<?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-6300933584157977800</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:34:06.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living For The City Lights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-8489094222277025797</id><published>2009-05-21T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:37:12.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pretty Committee Strikes Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="571087ad"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;This is the fifth book in the series and its about how the girls of Octavian Country Day, except for Kristen who cant afford the trip and has to stay home ni Westcheseter alone,pack up all of their warmest clothes and board the bus to got on the Presidents Day class trip to Lake Placid. Close to the girls cabins are the Briarwood boys just a few feet away.  Massie sets up a group called M.U.C.K. that means Massies Underground Clinic for Kissing. Alicia gets mad at Claire cause Josh likes Claire more than her and ended up kissing her when Claire was supose to be meeting Cam.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-8489094222277025797?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/8489094222277025797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=8489094222277025797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8489094222277025797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8489094222277025797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/05/dial-l-for-loser.html' title='The Pretty Committee Strikes Back'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-2983789011053240176</id><published>2009-05-21T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:19:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrestling Match Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;In the book &lt;em&gt;The Wrestling Match, &lt;/em&gt;Okie was the leader of his age group of boys. I think that he made a good leader even though he was angered and confused about life after the murder of his parents in the Nigerian Civil War. Okies uncle Obi Abigalga was a good character in the book. He took Okie in when his parents were murdered and got him educated so that he would have a better chance at making money than have him work on the farm for the rest of his life. This story is a good book on learning how and what it takes to be a great leader like Okie was for his age group in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-2983789011053240176?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/2983789011053240176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=2983789011053240176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2983789011053240176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2983789011053240176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrestling-match-review.html' title='The Wrestling Match Review'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-8202435098224113811</id><published>2009-05-21T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:59:04.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Jr. Year=/</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;My junior year has been some ride. I made new friends, I lost old friends, and I got back in touch with some older friends but it has been a great year and I wouldnt change anything about it. I have made soo many memorys this year and most of them I will never forget. I have thought a lot this year about how I only have one more year of high school and I think it is very sad. It makes me feel like Im really old and grown up. Me and my friends have talked about how we just want to go back to 5th grade where everyone from different schools all joined together at the middle school. Nobody knew anyone and we were all in the same position, basically alone and waiting to meet the new friends that we while spend the rest of our jr. high and high school grades with. No drama, no fighting, just kids meeting new friends that they will have for the rest of their life. Well now that I have one more year left of seeing these people Ive seen everyday for the past 7 years, I want to get closer with all of them this summer and have the time of our lives! Im happy that I have got my junior year over with but Im sad at the same time because now I only have one more year then I am done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-8202435098224113811?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/8202435098224113811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=8202435098224113811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8202435098224113811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8202435098224113811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-jr-year.html' title='End of Jr. Year=/'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-2730724675374480506</id><published>2009-05-21T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:39:05.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends For Never=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;This is the second book in the &lt;em&gt;Clique&lt;/em&gt; book series. It is by Lisi Harrison. The series is so far is about 4 popular rich pretty girls that rule the school of OCD. The main girl is Massie Block, she is the richest, prettiest, and spoiledest(idont know if thats a word) of them all but in this book she decides that she is going to throw her grades first girl/boy halloween party. She will do anything to do it besides that she does not the idea of inviting her entire class or sharing it with Claire. Claire is the girl whose family has moved into Massies guest house. She is not very pretty and she does NOT have money, but she is going to do whatever it takes to get into the Clique if it takes her the rest of her life. Then theres Dylan Marvil. Her mom is a talk show host for one of the biggest shows in the country. She ends up losing wieght and is trying to get a guy that Kristen likes. Also we have Kristen Gregory. She pretends that she is rich but she really is not but she shares clothes with Alicia and the rest of the girls. Last we have Alicia Rivera. She is the most beautiful of the group and that makes Massie jealous. So the story is that the group is throwing a Halloween get together, Claire wants to be in the group but is not accepted... yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-2730724675374480506?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/2730724675374480506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=2730724675374480506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2730724675374480506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2730724675374480506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-friends-for-never.html' title='Best Friends For Never=)'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-4234929102035524959</id><published>2009-05-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:23:45.