoming pep rally came to town, I was a part of the Earth Club's  float for the parade.  I also enjoyed being a member of the Beta, Christian, and Spanish Clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball season was my favorite part of being a sophomore. I had so much fun practicing after school each day and traveling to the ball games as well. The softball team may not have won, but we played hard in every game and made it pretty far. The new freshman on the team were really amazing. Two of them made the varsity team from day one. I loved playing softball this year, and I am going to continue playing for as long as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; was very fun to participate in. I did not have a major role in the play, but I had so much fun learning my part and singing and dancing. The cast of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt; practiced and prepared for over three months. Mr. Williams, the director, was amazing and helped us learn our parts easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended the homecoming dance. I had so much fun going to find my dress. When I got to the dance I talked to my friends and listened to the music. I did not dance, but I still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sophomore year was pretty good. I found that most days were boring, and that the homework and classwork was hard, but I still had fun. I enjoyed all the activities I did this year, and I would do them again in a heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7637674579321524633?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7637674579321524633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7637674579321524633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7637674579321524633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7637674579321524633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection-of-my-sophomore-year.html' title='Reflection of My Sophomore Year'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-4088646213923255391</id><published>2009-05-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House on Mango Street Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sandra Cisneros's &lt;em&gt;The House on Mango Street&lt;/em&gt; was somewhat confusing. There was really no story line in the novel. I did not like reading &lt;em&gt;The House on Mango Street. &lt;/em&gt;I found the book kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing thing about the novel is that Esperanza and Cisneros are both Mexican American women. They both have hardships they are battling to overcome. Cisneros and Esperanza have many qualities in common, and they show in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House on Mango Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main character in the novel is Esperanza. She has lived in many different houses in her life, but she never considered any of them home. Esperanza has always dreamed of living in a beautiful house that her whole family would fit in. Instead of having her dream home though, Esperanza is stuck in a one bedroom house on Mango Street. She and her family have to share the room, and it is very crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel does not really have a plot to it. Unlike most novels, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House on Mango Street&lt;/span&gt; does not tell one continuous story. Each chapter is a whole new story in itself. Esperanza tells about her name in one chapter, and in another she talks about a time when her grandfather died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House on Mango Street&lt;/span&gt; to anyone. I found the book uninteresting, and I did not really enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-4088646213923255391?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4088646213923255391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=4088646213923255391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4088646213923255391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4088646213923255391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-on-mango-street-book-review.html' title='The House on Mango Street Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-783610462212107703</id><published>2009-04-26T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giver Book Review</title><content type='html'>Living in a world with no memories of life before your time may sound awful, but the characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt; do not have any problem with it. They actually enjoy not having any of the old memories. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt; is an interesting book, and I really enjoyed reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lessons can be learned by reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt;. One important lesson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver &lt;/span&gt;is that things are not always as they seem. Jonas, the main character, learns that the life he has been living has not always been that way. He learns that color and music exists. Jonas learns that just because he thinks someone is telling him the truth does not mean he actually is. Jonas has grown up in a community were expressing feelings happens at the end of each day. He learns that some of the feelings he thought he had are actually completely different. Another lesson learned in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver &lt;/span&gt;is that memories are important. The community lives without memories of time past their own, with the exception of one. Jonas starts to receive memories from the past, and he realizes that even though some of them are bad the community needs to know them. He discovers how much knowledge can be learned through memories, and he knows all of the good that used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters live their lives day by day performing the same routines everyday. In the mornings the family units tell of their dreams, and then they head off to work or school. After school, all of the children of a certain age do service at jobs they might enjoy. When everyone gets home at night, the family unit tells each of their feelings from the day while eating supper. The people of the community do not have very exciting lifestyles, and they have many rules that need to be followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt; was a very good book. I would recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/span&gt; to anyone. The book is very interesting, and it will keep you wanting more every time you set it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-783610462212107703?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/783610462212107703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=783610462212107703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/783610462212107703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/783610462212107703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/giver-book-review.html' title='The Giver Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2916653079274142044</id><published>2009-04-24T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Depends Upon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So much depends upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The timeworn &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;softball&lt;/span&gt; field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dusty and damaged from so much use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Enveloped in the&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; of the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2916653079274142044?