<?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-1546314809797680064</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:46:01.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(OSCAR'S BLOG)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1546314809797680064.post-4264344796573407621</id><published>2009-06-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:57:43.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Story Books</title><content type='html'>Ask The Bones by:Ariell North Olson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Scary Ghost Stories by: Marian Carus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Story Reader by:Richard Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Ghost Stories Ever by:Christopher Krovatin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Ghost Stories:Paul Dowswell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-4264344796573407621?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4264344796573407621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-story-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/4264344796573407621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/4264344796573407621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-story-books.html' title='Ghost Story Books'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-6299152384485259531</id><published>2009-06-05T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:55:21.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same As A Character In The Book</title><content type='html'>I am like Lily because of her personality. She is funny and I like to be funny. She likes to have fun. I like to have fun. She likes to sleep and I like to sleep. The difference between me and her though is that she can bail someone out of the hospital. I can't do that. She is also a female and i&lt;br /&gt;I'm a male. She also likes to play with bees. I don't like to play with bees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-6299152384485259531?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6299152384485259531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-as-character-in-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/6299152384485259531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/6299152384485259531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-as-character-in-book.html' title='The Same As A Character In The Book'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-5319773138655744337</id><published>2009-06-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:53:29.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend /Brother</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that is like my brother. His name is Micheal. I met him in middle school. In 6 grade we were both sitting alone eating when he came up to me and asked me if I had anything to drink and I said yes and after that we just started hanging out. He started becoming family when he started spending the night in my house. Me and him were always together and we didn't leave each other at all. He had my back in the good times and even on the bad times. He is always there for me when I need him. Whenever I need to talk to someone I always go to him. That's why he is like a brother to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-5319773138655744337?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5319773138655744337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-friend-that-is-li-y-brother-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/5319773138655744337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/5319773138655744337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-friend-that-is-li-y-brother-his.html' title='My Friend /Brother'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-8743020097531091897</id><published>2009-06-01T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:42:41.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lis 5 Things Things You Know About The Current Setting</title><content type='html'>1.The weather is very hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.It smells like honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.It's a very small town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.They make honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.She feel's happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-8743020097531091897?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8743020097531091897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/lis-5-things-things-you-know-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/8743020097531091897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/8743020097531091897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/06/lis-5-things-things-you-know-about.html' title='Lis 5 Things Things You Know About The Current Setting'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-2150485841176935189</id><published>2009-05-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:40:07.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best And Worst Part Of The Book</title><content type='html'>The best part of the book is when Lily and Rosaleen escape from the hospital. I think it's the best part because they have to be very careful of what they do so they won't get caught by the officer or anyone that would get them in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of the book is when those white guys beat up Rosaleen. I think it's the worst part because they hit her with anything  while she's in jail, and the officer doesn't do anything to stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-2150485841176935189?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2150485841176935189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-and-worst-part-of-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/2150485841176935189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/2150485841176935189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-and-worst-part-of-book.html' title='The Best And Worst Part Of The Book'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-6269634065203936997</id><published>2009-05-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:50:55.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May's Personalities</title><content type='html'>May is always sentimental when someone talks about something sad. She is also kind of crazy because she always says "Oh Susana" when she is going to start to cry. But she is very happy when she's not sad. Her specialty food is sweet-potato biscuits. May wasn't really crazy when she was younger but when her twin sister died that's when she started changing and she started crying for the bad thing's that happened to other people. When May cries she cries as if she is going to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-6269634065203936997?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6269634065203936997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/mays-personalities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/6269634065203936997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/6269634065203936997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/mays-personalities.html' title='May&apos;s Personalities'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-1848075516468879628</id><published>2009-05-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:39:51.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did Over The Weekend</title><content type='html'>What I did over the weekend was I played soccer with my cousins. I also twisted my ankle while playing basketball. I slept most of my weekend though because I was tired. Basically I didn't do anything else because I couldn't get out of bed because of my twisted ankle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-1848075516468879628?