<?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-15928267</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edith's Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-113155368748740552</id><published>2005-11-09T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:28:07.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 31 My Birthday....</title><content type='html'>My birthday is in about four day, on November 13. I will be turning 18 years old. For my birthday my friends and i are going for a road trip to flagstaff. We are planning on living on Saturday aftenoon and be back on Monday. I want to have so much fun and be with the people i love. Moreover, if all my friends are going it will be great because we are going to be together. I decided to go to Flagstaff because it is a place were you can relax also the weather is nice up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-113155368748740552?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/113155368748740552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=113155368748740552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113155368748740552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113155368748740552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-31-my-birthday.html' title='journal # 31 My Birthday....'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-113094987311549106</id><published>2005-11-02T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:44:33.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 30 how to write an essay?</title><content type='html'>How to wite an essay? First of all you would have to do a prewriting such as; brainstorming, listing, questioning, mapping, journaling, and discussing. Second, planning like organizing ideas. After, you would do a draft which you will include a topic sentence, supporting ideas, and a concluding sentece. when done writing you would have to do a revising, doing adding and subtracting ideas and reorganizing. Finally,  you do the editing, checking grammar, speling, ponctuation, and mechanics. when done with all that you would have to type the final draft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-113094987311549106?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/113094987311549106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=113094987311549106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113094987311549106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113094987311549106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-30-how-to-write-essay.html' title='journal # 30 how to write an essay?'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-113094938809959284</id><published>2005-11-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:36:28.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 29 best commercial a ever seen.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thtech.net/images/databanks/towerhunt/logos/verizon_wireless.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="115" alt="" src="http://www.thtech.net/images/databanks/towerhunt/logos/verizon_wireless.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best commercial i ever seen that i liked is the one they do for verizon wireless. When all the people is looking at the shakira video and dancing. All the people that have the video on the phone are making the moves shakira does. Moreover, it is very funny because all kinds of people does it. From Teenagers to adults. Finally, I have liked that commercial since i saw it because am a big fan of shakira and i like how she dances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-113094938809959284?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/113094938809959284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=113094938809959284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113094938809959284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113094938809959284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal-29-best-commercial-ever-seen.html' title='journal # 29 best commercial a ever seen.....'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-113077765240156685</id><published>2005-10-31T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:54:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #28 what i hate most about technology</title><content type='html'>What i hate most about technology in life, class, and general is that you have to read and do things right. If you dont read correct you will be getting things wrong. For example, if you doing a quiz on a computer, you will have to read the directions clearly and understand them to get them right. Also, if you get things wrong you cant go back and do them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-113077765240156685?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/113077765240156685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=113077765240156685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113077765240156685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113077765240156685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-28-what-i-hate-most-about.html' title='journal #28 what i hate most about technology'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-113034548724018784</id><published>2005-10-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:38:57.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #27 the one piece of technology i enjoy using</title><content type='html'>The one piece of technology you enjoy using is my cell phone. I enjoy using my cell phone because i can text and call my friends. When am bored i start texting them or calling them. I think the phone is really helpful because in an emergency you can call for help. Most of the time there is a problem  and you can solve it by calling someone ask ask. Also, I enjoy my cell phone because i can call my friends to see how everything is doing. So my cell phone is a piece of technology i enjoy using.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-113034548724018784?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/113034548724018784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=113034548724018784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113034548724018784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113034548724018784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-27-one-piece-of-technology-i.html' title='journal #27 the one piece of technology i enjoy using'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-113017397756264025</id><published>2005-10-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:12:57.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #26 my favorite thing to do</title><content type='html'>My favorite thing to do is go shopping like all girl does. I like to go to the mall and spend a lot of time shopping. When i go have to have time because i like to see all around it until i find something i really like. Almost every pay check i spend some in cloths and things i like. That is not every check because i have to pay my truck. If i didn't had to pay my truck i would had the chance to spend more money on clothes. I know that is bad but, i like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-113017397756264025?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/113017397756264025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=113017397756264025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113017397756264025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/113017397756264025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-26-my-favorite-thing-to-do.html' title='journal #26 my favorite thing to do'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112956909963419202</id><published>2005-10-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:11:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #25 School</title><content type='html'>School has been great so far. I have learned many things in all my classes. For example in my math class i have how to work variables and how to they are added in problems. I my English class i have learned how to create good sentences and how to create a good essay. Both of my classes are great and fun. What i dislike about school is that we get homework, but i cant do anything about it. I figured a way to deal with homework. I make sure that everything is on time that way i dont have to worry i have many homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112956909963419202?