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2916653079274142044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2916653079274142044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2916653079274142044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2916653079274142044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-depends-upon.html' title='So Much Depends Upon...'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3709046204981910333</id><published>2009-04-22T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball Is Over</title><content type='html'>The dreaded day has finally arrived; softball season is over! I really have been dreading the end of this season and hoping that it would not come to soon. The season seems to have flown by way too fast, and I wish we were still playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This softball season was so much better than last year. Practices and games this year were way more exciting, and way more fun. We made jokes and learned a lot of new drills. The drills we learned this year helped us improve our game and work better as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had new coaches this year too! Coach Coker and Coach McDonald are awesome coaches. They both helped teach us many new techniques that helped us play better. They made sure that everyone knew what to do, and helped anyone that needed helped. If someone wanted some extra fielding or batting practice, Coach would make sure to help them. While at practice, and before some games as well, both coaches would make jokes to make practice more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss softball so much, and the seniors that are leaving this year are going to be missed as well. I have to say that even though we did not make playoffs, we had an amazing season and played our hearts out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3709046204981910333?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3709046204981910333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3709046204981910333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3709046204981910333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3709046204981910333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/softball-is-over.html' title='Softball Is Over'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-288229990682861138</id><published>2009-04-22T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Farm Book Review</title><content type='html'>In George Orwell's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ten commandments become one terrible saying, " All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm &lt;/span&gt;is a good novel and I enjoyed reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt; are very realistic. Even though they are animals, they act like humans. The animals plow the fields and plant the grain each season just as a human would. The animals start learning to read and write, and they build a windmill. Most of the animals are very hard workers just like humans. Other than the work, the animals also have conversations and carry out business. They talk about work and about their leader mostly. The pigs in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt; are very lazy and do not work at all. They are supposed to be in control of all the business transactions and running the farm, but all they do is sit around all day and eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the animal in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt; are supposed to be created equal, but they really are not. The pigs take control and work the other animals almost to death. The animals work so hard each day for only a tiny ration of food, while the pigs sit around and eat all day long. The pigs claim to need more food because they are in charge, and the extra nourishment helps them make better decisions. The only reason&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Animal Farm ever came into being was so the animals could live equally, but some start to think that maybe they were better off before the pigs were in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt; to anyone who likes books that have animals as the main characters. If you do not like animal books, you should probably stay away from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-288229990682861138?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/288229990682861138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=288229990682861138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/288229990682861138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/288229990682861138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/animal-farm-book-review.html' title='Animal Farm Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-6735592640057066213</id><published>2009-04-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Techie Tool</title><content type='html'>Do you have a favorite techie tool that helps you with your work? Most people enjoy how easy it is to use Microsoft office, but there are other tools out there. Calculators, cell phones, and even e-mail are very well known tools that people use on a day to day basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite techie tool would have to be e-mail. With e-mail I can stay connected with my friends no matter where they are at. Sending letters by e-mail is much faster than by snail mail, so my friends receive my messages sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides staying in touch with my friends, e-mail also helps if I need help with a school assignment. If I forget what my homework is, I can e-mail my teacher and they can send me the assignment. Sometimes I have trouble doing my homework, and with e-mail I can quickly contact someone that can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail is a very resourceful tool, and anyone with internet can use it. E-mail can be used for multiple reasons and it is very easy. For you environmentalists, e-mail also helps conserve trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-6735592640057066213?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/6735592640057066213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=6735592640057066213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6735592640057066213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/6735592640057066213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-techie-tool.html' title='My Favorite Techie Tool'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7455786453788064280</id><published>2009-04-14T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review Premonitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Imagine seeing clips in your head about the future but not knowing when and where the actions are going to take place. In Jude Watson's &lt;em&gt;Premonitions&lt;/em&gt; the main character Gracie sees things before they happen. &lt;em&gt;Premonitions &lt;/em&gt;is an exciting and mysterious story that I really enjoyed reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Gracie's mom died she moved in with her aunt Shay and cousin Diego. When she moved in, Gracie found a new friend named Emily. One day when it was excruciatingly hot outside, Emily wanted to go to town and get ice cream and Gracie did not want to. Gracie was being mean to Emily that day, and caused her to leave. That night, Shay received a call from Emily's mom who told her that Emily was missing. Shay awoke Gracie and they went over to Emily's house so that they could talk with her mom. A few days later, Gracie