<?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-4559330555189350741</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:11:11.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers for writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-232546809875879434</id><published>2010-05-19T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:00:39.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust: 911 attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/TAUSRxAAF8I/AAAAAAAAACI/ggbrL7HPsbE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477804618186495938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/TAUSRxAAF8I/AAAAAAAAACI/ggbrL7HPsbE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S_6ANN9wjVI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6frPCVaKPQ/s1600/USA-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475955161504451922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S_6ANN9wjVI/AAAAAAAAACA/y6frPCVaKPQ/s320/USA-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S_aRqhqFXBI/AAAAAAAAABg/BMDfXQszfKc/s1600/911rtrs_468x683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473722556890831890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S_aRqhqFXBI/AAAAAAAAABg/BMDfXQszfKc/s320/911rtrs_468x683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The meaning of a &lt;em&gt;Holocaust&lt;/em&gt; is commonly used to apply to any extensive human disaster. There have been many disasters in our country that have been applied as a &lt;em&gt;Holocaust&lt;/em&gt; including, 911, tsunami, and etc.. To me, one of the most remembered disasters that occurred while I was young was the 911 attack in New York City on September 11, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many lives were taken by this attack and many hearts were touched in this time by those who put their lives on the line to save someone else's life. People lost husbands', wife's', sons', daughters', mothers', fathers', and grandparents'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that the attack has calmed and the reconstruction is finished, many things have changed in our world. Air flight is much safer and careful with everything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though stereotype people are afraid of the Taliban for attacking our country, I believe we need to be careful with everyone because you never know who is going to attack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that everything is different in the USA since 911 occurred, our country is still united as one and will never give up no matter what kind of &lt;em&gt;Holocaust&lt;/em&gt; is happening around us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://iconicphotos.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/911rtrs_468x683.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is cited by this website. Click the link to view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUTHOR: Elie Wiesel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elie Wiesel is a very strong and tough man. In &lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;he describes what life was like back during the &lt;em&gt;Holocaust. &lt;/em&gt;He tells of all the hardships that him and everyone around him went through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;em&gt; Holocaust &lt;/em&gt;was one of the most tragic events that had ever occured because so many lives were taken. Elie's writing method was thouroughly descriptive and he did a good job making the reader feel parts of the pain that everyone else felt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So far in&lt;em&gt; Night &lt;/em&gt;Elie Wiesel has got me not wanting to put down the book because of all his descriptive and interesting facts and writing. I would definatley enjoy checking out one of many of his other books and see if the writing is also descriptive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Back when the Holocaust was going on, many people were killed by the Nazis. They were taken to gas chambers and smothered. The Nazis would just pull out guns and shoot men, women, and children without feeling anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Nazis were very evil people who wanted to kill all of the Jews. In &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;, the author, Elie Wiesel, explained some of the times that people went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Darkness is a good symbol of the book &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;. Darkness is a sign of death and sadness. Many people were murdered in &lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;so darkness was a good symbol to use.&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/4559330555189350741-232546809875879434?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/232546809875879434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust-911-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/232546809875879434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/232546809875879434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust-911-attack.html' title='Holocaust: 911 attack'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/TAUSRxAAF8I/AAAAAAAAACI/ggbrL7HPsbE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-5449049106447288606</id><published>2010-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:28:24.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after the 1920s</title><content type='html'>The world that we live in today is so much different than it use to be in the 1920s. Now, many people around the world own cell phones, computers, ipods, cars, and many other technologies that they did not have back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly dont think that since im so use to all these advanced technologies, I could live back in the 1920s. The women started dressing more manly than elegant and their clothing became baggy and more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men on the other hand, wore more suits and long coats. The racism back in the 1920s wasnt so great. The ku klux klan had been used and whites saw African Americans as animals and treated them that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though things may be the same now as they were back in the 1920s, I would much rather live in these times. There are so many new technologies being used that back then noone would have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the technologies we have now. Im glad that we can use these technologies to help us in many areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-5449049106447288606?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5449049106447288606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-after-1920s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/5449049106447288606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/5449049106447288606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-after-1920s.html' title='Life after the 1920s'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-204987982809274766</id><published>2010-04-13T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:59:22.