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1848075516468879628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-did-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/1848075516468879628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/1848075516468879628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-did-over-weekend.html' title='What I Did Over The Weekend'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-6252582845980142846</id><published>2009-05-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:06:13.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned About Bees</title><content type='html'>1.When one bee finds a good place were there is a lot of flower it goes to the bee hive and dances to show the other bees how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The only bee that can mate is the queen bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If the queen bee dies the hive dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Worker bees only work for their queen bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The bees store honey for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.There bee hive is made out of wax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-6252582845980142846?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6252582845980142846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-learned-about-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/6252582845980142846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/6252582845980142846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-learned-about-bees.html' title='What I Learned About Bees'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-8273591036827182483</id><published>2009-05-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:00:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Life Of Bees</title><content type='html'>The Store&lt;br /&gt;1.It looked a hundred years old&lt;br /&gt;2.There is a big coca cola sign in the front&lt;br /&gt;3.Car tags nailed up from different states&lt;br /&gt;4.sugar-cured hams dangling from thr ceiling&lt;br /&gt;5.In the back was a restaurant and in the front was normal store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing that this author does that I do is that we both like to try to make the people picture what we are writing about, because that way they get more into the book. The different thing about us writing though is that she likes to write alot more than what I like to write. There also something else that me and the arthur do is that we like to tell the most possible details we can in the writing. I think that one more different thing about us is that she's a girl and I'm a boy.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-8273591036827182483?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8273591036827182483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-life-of-bees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/8273591036827182483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/8273591036827182483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='Secret Life Of Bees'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-3318521645597048367</id><published>2009-05-18T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:53:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Place That I Was Raised</title><content type='html'>The place that I grew up in was in El Salvador. It's not a nice place to live because It's pretty dirty. There's a lot of garbage around the streets on the floor and a lot of dried up dirt that when you walk your shoes get all dirty. But I like it because it's where I was raised. There's a big store that's white and gray spots. It's pretty old but they sell a lot of good things there like candy, drinks, and junk food. I would say that it was made for teenagers like me that love junk food. It's close to where I was born in. It's cool that it's there because whenever I would get hungry I would just have to walk about 30 seconds and I would get there. There is a river also close to were I was raised and everyone would get wet there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-3318521645597048367?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3318521645597048367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/favorite-to-hang-out-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/3318521645597048367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/3318521645597048367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/favorite-to-hang-out-at.html' title='Place That I Was Raised'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-437057014514640731</id><published>2009-05-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:45:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plans For The Weekend</title><content type='html'>My plans for the weekend are that I'm going to practice breakdancing, and I might go to a party to battle some other breakdancing. I'm also going to sleep a lot because I get really tired during the weekend and I just get bored so I fall asleep. I'm going to practice soccer because I want to get better at soccer. The last thing I'm going to do for the weekend is eat a lot. Well, those are my plans for the weekend I know it sounds boring, but I like my weekends like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-437057014514640731?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/437057014514640731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-plans-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/437057014514640731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/437057014514640731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-plans-for-weekend.html' title='My Plans For The Weekend'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-9181317118866134563</id><published>2009-05-14T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:41:13.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's Situation</title><content type='html'>I think that another way that Lily could have dealt with the situation, was that she could have kept on begging T-Ray to get Rosaleen out of jail. He probably would have gone really annoyed that he would have taken out Rosaleen from jail so Lily could shut up. Another way she could have done it is that she could have talked to the guys who put Rosaleen in jail so that they could  drop the charges they had against her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-9181317118866134563?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9181317118866134563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/lilys-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/9181317118866134563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/9181317118866134563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/lilys-situation.html' title='Lily&apos;s Situation'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-7240655506295520835</id><published>2009-05-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:59:18.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Younger Cousin</title><content type='html'>I have a great little cousin named Christian. Even though he likes to eat a lot and he is fat, he is also very athletic, because he loves to play soccer a lot. He is  playful and he loves to play with other kids. I think that makes him happy. He's also joyful. He likes to laugh a lot when things are funny. He's also really smart when he does his homework. He has always liked doing homework and he always gets A's on his progress report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-7240655506295520835?