started getting weird visions of Emily but she did not know what they meant. Gracie spent everyday trying to find Emily and trying to see visions of her. Gracie had many suspects in her head about who she thought had kidnapped Emily, and almost all of them were wrong. Gracie does find Emily, but gets herself into trouble in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Premonitions&lt;/em&gt; teaches that all people should be careful what they say to their friends. Just because you are mad about something does not mean you should push your anger onto someone else. The person you are talking to may take you too literally and may take what you are saying personally even if you really do not mean what you are saying. Gracie upset Emily so bad that Emily had to find somewhere she thought she would be loved. Gracie did love Emily; she was just taking out all of her anger on Emily. So be careful what you say and who you say it to, or you might find yourself in a bit of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Premonitions&lt;/span&gt; to anyone who likes reading suspenseful books. I would recommend the book to both boy and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7455786453788064280?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7455786453788064280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7455786453788064280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7455786453788064280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7455786453788064280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-premonitions.html' title='Book Review Premonitions'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-8354970372103857032</id><published>2009-04-04T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review The Missing Book 1 Found</title><content type='html'>Imagine being an important person in history and not knowing about it because you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stolen&lt;/span&gt; by time travelers. Well, in book one of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Missing&lt;/span&gt; thirty-five children experience this exact fate. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Missing's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;first book &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Found&lt;/span&gt; is an exciting book, and I really enjoyed reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly thirty-five children are living in the wrong century. They live a normal life everyday, and they are all thirteen years old. The children have families and friends who love them, and they do not know they are not from the decade they are living in. One day two of the children start receiving mysterious letters with no return address. When they find out other kids have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; the same letters, the two friends become frightened. They meet up with a woman named Angela who explains to them some of the weird things that are going on. While talking with Angela, the friends are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;witnesses&lt;/span&gt; to a drastic event that almost cost them their lives. When the kids finally figure out everything that is going on, it is too late. All of the thirty-five kids, with the exception of one, were led into what could be their doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important theme in &lt;em&gt;Found &lt;/em&gt;is leadership. When the letters first begin to arrive, one boy named Chip takes control to find out what is going on. He did not know that he was adopted, and know that he does, he wants to find his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; birth parents and know what is happening with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; letters. He calls a list of names to see if any other kids have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the letters too. He also asks them if they were adopted and if they know anything about the letters. Chip conquered a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; to get were he was going, and he used his leadership abilities to do it. Later on in the book, Jonah, Chips friend, takes control of a somewhat hostile situation. Jonah demands to know why the future people want to take them away, and he gets his wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;. He ties up all the adults so that the other kids could talk with them and question them. Jonah used his leadership abilities to save the lives of thirty-five children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious people from the future, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oblivious&lt;/span&gt; children from the future, and time travel make for an exciting book that is very hard to set aside. I would recommend &lt;em&gt;Found &lt;/em&gt;to anyone who has read the &lt;em&gt;Shadow Children&lt;/em&gt; series, and even if you have not, &lt;em&gt;Found &lt;/em&gt;is still a very good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-8354970372103857032?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8354970372103857032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=8354970372103857032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8354970372103857032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8354970372103857032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-missing-book-1-found.html' title='Book Review The Missing Book 1 Found'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-8103456739423178715</id><published>2009-04-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Last week was spring break for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Batesville&lt;/span&gt; School District, and that means no school. My spring break was pretty boring but it was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of my spring break was staying over at my friend Stacy's house. While I was there, we played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, and we played basketball outside. Stacy's little sister was really funny and kept us entertained throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned some needed Beta Club hours over spring break as well. The hog bar-b-Que was going on, and members of the key club were there to help. We did not cook the food though; we packed it so that other people could eat it. When I was finished working, I got a chance to try the bar-b-Que, and it was extremely tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice! Practice! Practice! Softball practice was very exciting over spring break, although that may be because my break was boring and softball practice was something to do. I love to play softball, even though I am not the best player. We worked on batting all practice one day, and the other practice we worked on fielding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may say that learning how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crochet&lt;/span&gt; is boring and for old people, but I really like it. My Mimi taught me how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crochet&lt;/span&gt; over spring break, and we also celebrated my grandpa and my other grandma's birthday. Learning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crochet&lt;/span&gt; was very fun, but I am not very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my spring break was not full of much excitement. Though it lacked the excitement, it was a much needed break from school that I needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-8103456739423178715?