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The way Eliezer told his story in &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; of how he was treated in the concentration camp and all throughout the Holocaust was extremely sad. I think that no one should of had to go through that and its sad that some people actually thought it was right for them to treat people the way that they did. Eliezer was lucky that he lived through out the Holocaust, but after that he was scarred for the rest of his life with the memories of everything in the concentration camps, the hanging of the sad faced angel, the murder of everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-4234929102035524959?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/4234929102035524959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=4234929102035524959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/4234929102035524959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/4234929102035524959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/05/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-8282127254248490574</id><published>2009-05-18T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:19:36.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust Haiku!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the poor jews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who had suffered in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are now free&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/6300933584157977800-8282127254248490574?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/8282127254248490574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=8282127254248490574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8282127254248490574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8282127254248490574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/05/holocaust-haiku.html' title='Holocaust Haiku!'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-1185932690048587144</id><published>2009-04-16T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:47:40.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Internet Thing/Web-Based Web Tool</title><content type='html'>My favorite internet thing/web-based web tool would have to be the blogs. I've never had a blog before this year but I kind of like them now that I understand them. At first when i got on the computer and Mrs. Gillmore was saying to do all of this and that, I got reeeaaalllyyy confused and didnt like the blogs at all. I also kept forgetting my password and login name . So finally I started figuring out how they worked so i ended up liking them better! So now its my favorite internet thing/web-based web tool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-1185932690048587144?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/1185932690048587144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=1185932690048587144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/1185932690048587144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/1185932690048587144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-internet-thingweb-based-web.html' title='Favorite Internet Thing/Web-Based Web Tool'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-677628568647433953</id><published>2009-04-16T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:31:54.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting or Disturbing?</title><content type='html'>Working on my research paper i have learned some interesting but mostly disturbing things.  The disturbing would be the parts where it tellls about killing some of the disabled people and the children. The ways that they killed were kind of both interesting and disturbing because its hard for me to think of how some one could do that to another person just for the fun of it. Its interesting to think of how one person could hate an entire population of people without them doing anything wrong to him to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-677628568647433953?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/677628568647433953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=677628568647433953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/677628568647433953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/677628568647433953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-or-disturbing.html' title='Interesting or Disturbing?'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-6927488129231668021</id><published>2009-04-16T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:27:37.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIKU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love cheerleading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for batesville high school pioneers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i love swimming&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/6300933584157977800-6927488129231668021?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/6927488129231668021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=6927488129231668021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/6927488129231668021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/6927488129231668021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/04/haiku.html' title='HAIKU!'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-511041447901711556</id><published>2009-04-05T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:43:40.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My View On The Holocaust..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;My view on the Holocaust was that I think that it was stupid for the Nazi's to take a race of people and try to kill them all off just for the heck of it. That would be like Obama saying "Okay everyone who has blonde hair needs to be taken to a camp where they will all be executed." It was just unfair and called for time. Anyone who has a heart and is not crazy would most definatly agree with me. So my over view of the Holocaust was that it was not needed and that the world could live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-511041447901711556?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/511041447901711556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=511041447901711556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/511041447901711556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/511041447901711556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-view-on-holocaust.html' title='My View On The Holocaust..'