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112956909963419202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112956909963419202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112956909963419202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112956909963419202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-25-school.html' title='journal #25 School'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112956694154163024</id><published>2005-10-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:35:41.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #24 if someone got infront for me on a line</title><content type='html'>If someone would get in front of me while i was in the movies line i would tell them what are they doing. Also i would tell them if they dont see that averybody is making a line.I think it is not fair that when you are in line and someone would walk in front of you and just like nothing got in line in front of you looking that everybody if in line. Moreover, i know they would talk to me back, but since i don't like to argue i would just live it how it is. Why get in a fight that is not a big deal? i would just tell them not to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112956694154163024?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112956694154163024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112956694154163024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112956694154163024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112956694154163024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-24-if-someone-got-infront-for.html' title='journal #24 if someone got infront for me on a line'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112896201194491208</id><published>2005-10-10T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:33:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 23 an icecream with no money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.promolux.com/english/images/ice_cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="84" alt="" src="http://www.promolux.com/english/images/ice_cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How emberasing that would be? If one time i would go out to buy an ice cream. well i got to the ice cream shop, i got on line and ordered my ice cream. At the time when i had to pay my ice cream and i was looking through my purse. I couldn't find my money but, i was sure that i had doughted with me. Well, that would be so emberasing. I would tell them that i had forgaten my money and i was going to be right back that it was on my car. Later, i think i would never go back to that place ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112896201194491208?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112896201194491208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112896201194491208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112896201194491208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112896201194491208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-23-icecream-with-no-money.html' title='journal # 23 an icecream with no money...'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112853029846288688</id><published>2005-10-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:22:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #22 ever been discriminated.......</title><content type='html'>I have never been driscriminated so far. Moreover, if people would one time discriminated i think it would be sad because thats how you are and u can't be change. All people from different places is equal to us. Everybody in the world is equal to everybody no one is different. We were all born the same. If i one time would be descriminated life for me would be so different and i wouln't like that to happen to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112853029846288688?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112853029846288688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112853029846288688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112853029846288688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112853029846288688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-22-ever-been-discriminated.html' title='journal #22 ever been discriminated.......'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112835887904006763</id><published>2005-10-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:29:21.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 21 if i woke up in another country.....</title><content type='html'>If one day i would woke up in another hole different country where no one couln't understand me. I think it would be so hard because if i was trying to ask for something people wouldn't be able to undestand me. Also people would be looking at me all wierd and probably they would be telling me things that i wouldn't know what they are talking about. What i would do is go and see if i can buy a diccionary to know what to ask about and to see if someone can help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112835887904006763?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112835887904006763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112835887904006763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112835887904006763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112835887904006763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21-if-i-woke-up-in-another.html' title='journal # 21 if i woke up in another country.....'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112835746606093073</id><published>2005-10-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:37:46.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 20 On the weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend it was incredible I had so much fun. On Friday well  went to work and after work i went to my friends house and it was her birthday. The house was alone her mom wasen't home and we invited people. Friends came over and started dancing and having fun with friends that we haven't seen in a long time from high school. On saturday since she turned 18 years we went to the club it was her first time. We where going crazy we danced alot and had so much fun because all of the girlfriends went toghether. On sunday we all got together again at her house and had a bbq with all our friends till midnight it was a blast..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112835746606093073?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112835746606093073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112835746606093073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112835746606093073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112835746606093073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-20-on-weekend.html' title='journal # 20 On the weekend'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112792843616581412</id><published>2005-09-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:27:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 19 a bug on a salad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://musicalpeace.org/vyoma/Photos/Wildlife/orange_bugs_082902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="124" alt="" src="http://musicalpeace.org/vyoma/Photos/Wildlife/orange_bugs_082902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever see a bug on a salad i tell the sells person to be careful. Also if they would tell me that they can give another one i wouldn't take it. I think its gross to see a dug on your food. Although, people say that those are accidents, i don't think so. Sales persons should be careful on what they serve. Maybe some people just don't care but others do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112792843616581412?