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8103456739423178715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=8103456739423178715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8103456739423178715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8103456739423178715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-8562501669627537280</id><published>2009-03-30T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exert from Anthem Essay</title><content type='html'>I recently entered an essay contest about Ayn Rands &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt;. I was asked to explain why the characters rarely reached the age of forty-five. Below is an exert from my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equality 7-2521 says that " When a miracle happens and some [of the Old Ones] live to be forty-five, they are the Ancient Ones." Many reasons can be found as to why most people do not reach the age of forty-five. An individualized world can have a huge impact on a person and whether he or she wants to live or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, by the time they reach the age of forty-five, are weak. They have been worked hard their whole lives. Over exercise can severely wear the body down. With a hectic schedule, the people could not get enough rest. Working the same schedule everyday with no rest, with the exception of maybe just a few hours, is too much work. Weakness could have also been brought forth by punishment. If someone stepped out of line in any way when they were younger, they were severely punished. They were sent to the Palace of Corrective Detention where they would receive their punishment. The Palace would strip the scoundrel and then beat him or her with a whip. The beatings from the corrective detention officers could wear down the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world with no love, no hope, and no freedom what is there to live for? Having nothing to make life worth while can make living to see the age of forty-five a miracle. No one can express his or her own individuality in any way; they have to be the same as every other person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-8562501669627537280?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8562501669627537280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=8562501669627537280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8562501669627537280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8562501669627537280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Exert from Anthem Essay'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7055897829110065384</id><published>2009-03-12T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem Book Review</title><content type='html'>Ayn Rand's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt; is a story of hope and perfection. The novel upset me at first, but began to brighten as it continued on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt; live in what they view as a perfect world. There is no I, only WE. All the people are living for their brothers and sisters, not for themselves. Everyone is supposed to be happy and appreciate what they have. They believe there is no happiness except in pleasing their brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every character in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt; is assigned a job by the Council of Vocations. When assigned their job, the characters have to go live in the house of that vocation. None of the characters get a say in what their job is to be. They are supposed to be happy with whatever is assigned to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, sleeping, and even resting are only at designated times. Each morning, when a bell rings, all the people are to get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast in a matter of thirty minutes. The characters work in five hour increments, and at the end of each five hours they get a meal. The people are allotted thirty minutes for lunch and one hour for dinner. At the end of each day the people are allowed to go to bed until the bell rings the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no love in the world Ayn Rand created. Although all brothers are supposed to love each other, they cannot love one more than the other. All people are supposed to be equal, and if someone is loved more than another the rules have been broken. Men and Women are not supposed to fall in love either. They are not even supposed to look at each other except at certain times each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem&lt;/span&gt; is a very good book. I would recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anthem &lt;/span&gt;to any reader. The book made me wander about what a perfect world could really be like, and about the true importance of the word "I".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7055897829110065384?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7055897829110065384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7055897829110065384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7055897829110065384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7055897829110065384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthem-book-review.html' title='Anthem Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-9193558145958486706</id><published>2009-03-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Host Book Review</title><content type='html'>Aliens are taking over the world! The human species is on the brink of extinction! Within Stephanie Myers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; Aliens, souls, are taking over the earth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; is an amazing novel, and is probably the best book I have ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls taking over the earth are not hostile, they actually just want to make the earth more peaceful. The souls view humans as a violent and vicious race, and they want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stop the fighting and anger. Do you think the human race is violent and needs to be changed? Would you fight back knowing that your body was being taken over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; contains many themes, one of them being that just because someone is different does not mean he or she is evil. People all over this world make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;assumptions&lt;/span&gt; about others just off of differences. If those people could get to know the other person then they might possibly change their mind about him or her. Everyone on this planet is different, and judging someone because they are not like you is not fair. Melanie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stryder's&lt;/span&gt; body gets taken over by a soul named Wanderer. Normally the human mind would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; when the body is taken over, but Melanie does not leave. Melanie shows Wanderer all of the cherished memories of the ones she loves. Melanie knows that her brother and boyfriend are still out in the world and she begins to lead Wanderer to where she thinks they are. Melanie unknowingly leads Wanderer to a cave housing over twenty humans. The humans are disgusted by Wanderer because they think she is just another soul, and they do not know about Melanie. After living with Wanderer for a while the humans discover that she is not so terrible. They begin speaking with her just as she was another one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; are very realistic. Wanderer does not care about her own well being, but about the well being of others. Wanderer stood up for a man who wanted her dead because she