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-401733474655318222</id><published>2009-03-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:30:25.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!=D</title><content type='html'>Spring break was just too short for me. I had a lot of fun though! From Friday to Wednesday I just hung out with my friends around town, but Thursday me and my family+Betsy went to Sherman ,Texas. We went and stayed with my family out there. Thursday, since we got there so late we just hung out around the house. While we were just about to get in bed my uncle said that a tornado was about to come our way, so we had to hide under the stairs for 30 mins. Friday we woke up, went shopping until it started pouring down rain and started to flood. Later in the day we went to a Mavericks game and I have never had that much fun at a basketball game! It was soooo much fun! Saturday, we went shopping in Frisco at the GrapeVine mall. Then we went to Dallas to the Galleria and we(me and Betsy) ice skated. I got a blister on my foot from it and it still hurts.=( Then Sunday me, Betsy, and my dad flew home, while my mom drove to Shrievport Louisana to work on a new project. It was Betsys first time on a plane and after that I decided that I was never going to be at another one of her first expiernces. =) Anyways, spring break was a lot of fun but way too short..&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-401733474655318222?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/401733474655318222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=401733474655318222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/401733474655318222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/401733474655318222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-breakd.html' title='Spring Break!!=D'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-3966611945987705388</id><published>2009-03-18T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:19:59.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alliteration=P</title><content type='html'>Couragious Kelsey cuddled, kindley and quietly with Canadian King Kyle Cory Christopher, while carrying quarts of coke and carefully coaching Karen, Cody, Courtney, Kambri, Kathryn, Caitlin, Kathleen, Kirbi, Kristen, Kristine, Kassie, Catie, Kayla, Kaylie, Kaylin, Keely, Keith, Cameron, Carly, Colton, and Kevin in crafty kitchen cooking, and confidently keepy count of careless, cafinated, cooperative kids in cages in a cafeteria, while also creating the Cactus Catepillar Cajun Kangaroo Cake Cafe in Kenya, California in a contempt manner of correcting Kim, Kendra, Kelly, Kiley, Keri, Clide, Collin, Connor, Kumar, Kenny, and Kirks calculas cards before Christmas and Kris Kringle comes so they can consume kernal corns, kidney beans, and king crab after kindergarten with cousins Kyle and Kendal, in a cougars cave in Cave City, Kentucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-3966611945987705388?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/3966611945987705388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=3966611945987705388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/3966611945987705388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/3966611945987705388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/03/alliterationp.html' title='Alliteration=P'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-5316270755541634478</id><published>2009-03-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:13:05.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts On The End Of Level Literacy Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     In the beginning when I heard that we were going to have to take a end of level test on literacy stuff, I wasn't happy at all. I didn't want to come to school on the days we had it but honestly, I didnt think that the test was that bad after it was all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     I mean yeh it took two days of testing on only english, but it wasn't really that hard. From all the breaks, it was just like we were in normal school when we switch classes. Also, the food Mrs. Gillmore brought was great! She brought cookies, cakes, puppy chow, chips, fruit, trail mix and all sorts of stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Anyways, I wouldnt mind to take it again. So theres no need to worry if you have to take the test next year because it wont be that hard and if you have Mrs. Gillmore because she made it easy.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-5316270755541634478?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/5316270755541634478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=5316270755541634478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/5316270755541634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/5316270755541634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-on-end-of-level-literacy-test.html' title='Thoughts On The End Of Level Literacy Test'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-7598547704540906650</id><published>2009-03-04T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:39:43.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/Sa6ScSZLipI/AAAAAAAAADU/Kb50lvxoJxU/s1600-h/Eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309342025387838098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/Sa6ScSZLipI/AAAAAAAAADU/Kb50lvxoJxU/s320/Eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have just finished reading Eclipse and I thought that it was really good. I loved the susupense going throughout the whole book leading up to where Victoria and Bella meet for the last time. Edward and Jacob go take such percautions to keep Bella safe. Edward doesnt even go to the family fighting so that he can be with her. Jacob stays with her just as much as Edward does, and I thought that showed major signs of how much they loved her. Anyways, this book was awesome and i recomend it to everybody if they've read Twilight and New Moon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW.. This book was over 600 pages so it counts as 2 books so I think Im only doing 1 post on it=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-7598547704540906650?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/7598547704540906650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=7598547704540906650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/7598547704540906650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/7598547704540906650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/03/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse.'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/Sa6ScSZLipI/AAAAAAAAADU/Kb50lvxoJxU/s72-c/Eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-2366384367198803632</id><published>2009-02-05T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:03:14.