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792843616581412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112792843616581412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792843616581412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792843616581412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-19-bug-on-salad.html' title='journal # 19 a bug on a salad!!!'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112792791782879132</id><published>2005-09-28T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:18:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 18 if i could give any gift....</title><content type='html'>If i could give any gift in the world it would be good health to my mom. I would give good health to my mom so she would always be with us. I would give that present to my mom because she has been a strong woman who doesn't fear anything. So if my mommy is healthy and in good conditions she can be with us for a long time of life. Therefore, everything would just fine and aour family would live happily. That would be the gift of the world i would give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112792791782879132?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792791782879132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112792791782879132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792791782879132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792791782879132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-18-if-i-could-give-any-gift.html' title='journal # 18 if i could give any gift....'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112792583527780216</id><published>2005-09-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:46:19.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 17 if animals could talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.acm.vt.edu/~wpreissn/images/images/white%20dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="130" alt="" src="http://www.acm.vt.edu/~wpreissn/images/images/white%20dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If animals could talk life would fun. One of the questions i would ask a animal would be can you help do this?, are you ok or someting hurts? Also i woiuld ask him what does he wants to eat. Moreover, i would ask teach him or her things that are right to do inside a house, that way they would understand me. I would also ask him things he can do for me. It would be great if an animal would be able to talk and would also be so understanbable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112792583527780216?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792583527780216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112792583527780216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792583527780216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792583527780216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-17-if-animals-could-talk.html' title='journal # 17 if animals could talk'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112792528258726613</id><published>2005-09-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:34:42.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal # 16 no television</title><content type='html'>If there was no television life would be better. It would be good because people would be doing bad things or things they see on tv. Moreover, if there was no  television people would be doing things they are supposed to do. For example, maybe they have to clean the house but, if there is a good show on tv they won't do it because they decide to watch the show. Finally, I think  life would be easier without tv, and more people would have their jobs done. Also tv dramatices people and little kids. Kids would sometimes do things they are not supposed to do. They just do it because they see it on tv and they think is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112792528258726613?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792528258726613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112792528258726613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792528258726613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112792528258726613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-16-no-television.html' title='journal # 16 no television'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112732415005665435</id><published>2005-09-21T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:38:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #15 FREE</title><content type='html'>I assisted to Cesar Chavez High School my four yours. Chavez its a great school wich i engoyed alot. My freshman year it was kind of boring till i stared meeting people. I didn't know any people because i moved from the west side. Well my sophmore year was great i enjoyed cheer and yearbook, which was really fun. My junior year I started to be bad and i ditched a couple of times, but i passed all of my classes with good grades. Finally my senior year came and was my best year specially homecoming and prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112732415005665435?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112732415005665435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112732415005665435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112732415005665435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112732415005665435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15-free.html' title='Journal #15 FREE'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112732147652360134</id><published>2005-09-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:51:16.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #14 being invisible</title><content type='html'>If i could be invsisible,  i would mess around with people in a good way. For example, people that don't like me.  I would also travel different places without paying anything. How cool!!. Then i would meet famous people that i want to meet. I would go into their houses and do things i can do in my house. Moreover, I would go and visit the white house and talk to the president and tell him the bad things he has done. meanwhile, am at the white house i woulb be walking everywhere without people telling me anything. Last but no least, I would also help my family in things tehy need help that they can't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112732147652360134?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112732147652360134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112732147652360134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112732147652360134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112732147652360134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-14-being-invisible.html' title='journal #14 being invisible'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112714937673987288</id><published>2005-09-19T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:02:56.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #13 something that really bugs me!</title><content type='html'>Something that really bugs me is that when am at work and my manager ask me if i could stay a little longer at work. That bugs me because i sometimes have other things to do and i can't do them because i get out late from work. Also, i feel bad if i tell her that i can't stay because ti think that when i would ask her for a day off she would not give it to me. Moreover, i get out of work most of the time and she doesn't undursatnd that i have other things to do rather than work. Finally, it really bugs me when my manager tells me to stay for a little while at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112714937673987288?