did not want him to be harmed. Wanderer is not violent, but she is full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; life emotions. She feels anger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt;, fear, and even love. Melanie is full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt; emotions. She becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; very easily. When Wanderer is holding Jamie or Jared in her arms Melanie becomes full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt;. Melanie becomes angry when she cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt; to anyone herself. Melanie and Wanderer are not the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;realistic&lt;/span&gt; characters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host &lt;/span&gt;though. Almost every single character can be related back to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; person. They all show anger, fear, hatred, worry, love, and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; is an amazing book that I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; to any girl. Boys probably would not like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt;, but girls probably would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 books 637 pages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-9193558145958486706?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/9193558145958486706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=9193558145958486706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/9193558145958486706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/9193558145958486706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/03/host-book-review.html' title='The Host Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2708232504366549378</id><published>2009-03-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Perfect My World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This world is far from perfect. The people in this world are to judgmental, and just about everyone tries to follow the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To perfect my world all the fighting needs to  be stopped. Many of the wars going on have no point, and are just making the earth worse. Wars are not the only fighting that needs stopped; many countries fight bloodless battles everyday. If every country in the world could get along and work together this world would be so much  better. Family and friends quarrelling needs to halt. If friends and family members cannot get along nothing will be perfect. All the inhabitants of this world need to get along for the world to be perfected. Gang violence is the worst. Young kids, and even some adults participate in gang violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make my world perfect no one needs to be judgmental. People make the wrong assumptions all the time about other people. The people they judge do not always take criticism so well. No one should have to worry about being criticized in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one most important aspect of my perfect world is Jesus. The world would not revolve if it was not for Jesus. I believe the world would be one thousand times better than it is right now if every single person would except Jesus into their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There needs to be individuality in the world. No one needs to follow a crowd, they just need to be themselves. People need to think for themselves and not worry about what anyone else is doing. Individuality could make this world so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2708232504366549378?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2708232504366549378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2708232504366549378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2708232504366549378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2708232504366549378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-perfect-my-world.html' title='To Perfect My World...'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2502459295143083436</id><published>2009-02-17T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister Book Review</title><content type='html'>One beautiful girl, two ugly stepsisters, one bossy step mother, and one prince; sounds like the ingredients for a good Cinderella story huh? Well, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt; by Gregory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maguire&lt;/span&gt;, a twist is added to the story for a more appealing read. I truly enjoyed reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt;. The novel changed my view of the original Cinderella, and the new twist were exciting and different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many themes are shown within the novel, but the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt; would be "do not judge a book by its cover." Have you ever judged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe even smell? The consequences of your actions could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; hurt someone else. Within Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, other citizens tend to shy away from Iris and Ruth, "the ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stepsisters&lt;/span&gt;." Though they repulse most, Iris and Ruth do not repulse Caspar, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Master's&lt;/span&gt; apprentice. Caspar takes the time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; the girls and get to know them. Other citizens see Caspar, and get to know the girls better as well. Caspar starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; the girls after he had a chance to get to know them. So, just because from the outside someone seems repulsive does not mean he or she is on the inside.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt; teaches that a person needs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; within someone else before he or she begins to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maguire&lt;/span&gt; tells the story in a way that makes the reader feel as if he or she is  a character &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;within&lt;/span&gt; the story. The book is so hard to set aside because the author pulls the reader in through his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt; of writing. He uses many creative and realistic events to make the reader feel that the story is really happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the traditional Cinderella story, Cinderella finds true her true love in the form of a prince, and her stepsisters get put in their places. Well, within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt;, the stepsisters are not mean, and they get a happy ending as well. Within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;, Cinderella does not get along with her sisters, and they make her do all of the housework. Within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt;, Clara, Cinderella, gets along with her sisters really well. She also volunteers to do housework, although not without the assistance of her stepsisters. Many other connections can be made between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt;, and many other changes from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; are within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister&lt;/span&gt; to all most anyone, but mostly girls. For those who enjoy the classics though, I would not recommend Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. Gregory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Maguire&lt;/span&gt; puts a strange, yet fascinating twist on the classic Cinderella story that is really appealing and hooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;372 pages...2 books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2502459295143083436?