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Reasons Why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have just finished the book "13 Reasons Why" and it was a book that really taught me about how other people feel. In the book, the main character, Hannah, was feeling a lot more of depression that she showed to anyone. I dont think that I've been mean to anyone intentionally, but niether did Clay. He actually had a crush on Hannah and he still recieved the 13 tapes of why Hannah had commited suicide. I know for sure that I never want to be the reason for someone else's death. This book has affected me a lot to be nicer to a lot of people and I think that some people should probably think about doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-2366384367198803632?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/2366384367198803632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=2366384367198803632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2366384367198803632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2366384367198803632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-reasons-why.html' title='13 Reasons Why.'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-6826904319068879521</id><published>2009-02-05T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:19:52.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialism</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well.. I dont really know what it means but I looked up a definition for it and it says&gt;a desire for wealth and material possessions with little interest in ethical or spiritual matters. That makes me think of a person that is fake or someone who doesnt really care what it takes for them to have everything they've ever asked for but their going to get it not matter what. It doesnt really sound like a good thing to me, nothing that I would want my name to be in the same sentence with. So to the point, materialism sounds like a bad thing to me.=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-6826904319068879521?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/6826904319068879521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=6826904319068879521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/6826904319068879521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/6826904319068879521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2009/02/materialism.html' title='Materialism'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-5094830730607686885</id><published>2008-12-14T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:19:34.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Mind of A Junior .5</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Im Kelsey and Im a junior .5. A junior .5 is when youv been a junior for half of a year. So thats me. Its not really any different than any other year except now i have to start really cracking down on the books, start looking for a college that i might want to go to, dealing with friends and relationships, and all sorts of different changes.. No big deal really=/... So Ive never really had bad grades so its not one of the things that im really worrying about. Now where im going to go to college, thats a different story. I want to go somewhere where some of my friends will be and I want it to be somewhere ill like and somewhere that i will get accepted. Eh...I dont even want to think about it.. So dealing with my friends, they are all pretty cool except some are getting high maintenance and others are staying pretty chill. Also relationships are not really my big thing right now. I just like to hang out with my friends without being nagged at about hanging out with a boyfriend. But as far as being in the mind of me.. Theres not much more=P&lt;br /&gt;haha THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-5094830730607686885?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/5094830730607686885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=5094830730607686885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/5094830730607686885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/5094830730607686885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-mind-of-junior-5.html' title='In The Mind of A Junior .5'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-4315609325717254207</id><published>2008-12-14T15:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:07:35.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Main Characters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;    Well the main characters of &lt;em&gt;THE CRUCIBLE&lt;/em&gt; would probably be Abigail, John Proctor, and Elizabeth Proctor. About Abbi, well she was the backstabbing, powerful, tramp who killed a lot of people just so she could get back with her love John Proctor, who was now married to Elizabeth Proctor. Abbi and John had had something going on before John had met Elizabeth. Then John just up and left Abbi so that made her mad and now shes seeking revenge. John Proctor is one of the good men of Salem without a bad rep. Except for a time or two that he had cheated on Elizabeth with Abbi. John Proctors character trys to prove that no one was ever doing witchcraft and that there was no point to even accuse people of it. He fought so hard to show people that there was never any witchcraft being done that he sacrificed himself for the sake of others. Elizabeth Proctors character is the hard working, kind hearted person in the town of Salem. She stays out of peoples business and keeps to herself. She is trust worthy and probably the only one in the play that doesnt try to get someone else killed. THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-4315609325717254207?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/4315609325717254207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=4315609325717254207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/4315609325717254207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/4315609325717254207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/12/main-characters.html' title='The Main Characters...'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-3277878861136667176</id><published>2008-12-14T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:25:06.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crucible Has A Lot Of Bullying..