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112714937673987288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112714937673987288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112714937673987288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112714937673987288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-13-something-that-really-bugs.html' title='journal #13 something that really bugs me!'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112714796672870386</id><published>2005-09-19T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:39:27.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #12 If i could fly</title><content type='html'>If i would be able to fly when ever i wanted. I would use the ability when ever there is an emergency with my family. also i would use it whenever there is a proble and i could help. for example, know that the people in the uricane katrina is really need. I would fly and help people. i woulf take them to different states. that way they can settle there and have no fear to still be there. I would take them and their family. In that way i would use the ability to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112714796672870386?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112714796672870386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112714796672870386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112714796672870386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112714796672870386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-12-if-i-could-fly.html' title='journal #12 If i could fly'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112684307791000746</id><published>2005-09-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:06:26.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #11 My Favorite book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/lhsteachers/hendricks/child_called_it/child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/lhsteachers/hendricks/child_called_it/child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book is "A Child Called IT" One Child's Courage to Survive by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/index=books&amp;field-author-exact=Dave%20Pelzer&amp;amp;rank=-relevance,+availability,-daterank/002-1334324-9984840"&gt;Dave Pelzer&lt;/a&gt; . This book mainly about &lt;a name="child"&gt;a child, Dave who was brutally beaten and starved by his, alcoholic mother: a mother who played tortuous games--games that left him Dave nearly dead. With only his willpower to survive, Dave learned how to play his Mother's sinister games in order to survive because she no longer considered Dave a son but a slave, and no longer a boy but an "It."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="child"&gt;Although A Child Called "It" contains situations of mistreatment Dave suffered, it is a real life story of the indomitable human spirit.&lt;/a&gt; Finally, for those reasons i loved reading this book its really interesting and it a true story. &lt;a href="http://www.davepelzer.com/CCI.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davepelzer.com/CCI.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112684307791000746?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112684307791000746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112684307791000746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112684307791000746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112684307791000746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-11-my-favorite-book.html' title='journal #11 My Favorite book.'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112684250928467247</id><published>2005-09-15T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:48:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #10 FREE</title><content type='html'>well, on my free space I will be telling about my job. I work at a Checks Cashed on Central. I really enjoy working there its been great and i have learned many stuff. One of the things is that we really need to learn how to handle money and not a little bit its alot. well, I been working there not for a ong time but i really enjoy and its fun specially on fridays. Its really busy and we make lots of different things for costumers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112684250928467247?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112684250928467247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112684250928467247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112684250928467247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112684250928467247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-10-free.html' title='journal #10 FREE'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112649278127342708</id><published>2005-09-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:39:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #9 best advice</title><content type='html'>One of the best advices i ever received was when my mom told me not to hang around with this girls that used to be my friends. This girls where twins. I liked to hang with them because i though they were fun to go out. One time they invited me to go to a party so i said yes. late at night they came and pick me up. My mom said that i shouldn't go out that it was late. I didn't listen to my mom. Well, when we got to the party it looked fun. So we went up and stared dancing. Finally, i was looking around and couldn't find them. so i walked outside. This girl came up to me and started cusing at me so then we got in a fight. later, i had to find a phone and called my mom to pick me up. She came and said, "&lt;em&gt; I told you". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112649278127342708?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112649278127342708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112649278127342708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112649278127342708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112649278127342708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-9-best-advice.html' title='journal #9 best advice'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112649209556134727</id><published>2005-09-11T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:28:15.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal#8 favorite song</title><content type='html'>i don't really have a favorite song. i like all kinds of music specially hip-hop and r&amp;amp;b. Right know one of the songs i really listen to is Destenys child cater to you. I like that song beause because of the rythem it has and the also the letter. I don't really listen to slow music. Cater to you is one of the 3 slow songs i like. I am more of a fast songs type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112649209556134727?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112649209556134727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112649209556134727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112649209556134727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112649209556134727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal8-favorite-song.html' title='journal#8 favorite song'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112606801851652964</id><published>2005-09-06T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:40:18.