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2502459295143083436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2502459295143083436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2502459295143083436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2502459295143083436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/02/confessions-of-ugly-stepsister-book.html' title='Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-4678852109493051079</id><published>2009-02-15T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of the Wild Book Review</title><content type='html'>In Jack London's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/span&gt; a simple house dog is transformed into a tough, strong sled dog. The book was very insightful and held my interest with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/span&gt; was written based on personal experience. Jack London's writing put the reader in the story. He kept the reader entertained through adventures and real life happenings. The book held no confusion and was easy to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survival of the fittest is the main theme of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/span&gt;. Have you ever taken a stand to survive? Not so easy huh? Survival of the fittest is tough for almost anyone and anything. There can be both negative and positive consequences from surviving in the wild, and Buck, the main character of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/span&gt;, experiences both. Buck goes through many hardships and endures many lessons so he can survive in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the world has instincts, but sometimes the instincts are hidden deep within. The hidden instincts will be revealed when the time is right. Buck never had to rely on his instincts until he became a sled dog. After weeks pulling a sled, Buck's instincts completely took over his mind and body. He no longer had to worry about starving or surviving. Through instinct, Buck established his rightful place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/span&gt; to anyone. The adventures are very thrilling, and there are many surprises along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-4678852109493051079?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/4678852109493051079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=4678852109493051079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4678852109493051079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/4678852109493051079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-jack-londons-call-of-wild-simple.html' title='The Call of the Wild Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-1522375028436590636</id><published>2009-02-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigone Book Review</title><content type='html'>How far would you go to bury your brother? Would your answer change if knowing that mourning a loved one is one of the only rights you had? Within Sophocles' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt;, Antigone, one of the main characters has to make the choice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt; was quite interesting and many lessons can be learned by reading the play. I enjoyed reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a stand was clearly the main theme of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt;. Have you ever stood up for something you believe in? Women, unlike men, have to take many stands in their lifetimes. Women all over the world have to summon up the courage to take a stand for something they want, just as Antigone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antigone was not the only one to take a stand in the play, Haemon, her fiance, did too. He did not consider the consequences of his actions as Antigone did though. Haemon's actions led to his tragic downfall. What was the downfall? Well, I can not tell you unless you want me to ruin the play for you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many lessons can be learned in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt;. Thinking before acting is a major lesson learned in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt;. Have you ever learned a valuable lesson from a mistake you made? Most of the time the realization of your actions registers to late right? Well, that is exactly what happened to Creon. He made a mistake, but realized to late what his mistake was. If Creon had realized his mistake earlier than he had, a tragic downfall could possibly have been prevented. Creon learned his lesson about acting before thinking, and realized his mistake. I think that Creon may start thinking about his actions instead of acting on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I recomend  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone &lt;/span&gt;as a good play to read? Yes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Antigone&lt;/span&gt; is a very short, quick, and easy read. If you like short, easy, quick reads, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antigone&lt;/span&gt; is the play for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-1522375028436590636?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1522375028436590636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=1522375028436590636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/1522375028436590636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/1522375028436590636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/02/antigone-book-review.html' title='Antigone Book Review'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7485448794253406140</id><published>2009-01-25T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Stand</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago, while I was still enduring junior high, I decided to take a stand against one of my best friends. She and I would fight almost everyday, and she would say extremely hurtful comments abut me. She told me that I was fat and that I had no real friends. After we had gotten over many arguments, my friend decided to start drinking, smoking, and engaging in other harmful activities. She kept trying to persuade me that there was nothing wrong with the activities she was doing, but I did not agree. I told her that she was wrong and that she was going to ruin her life. As my friend kept bad mouthing me and ruining her life, I decided I had to take a stand. I walked up to her one day and declared our friendship over. The conversation turned into a full blown yelling match as I voiced my opinion about what she was doing to her life and mine. I screamed at her until my face turned blue to stop ruining my life, to stop saying bad comments abut me, and most importantly to stop trying to make me do activities against my will. My old best friend and I are no longer friends, but I bettered my life by deciding to finally take a stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7485448794253406140?