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;   In our class we have read the play.. &lt;em&gt;The Crucible&lt;/em&gt;.. We have noticed that there is alot of bullying in it. For one, there are a lot of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; people that are accusing the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt; of people of doing witchcraft and being witches and what not. For example, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abbi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;John Proctor&lt;/span&gt; had a thing a long time ago but then it all ended when &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; met&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;. They ended up getting married and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abbi&lt;/span&gt; is waiting for the perfect chance to split them apart when two girls fall mysteriously sick after dancing in the woods, where they were supposedly doing witchcraft. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abbi&lt;/span&gt;, blowing things out of proportion, starts saying that she did see the devil and all of these women by his side. One of these women were &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Elizabeth Proctor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abbi&lt;/span&gt; ends up getting 19 &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt; people hanged just because she wanted revenge agains &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;. I would say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abbi&lt;/span&gt; is the whole cause of the bullying in &lt;em&gt;The Crucible&lt;/em&gt;.   THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-3277878861136667176?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/3277878861136667176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=3277878861136667176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/3277878861136667176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/3277878861136667176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/12/crucible-has-lot-of-bullying.html' title='The Crucible Has A Lot Of Bullying..'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-413876329518072459</id><published>2008-11-19T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:45:52.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Cups of Tea...#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Well...More about my book...In the beginning of the book, the scenes took place on K2 (worlds second highest mountain), Karakorem range, Pakistan, and Korphe in Hali Ali....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    After I went to the website of this book I learned that it has recieved a few awards like : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          Kiriyama Prize Nonfiction Award   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      Time Magazine Asia Book of The Year  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pacific Northwest Booksellers Associations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Montana Honor Book Award &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Borders Bookstore Original Voices Selection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banff Mountain Festival Book Award Finalist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dayton Literary Prize Nonfiction Award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(only runner up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People Magazine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(critics choice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Publisher’s Weekly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(starred review)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    So anyways..yay for &lt;em&gt;Three Cups of Tea &lt;/em&gt;for all of those awards! Whoo Hoo! =] But, anyways i dont really have much to say about my book accept that it was an okay kinda of book but i really just think that the book was suppose to make you not take as much advantage as we do on where we live and how we live. I think that the book is suppose to make you appreciate...=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-413876329518072459?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/413876329518072459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=413876329518072459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/413876329518072459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/413876329518072459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-cups-of-tea2.html' title='3 Cups of Tea...#2'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-4509834569400562578</id><published>2008-11-19T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:24:05.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Cups Of Tea..#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;        A book that i was recently assigned in english is &lt;em&gt;3 Cups Of Tea&lt;/em&gt; by Greg Mortenson. In english, we are studying stuff about Bully Awarness. So our books that we could choose from were &lt;em&gt;The Kiterunner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Three Cups of Tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;In my book, the main character is the author himself, so if you didnt know its a true story, but &lt;em&gt;Three Cups of Tea &lt;/em&gt;starts out with Greg going to climb one of the highest mountains in the land in appreciation for his sister that had pass away.  While he was on the mountain, something happened to one of the other climbers that made Greg turn around and head back down to town. He ended up getting lost and coming into this other town called Korphe. The people of Korphe accepted him and let him stay. He felt a little guilty about the whole issue so he made the town a promise to build them a school for them.&lt;br /&gt;      While trying to build the school, he had a horrible time of raising money. Greg met a guy named Jean, who donated the money to Greg to build the school.  Jean ended up working for a company that built schools for the poor in the last months of his life.&lt;br /&gt;     So in the end, Greg ends up building over 50 schools for poor villages, while dealing with the frustrations of raising funds for the schools, missing his family, and a kidnapping.  THE END!!=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&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/6300933584157977800-4509834569400562578?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/4509834569400562578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=4509834569400562578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/4509834569400562578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/4509834569400562578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-cups-of-tea1.html' title='3 Cups Of Tea..#1'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-8743441454093936739</id><published>2008-11-09T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:24:29.