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I look around at all the bright sequened dressed girls and the handsom guys with their clean, fitted suits,  I realize that it's already prom season. Once everyone gets all dressed up, we have a few pictures taken down at the pond by Lyon College. All of the girls come together and pose for a group picture as the guys watch and stare impatiently for the night to be over. Eating Josie's Steak House, we all are in the process of making memories and filling our stomachs for the long night of dancing ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once my friends and I arrive at our prom, we walk in together and began our mission of dancing as much as we can. The picture of everyone all together and dancing with the beautiful gowns and tux's will never leave my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After prom is over, my parents cook breakfast for my friends and I and we all stay up the whole night playing games and hanging out together. Since prom is known to be one of the biggest party nights, all of my friends and I stay out of trouble and have a good, fun night just hanging out and enjoying our time remembering everything that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prom night..Here I come:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-204987982809274766?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/204987982809274766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/204987982809274766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/204987982809274766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom-night.html' title='Prom night'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-655023218583043283</id><published>2010-04-01T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:12:59.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>If you truly love someone, who they are doesnt affect how you feel about them. For Bella, she fell in love with Edward, which whom was a vampire. When Bella moved to Forks with her father, she just stayed to herself and didnt go out of her way to meet other people. One day at lunch, Bella and her friends were having a typical day when all of a sudden they were all distracted by the Cullens family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward was very rude to Bella at first because he wanted her blood more than any other. After skipping school for a few days, Edward came back and was finally nice to Bella. As he was being nice to her, they fell in love. Even after Bella finds out the Cullens' secrets'  she still stays with Edward and they fall even more in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many situations in this book that you can learn from. I would recamend this to almost everyone. I learned that no matter who or what someone is, you can still love and care for them even if in one split second they could attack and kill you harshly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-655023218583043283?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/655023218583043283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/655023218583043283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/655023218583043283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-2956684295048905472</id><published>2010-04-01T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:02:26.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S7SnOquI2II/AAAAAAAAABY/iZaaXhYkaF8/s1600/989_2004-0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455168919080327298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S7SnOquI2II/AAAAAAAAABY/iZaaXhYkaF8/s320/989_2004-0663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;When spring comes around every year, there are many different opinions from everyone around. The main disadvantage to spring is the polen on the cars, houses, and everything that is outside. To me, I love the weather during spring but I hate the allergies it causes me to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Some people have such bad allergies that during spring, they have to get shots daily and possibly have to stay inside all of the time. Polen is very hard to clean up and hard to keep cleaned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;On the nature walks during school, we all notice the trees' mostly changing colors. On the top of the tress they turn gold and now all of the leaves are coming back. Soon the leaves will change to yellow, orange and many other beautiful colors. All the flowers are blooming and also changing colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Spring time is one of my most favorite seasons even though my allergies might disagree. I love the beautiful colors and smells. The colors of everything just brighten my day and make me a happier person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-2956684295048905472?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2956684295048905472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/2956684295048905472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/2956684295048905472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-spring.html' title='Forever Spring'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S7SnOquI2II/AAAAAAAAABY/iZaaXhYkaF8/s72-c/989_2004-0663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-775357909596456760</id><published>2010-03-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:44:54.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Girl:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S6IuCD_5bfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/es2OeVKApVw/s1600-h/bayleedad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969112039648754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S6IuCD_5bfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/es2OeVKApVw/s320/bayleedad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Growing up in Batesville, I always felt as if I was a very blessed and lucky person. I had the family, friends, and things that I dreamed of having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On one beautiful day, the middle of my 5th grade year, my family and I took a trip to Little Rock to shop for furniture for our new home. Almost arriving, we saw a family of 5 on the side of the road begging for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My father, the caring and loving man he always has been, decided to stop and help out the family.Once we got our car turned around, my father got out, crossed 4 lanes of rush hour traffic, and reached the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Once arriving to the car, the 3 young children were then seen to be running hecticly around until my father told them it was not safe, and to get back into the car. While fixing the flat tire on the car, a woman in a red camaro swirved over and hit my dad. Throwing him in front of the car, the crazy woman kept going. After miles of driving, the woman finally got pulled over and the two men who were chasing her found pills and alcohol in the vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The greatness of this story is that while helping a much needed family, my father was in a hit in run accident and made it out alive with no broken bones. Even though our family went through this tragic event, my family and I feel very lucky to still have my dad. My dad is my hero and I will forever look up to him for being the best christian role model and a loving father. Im lucky to have a dad like mine to always look up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-775357909596456760?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/775357909596456760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/775357909596456760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/775357909596456760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky-girl.html' title='Lucky Girl:)'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdmZYTO_c3g/S6IuCD_5bfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/es2OeVKApVw/s72-c/bayleedad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-6064726641673365686</id><published>2010-02-16T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:04:22.