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7485448794253406140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7485448794253406140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7485448794253406140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7485448794253406140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-stand.html' title='Taking a Stand'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3527627166309120139</id><published>2008-12-12T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt;, a play written by William Shakespeare, does not show very good friendship. The saying "Keep your friends close but your enemies closer" applies undoubtedly to the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the play, Brutus was persuaded, quite easily actually, to help in the conspiracy against Julius Caesar. Brutus was a beloved friend of Caesar's, yet he did not care to kill his friend. Brutus believed that the murder of Caesar was the best course of action he could take in protecting his country. He believed that Caesar had become too ambitious. Brutus became full of guilt from what he had done though. Brutus could finally withstand his conscience no more, and he killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassius was different though. He would be kind to people, but later he would begin to tare them down. Cassius did not care much for friendship, he just wanted power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julius Caesar was all too trustworthy of his 'friends'. He believed that all the other politicians were his friends, but they conspired against him and killed him. Caesar thought that he had loyal trustworthy friends, but he did not look close enough to tell that they were all frauds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, people do not need to decide so quickly who their friends are that they do not truly see them. A 'friend' could quickly turn around and stab them in the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3527627166309120139?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3527627166309120139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3527627166309120139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3527627166309120139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3527627166309120139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-5442073258661913156</id><published>2008-12-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Sophmore...So Far</title><content type='html'>When the school year first began, I was not sure if being in high school was so great. Ever since the first day of school, I have been assigned excessive amounts of homework each night. The homework is not very difficult, but the amount assigned is a little overboard. Some of my classes have turned out to be quite difficult as well. I struggle everyday to receive good grades in Chemistry, but the tests are extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all high school life is dreadful though. The amount of extracurricular activities and clubs have doubled since my three years in junior high. I joined many clubs, six to be exact. I like the fact that the club meetings are during lunch. The lunch time meetings provide more time to discuss projects that are happening within each club. Some of my classes may have turned out difficult, but others are unthinkably easy. My Spanish class and my geometry class are two classes that I never dread going to. I have very good teachers for all of my classes which makes even the difficult classes seem easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, high school is not as fun as everybody says, nor is it as difficult. I was lucky to receive great teachers who will always help me, and my friends are even greater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-5442073258661913156?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5442073258661913156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=5442073258661913156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/5442073258661913156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/5442073258661913156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-as-sophmoreso-far.html' title='Life as a Sophmore...So Far'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-1200956008407498464</id><published>2008-12-07T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Antony</title><content type='html'>My English class has recently started reading&lt;em&gt; Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; a play written by William Shakespeare.&lt;/strong&gt; In&lt;em&gt; Julius Caesar&lt;/em&gt;, Mark Antony shows great leadership skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within scene two of act three, Mark Antony speaks out to the people. &lt;strong&gt;Being able to speak out about Caesar's death&lt;/strong&gt;, Mark Antony quickly calmed the ravenous crowd and grabbed their attention. Mark Antony was able to influence his fellow countrymen to follow him and to listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Antony, &lt;strong&gt;being extremely influential&lt;/strong&gt;, can be compared to the presidential candidates of our time. The Presidential candidates speak about ideas that could improve the country. The candidates tell their ideas for strengthening the country, and the most influential candidate wins the votes and gets elected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-1200956008407498464?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/1200956008407498464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=1200956008407498464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/1200956008407498464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/1200956008407498464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-english-class-has-recently-started.html' title='Mark Antony'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-2845356486273600703</id><published>2008-11-16T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek first to understand, Then to be understood</title><content type='html'>In the book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Sean Covey describes how to seek first to understand and then to be understood. According to  the book, the&lt;strong&gt; replication&lt;/strong&gt; of Sean Covey's ideas should improve relationship skills. I remember a time when I was at School and one of my friends needed a good ear, and all I did was exercise my selective hearing. I realized that she really needed my to understand her, and I felt extremely terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing in the hallway at school&lt;/strong&gt;, I realized that a geed friend of mine, &lt;strong&gt;Stacy&lt;/strong&gt;, was walking toward me. When she arrived by my side, she began to talk. I was not really listening to anything she said, even though she seemed upset. Every time she would ask me what I thought of her situation, I would reply "Oh that sounds interesting:, of "Wow! That is not very good." Stacy realized that I was not paying her any attention, and became upset. She then walked off without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school, Stacy did not even mutter a single word to me. I could not figure out what I had done to her. Then all of the sudden I remembered my inconsiderate behavior from the recent day. I felt so ashamed of what I had done, so I went and apologized to Stacy. She was a good friend, so she forgave me even though I had been so rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize that I should be more considerate, and that I should try to understand people better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-2845356486273600703?