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal#7 my most indispensable possesion</title><content type='html'>My most indispensable possesion is a card that i have from my grandpa. That card was when he was a police back in Mexico. I have saved that card because he gave it to me when he was passing out long time ago. my grandpa was like my father. before he died he gave it to me and he told me to save it fr the rest of my life. that was a really thing for him. he died because of been a police officer. from today i steel save that card and i will for the rest of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112606801851652964?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112606801851652964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112606801851652964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112606801851652964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112606801851652964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal7-my-most-indispensable.html' title='journal#7 my most indispensable possesion'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112581294284489868</id><published>2005-09-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:49:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #6 something difficult i faced while coming to smcc</title><content type='html'>When i was going to begin college i though how would it be? One of the difficulties i faced while coming to SMCC was that i though i wasen't going to be able to apply for financial aid. I think that is hard beause its expencive. i though i wasen't going to make it because i have other bills to pay and i didn't wanted to ask my mom. Everiything went through and  it was ok. Another difficulty was who would i see that i know. When i got to college i didn't see know on that i know after  went to class and see a old friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112581294284489868?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112581294284489868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112581294284489868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112581294284489868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112581294284489868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-6-something-difficult-i-faced.html' title='journal #6 something difficult i faced while coming to smcc'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112581233570336017</id><published>2005-09-03T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:38:55.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #5 something i noticed about myself today</title><content type='html'>Another thing i noticed about myself today is am so young to have what i have. I have ben workig since i was only 15 years old. That was because i wanted to have good things on my own not because my mom order me to do so. When i was 16 i dought my truck, which am steel paying for it. and so much other things. I like to be independent and have my own stuff. That way i can say its mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112581233570336017?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112581233570336017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112581233570336017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112581233570336017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112581233570336017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-5-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='journal #5 something i noticed about myself today'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112581148929347252</id><published>2005-09-03T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:24:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal #4 something i noticed about myself today</title><content type='html'>Something i noticed about me today is that i had completed one of my goals. one of my goals was to finish high school. To finish high school i though it was going to be so hard. but i see that was easy and fun as i though so. know that i see myself at college its hard to believe it but its true. to have completed one of my goals since i was i a little girl is a thing i noticed about myself today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112581148929347252?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112581148929347252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112581148929347252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112581148929347252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112581148929347252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-4-something-i-noticed-about.html' title='journal #4 something i noticed about myself today'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112533682702032468</id><published>2005-08-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:33:47.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #3 when am bored</title><content type='html'>When am bored i love to hang out with my brothers maybe take them to tha movies or go and get something to munch on. Another thing i do when am bored is talk with my mom or go out and and have fun with my mother. Moreover, I am not bored at all.I work lots of hours and also go to school so i dont have time to get bored. But if i do get bored i do the things i mentioned at the begining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112533682702032468?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112533682702032468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112533682702032468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112533682702032468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112533682702032468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-3-when-am-bored.html' title='Journal #3 when am bored'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112533667422750672</id><published>2005-08-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:31:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #2 My Hero</title><content type='html'>My hero is my mother. I think she is my hero because she has been there&lt;br /&gt;for me when i need her. moreover, she has been with me all the time and&lt;br /&gt;has helped me with any problems i have as a teenager.Also my mom has&lt;br /&gt;given me good advices on what to do. my mom has been a srong lady who has&lt;br /&gt;lived a hard life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112533667422750672?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112533667422750672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112533667422750672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112533667422750672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112533667422750672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-2-my-hero.html' title='Journal #2 My Hero'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928267.post-112533566335495127</id><published>2005-08-29T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:14:23.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1 about me</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Edith Zapata. I was born in Mexico on November 13, 1987. I came to Arizona about ten years ago. I live with my parents and two baby brothers. I came from Cesar Chavez high school. my plans are to attend to college for a year and i will get transferd to NAU and i will be studing insurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928267-112533566335495127?l=edinf10101x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/feeds/112533566335495127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928267&amp;postID=112533566335495127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112533566335495127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928267/posts/default/112533566335495127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinf10101x.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1-about-me.html' title='Journal #1 about me'/><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01563499697881838179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/26/41307816_43458e0f78.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