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When you and your family travel for vacation, where is your favorite place to go? Every year on spring break, my family and I go to Colorado and snow ski. Recently I have learned how to snowboard and I really enjoy this more than skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was about 4 or 5 my family has taken me to snow ski. My most favorite places to ski are Breckenridge, Winter Park, and Snowshoe. Skiing is a challenging sport and will keep you in good shape. I like challenges so snow skiing is a good sport for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming spring break my family and I are going to Copper Mountain, Colorado. I was given the choice to pick a friend to come with me. My best friend, Madeline Schmidt, has snow skied before so I figured we could have an amazing time together doing this challenging sport we both love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group we are traveling to Colorado with are our friends from church. Since we are going with a church group, we got a good deal on a condo for each family. Please click on this hyperlink and take a look and explore Copper Mountain. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.skidaddy.com/westbaptist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Maybe one day you and your family can explore the mountains in Colorado.&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/4559330555189350741-6064726641673365686?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6064726641673365686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-bunnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/6064726641673365686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/6064726641673365686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-bunnies.html' title='Snow Bunnies'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-7865868219460631442</id><published>2010-01-22T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:32:21.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil War</title><content type='html'>A civil war is a fight between anyone. For example, you can have a civil war with friends, family, co workers, and anyone who disagree's with what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A civil war that I have gone through is war with my last relationship. Always disagreeing in what we believe, our civil war began to end badly. Our civil war finally calmed and we realized that everyone has their differences so we decided to end our civil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cheerleading, all of the girls always have disagreements. A recent civil war that we all just went through was the issue that goes on at games. Some of the girls talk while the others are trying to be serious and pay attention to the game. Also, We have uniform issues. All together, the cheerleaders at BHS have about four uniforms and almost every game we have people complain about what we are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been through civil wars in their lifetime. Many of the wars are simple and have no meaning. But, other civil wars are important and make others lifes complicated. The most common civil wars that I have been through so far include the wars with my family, friends, and relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-7865868219460631442?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7865868219460631442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/01/civil-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/7865868219460631442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/7865868219460631442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/01/civil-war.html' title='Civil War'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-4622912486435131148</id><published>2009-11-23T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:50:01.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten things to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>1.God&lt;br /&gt;2.Family&lt;br /&gt;3.Friends&lt;br /&gt;4.Home&lt;br /&gt;5.Car&lt;br /&gt;6.School&lt;br /&gt;7.Freedom&lt;br /&gt;8.Job&lt;br /&gt;9.Peace&lt;br /&gt;10.Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most important and favorite thing I am thankful for is God. Without God nothing is possible.  He is the creator of the heavens and earth. God is my savior and the most important person in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another important thing that I am thankful for is money. With money, you can buy food, clothes, shelter and ect. Many people around the world dont have enough money to buy these things, they barely have enough to live. I am so thankful for having the life I do and being blessed with many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is thankful for something. What are you thankful for? To me, the 10 most important things I'm thankful for are; God, family, friends, home, car, school, freedom, job, peace, and money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-4622912486435131148?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4622912486435131148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-ten-things-to-be-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/4622912486435131148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/4622912486435131148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-ten-things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Top ten things to be thankful for'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-2801920120960969718</id><published>2009-11-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:19:25.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak book review</title><content type='html'>Are you the type of person who if you have a problem you keep your mouth shut? Or are you the type to tell someone so they could help you over come it? In &lt;em&gt;Speak &lt;/em&gt;by Laurie Halse Anderson, Melinda is a young high school girl dealing with something way over her head and doensnt tell anyone about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda, to me, is the type of person to fix her problems on her own. She doesnt need anyone to do things for her because she is so used to doing them by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school for Melinda was terrible. She said "I am an outcast." While walking through the halls she see's all of the teens glare and laugh at her. Melinda finds her hideaway spot in the janitors closet. She hides from her old friends, teachers, and especially IT, Andy Evan, the boy who made her mouth, body, and mind scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the book, Melinda transforms in many ways. She finally speaks up and actually talks to other students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would most definatly recamend this book to all teens who attend, or have attended high school. The moral of this story is very touching and made me think about the people who dont say much to anyone and if something happend to them like it did Melinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-2801920120960969718?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2801920120960969718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/2801920120960969718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/2801920120960969718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-book-review.html' title='Speak book review'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-5326843788589827538</id><published>2009-11-17T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:00:44.