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!!! =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="d9e2846a"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the books i have been reading has been &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; by Stephenie Meyer. At first when someone had mentioned the book for me, I was like.."Eh..Uhm..I dont really think so..Im not really into the whole..Vampire thing" but finally when i started i absolutely fell in love with it! I have never read at book like it and im working on the series. I have just finished the sequal of &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;, and i didnt think it was as good as &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; but it was pretty good too. Anyways, &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; is one of the books that i am reading out of class..=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864198593520850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SRepFWVjpNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C_AJ9AQB6Ms/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-8743441454093936739?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/8743441454093936739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=8743441454093936739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8743441454093936739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/8743441454093936739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight!!! =]'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SRepFWVjpNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C_AJ9AQB6Ms/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-2032672770833138451</id><published>2008-10-22T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:23:58.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOBAMA!!=]</title><content type='html'>I am supporting Barack Obama for our next president. A lot of familys in the United States suffer everyday because they dont have enough money for the basic needs for everyday life. For him wanting to make new jobs for people who dont have them, will help a lot to pay for bills, etc. Also we have soldiers around the world killing innocent people. We shouldnt have them doing that. We need a plan of action for the soldiers defending where it matters. In the end, im supporting barack obama even though im not old enough to vote.=]&lt;br /&gt;GOBAMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-2032672770833138451?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/2032672770833138451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=2032672770833138451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2032672770833138451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/2032672770833138451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-supporting-barack-obama-for-our.html' title='GOBAMA!!=]'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-989345122307588284</id><published>2008-10-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:07:40.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pioneer..=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257573973110371570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SPanrDeVNPI/AAAAAAAAACk/TzAXqhGz6-w/s200/DSCI1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pioneer to me would have to be someone who works hard and never really complains. The pioneer in my life woul have to be my mom. She is my pioneer because to me and probably other people she works really hard. My mom has a stress filled job and that causes her to work at home and stay on the computermost of the time when she is home. She also travels all over the place, even if she is sick or just plainly doesnt want to go, she has to. Another reason I think my mom is a pioneer is because even with a hard job, she still maintains to keep the house clean and cook the food. When shes home and not on the computer, shes always doing something for me or my dad or maybe even the dog. My mom is not always home but whenever she is, the house is spotless and there is always food to eat. In the end, my mom is the pioneer in my life.=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on" size="1pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-989345122307588284?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/989345122307588284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=989345122307588284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/989345122307588284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/989345122307588284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-pioneer.html' title='My Pioneer..=)'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SPanrDeVNPI/AAAAAAAAACk/TzAXqhGz6-w/s72-c/DSCI1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6300933584157977800.post-6271441763191794169</id><published>2008-10-14T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:22:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Novel Setting!!=]</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257013923437295906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SPSqT33DOSI/AAAAAAAAACU/eogHlGoImLM/s200/fever1793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="1083d8d1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The setting of my novel &lt;em&gt;Fever 1793&lt;/em&gt; was in 1793 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Matilda, the main character lived with her mom Lucille and her grandpa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They also had a person who worked for them and basically lived with them, her name was Eliza. They owned a coffee shop and lived in the rooms upstairs above the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; In the novel they had to move a lot since all of Philadelphia was taken over by the fever, so they left for the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; While some of the story took place in the country, most of the setting was placed at her home, at the coffee shop in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6300933584157977800-6271441763191794169?l=livingcitylights.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/feeds/6271441763191794169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6300933584157977800&amp;postID=6271441763191794169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/6271441763191794169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6300933584157977800/posts/default/6271441763191794169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingcitylights.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-novel-setting.html' title='My Novel Setting!!=]'/><author><name>Kelsey.W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10342957176206769299</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SNqo3X1KC0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/nlSLl2Rn0Eg/S220/DSCI1667.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zz_sB_3AglE/SPSqT33DOSI/AAAAAAAAACU/eogHlGoImLM/s72-c/fever1793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