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/2845356486273600703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=2845356486273600703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2845356486273600703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/2845356486273600703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/11/seek-first-to-understand-then-to-be.html' title='Seek first to understand, Then to be understood'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-7311217035643144298</id><published>2008-11-06T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;Sean Covey, &lt;strong&gt;the author&lt;/strong&gt;, tells us that we should be proactive. I remember one time when I was proactive even though my brother would not stop bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in my room doing my homework when my little brother barged in and started disturbing my belongings. He started picking up everything and placing each object in a new place. Once he realized that he was not having fun destroying my room, he started asking me really dumb questions to which he already knew the answers. My first reaction was to yell at him, and to tell him to "Leave my stuff alone! My things do not belong to you and I know you will break something because you break everything you touch!" At that moment I remembered what Sean said about being proactive, and instead of yelling at my brother, I told him to "Please stop, and when I finish my homework, I will play a game with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good about what I had done, because I had told my brother to stop so I could finish my homework, and I had made him happy by telling him that I would play with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-7311217035643144298?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/7311217035643144298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=7311217035643144298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7311217035643144298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/7311217035643144298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-book-7-habits-of-highly-effective.html' title=''/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-8242536332697158330</id><published>2008-10-07T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Like Science Fiction</title><content type='html'>The novel &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/em&gt; by H.G. Wells is a very interesting book that kept my interest of science fiction flowing &lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/1003/"&gt;http://www.bartleby.com/1003/&lt;/a&gt;. I have always enjoyed science fiction because I love the fact that anything can happen at any given point. When I was younger, my brother and I would always watch Star Treck on television in our spare time. All of the transporting, warp speed, and living on a ship in space really interested me, and still does. The suspense of science fiction books also interests me. I never know what will happen next and I like the surprise.If I were to recommend any genre to someone to read, the genre would be science fiction because the genre is very hard to lose interest in, and unlike most genres, getting bored while reading a science fiction novel rarely ever happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-8242536332697158330?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/8242536332697158330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=8242536332697158330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8242536332697158330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/8242536332697158330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-like-science-fiction.html' title='Why I Like Science Fiction'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-5501192046039596004</id><published>2008-09-18T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to the Next Presiden</title><content type='html'>The upcoming presidential election is going to be a tough decision for the American people, and Barack Obama is the candidate of choice for many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read on Obama's web page that he thinks that all people should have the right to affordable health care, and I agree 100%. No human being should be denied affordable health care just because they cannot pay the costs straight forward. I also agree with Obama on his thoughts about ending the war in Iraq. He wants to withdraw one to two brigades a month so our armed forces can return home quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may agree with Barack Obama about health care and the war, but his ideas about taxes I do not. Obama wants to get rid of all the tax cuts that President Bush and President Reagan have established, and raise the taxes. Barack Obama does not need to do this because the American family will not be able to afford to feed their selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barack Obama wins the presidential election, and carries out his ideas on health care and the war, he will be a valuable attribute to the United States economy, and he will be a good president. On the other hand, if Obama carries out his ideas about taxes, he could lower the value of the American dollar and the United States economy. I hope that the best, most experienced candidate wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-5501192046039596004?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/5501192046039596004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=5501192046039596004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/5501192046039596004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/5501192046039596004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-next-presiden.html' title='Letter to the Next Presiden'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5554764740727725708.post-3881284784830551688</id><published>2008-09-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ISSABELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Swoosh! Ruff! Slash! Who could it be? Issabella and her companion Browny are coming to save the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issabella has many powers, including the power to skate at lightning speed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She has the ability to make take a trip to Jupitor and back without anyone realizing she was ever gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Issabella has a soft spot for animals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; If she notices that an animal is in distress or being injured, Issabella will come to the rescue and save the poor creature no matter what. Issabella will then take the animal to someone that will love the creature forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issabella is the best archer in the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Any target put in front of her, no matter what the distance, she can hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Issabella is loved by her public, and with her super powers she can keep the town safe and happy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5554764740727725708-3881284784830551688?l=swingwriterswing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/feeds/3881284784830551688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5554764740727725708&amp;postID=3881284784830551688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3881284784830551688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5554764740727725708/posts/default/3881284784830551688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingwriterswing.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Katelyn H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09893452490320453290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpLvpexMdNQ/SX0CC_cJMhI/AAAAAAAAABY/12BDUm87tyY/S220/80809_257915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