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>Bullying is a huge part of our society and needs to be changed. Have you ever been the person who got made fun of all of the time and was beat up and for not giving the bully your lunch money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many kids that attend Batesville High that are bullied. I believe violence is not the answer and kids should handle these problems in another way other than beating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When kids move to a new school, chances of them being bullied is very likely. Most of the time, the bullys are the one's who have had a rough life and were also once beat. Bully's are the jealous one's and usually dont get enough attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-5326843788589827538?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5326843788589827538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/5326843788589827538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/5326843788589827538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/11/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-1712227914865862699</id><published>2009-10-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:35:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirit Bear book review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Touching Spirit Bear &lt;/em&gt;by Ben Mikaelsen was an interesting book about Cole Matthews, a young boy going through a hard life. He caused many problems in the community and when he finally almost beat Peter Driscal to death, his town was tired of his anger and put him in the circle of justice. After everyone agreed to send him to an isolated island in Alaska, Cole was mauled by a huge, white bear. When Edwin and Harvey came to check on Cole they noticed his wounds and took him to a near doctor. Six months later, Cole returned back to the circle of justice to see if he would be sentenced to jail. Even though noone wanted Cole Matthews to return back to the island, he did and had to build his hut and survive on his own. He did many activities to overcome his anger, including soaking in the creek, carrying the ansestor rock up the hill and rolling it back down, and carving designs on a totem pole. Now that Cole started to fix his anger issues, he realized there was no use in being angry all the time. As I read this story, I learned to be patient in everything I do and to not take things or people for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-1712227914865862699?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1712227914865862699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/1712227914865862699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/1712227914865862699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear-book-review.html' title='Touching Spirit Bear book review'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-102215270897933778</id><published>2009-10-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:18:20.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart You, You Haunt Me. Book Review</title><content type='html'>Imagine loosing your best friend, boyfriend, and someone you trust with your life all on the same day. Anna, in the book "I Heart You, You Haunt Me" lost her boyfriend Jackson. This book makes you realize many things. It was very touching and one of my favorite books. After reading this book written by Lisa Schenodzer, I learned to live everyday like my last and to love others with all of my heart. I enjoyed Lisa's style because it was written in poetry form and I never wanted to put it down. As I was reading, I felt as if I were in the story. The way she described Jackson coming back felt so real. If you like to read realistic books or books about relationships, I would recommend you to read it. "I Heart You, You Haunt Me" made me feel like I grew as a person as I read it. Lisa made Jackson seem so real and makes you wonder if something could happen to you like that. This was such an amazing book. I would recommend this to teens who have relationship trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-102215270897933778?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/102215270897933778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-heart-you-you-haunt-me-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/102215270897933778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/102215270897933778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-heart-you-you-haunt-me-book-review.html' title='I Heart You, You Haunt Me. Book Review'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-8101659159703423344</id><published>2009-10-05T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:13:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copper Sun book review</title><content type='html'>Slavery brought so many tears and was a hard time for everyone. In the story &lt;em&gt;Copper Sun&lt;/em&gt; by Sharon M. Draper slavery was the main conflict. Amari was a young girl who had to watch the death of her family and was taken away to become a slave. As she was taken to many places she finally met afi, an older woman who took care of her and made her a stronger person. After being molested and abused by the sailors on the death ship she never gave up. When Amari was sold to the Derbyshire farms, she met Polly, Teenie, and Tidbit. Even though Mr. Derby was a cruel and abusive man, his wife Izabelle had a very caring and loving personality. When Mrs. Derby had her baby she realized that she wasn't Mr. Derby's but was Noah's. After the death of Izabelle Derby and her baby girl, Polly, Amari, and Tidbit ran away to find freedom. On their travels, they ran into many people who helped them along the way. They finally made it to Savannah, Georgia and stayed at the Spanish Colony, Fort Mose. Amari found out that she was pregnant there by a rape. Even though all of these people went through abuse and rape, they never quit living and still had faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-8101659159703423344?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8101659159703423344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/copper-sun-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/8101659159703423344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/8101659159703423344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/10/copper-sun-book-review.html' title='Copper Sun book review'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559330555189350741.post-5164995811997148222</id><published>2009-09-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:26:25.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day? On September 11, 2001 everyone's lives had changed. We never would have thought that anything would happen like that. As we all watched the first plane hit one of the towers, we cried knowing that lives had been taken by someones accident. But, after the second plane hit the other tower we knew that it was a terrorist attack. President George Bush was visiting a school in Florida when the attacks happend. He didnt go to Washington that day because everyone was affraid that it was the next target. Even though that this day has changed our world we all grew stronger together through everything. Fire Fighters, Policemen, and others risked their lives searching for bodies or people trapped inside the buildings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559330555189350741-5164995811997148222?l=bayleeblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5164995811997148222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/09/911.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/5164995811997148222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559330555189350741/posts/default/5164995811997148222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayleeblogs.blogspot.com/2009/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Baylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17155216110327567123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