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7240655506295520835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/7240655506295520835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/7240655506295520835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Younger Cousin'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-3692534908548846744</id><published>2009-05-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:42:04.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Someone That You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 Christian Family Member&lt;/div&gt;List 5 Things They Do Or Say&lt;br /&gt;1.He say's oh really alot&lt;br /&gt;2.He play's alot&lt;br /&gt;3.He laugh's alot&lt;br /&gt;4.He likes to do a lot of homework&lt;br /&gt;5.He likes to eat  a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 5 Things Words That Describe Them&lt;br /&gt;1.Joyful&lt;br /&gt;2.Fat&lt;br /&gt;3.Happy&lt;br /&gt;4.Smart&lt;br /&gt;5.Playful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-3692534908548846744?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3692534908548846744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/choose-someone-that-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/3692534908548846744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/3692534908548846744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/choose-someone-that-you-know.html' title='Choose Someone That You Know'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-5096528161423506660</id><published>2009-05-08T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:49:44.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose One Person From The Book</title><content type='html'>T.Ray&lt;br /&gt;1.He owns a peach stand&lt;br /&gt;2.He would yell a lot&lt;br /&gt;3.He hates going shopping&lt;br /&gt;4.He doesn't like to be bothered&lt;br /&gt;5.He doesn't like to talk about Lily's mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;7.Unprotected&lt;br /&gt;8.Mad&lt;br /&gt;9.Doubtful&lt;br /&gt;10.Hateful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-5096528161423506660?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5096528161423506660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/choose-one-person-from-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/5096528161423506660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/5096528161423506660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/choose-one-person-from-book.html' title='Choose One Person From The Book'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-1291249014785775248</id><published>2009-05-07T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:59:00.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Combining</title><content type='html'>Little Rock is in the southern state of Arkansas and was relatively progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 4 a crisis erupted and Orval Faubus, the Governor of Arkansas, called out the National Guard to prevent African-American students from attending Little Rock Central High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students had been chosen to attend Central High, because of their excellent grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of school, and only one student showed up she did'n recive a phone call because the call was the danger of going to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-1291249014785775248?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1291249014785775248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/1291249014785775248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/1291249014785775248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentence-combining.html' title='Sentence Combining'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-3744069690776556152</id><published>2009-05-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:54:59.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Monk Kidd</title><content type='html'>The year that Sue Monk Kidd set the book was in 1964. Sue lived in a tiny town tucked in the pinelands and red fields on South Georgia. None of the characters in the book are real. The other books she wrote were The Dance of the Dissisdent Daughter and also When The Heart Waits were narratives of her spiritual experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-3744069690776556152?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3744069690776556152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/sue-monk-kidd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/3744069690776556152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/3744069690776556152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/sue-monk-kidd.html' title='Sue Monk Kidd'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-164803678469486077</id><published>2009-05-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:02:18.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Rights Movement</title><content type='html'>The Civil Rights Movement of African Americans were trying to end racial descrimination, and they were also trying to get their rights back. It took place in the Southern states. The Civil Rights started in 1955 through 1968 I think because thats the information that I got. Some African Americans that were in the Civil  Rights are W.E.B. Du Bois, Malcolm x, Martin Luther King Jr, and also Rosa Parks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-164803678469486077?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/164803678469486077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-rights-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/164803678469486077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/164803678469486077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/civil-rights-movement.html' title='Civil Rights Movement'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-8158001191132808195</id><published>2009-05-04T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:04:03.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Carolina</title><content type='html'>South Carolina is to the south and west by Georgia, located across the Savannah River. The history of South Carolina is that 1715 through 1717 there was a war between Yamasee War, between colonial South Carolina and several indian tribes, was one of America's bloodiest Indian War's. Important facts about South Carolina are that they have alot of Law enforcement agencies, like South Carolina Department of Public Safety. Also there are South Carolina Highway Patrol Division, and im just going to tell you one more and it is South Carolina Bureau of Protective Services. Dont think thats all of them because it's not cause there are alot more but I don't want to write all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-8158001191132808195?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8158001191132808195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/south-carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/8158001191132808195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/8158001191132808195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/south-carolina.html' title='South Carolina'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-9133456859752160144</id><published>2009-05-01T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:52:55.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginative Story</title><content type='html'>It was the middle of the night and suddently I remembered that I had to go feed my dog. I forgot to feed my dog because I was bussy the whole day that I couldn't remember that I had to feed my dog. I remembered I had to do something that day but I just couldn't remember,until I saw the bag of dog food sitting right in front of the door, that's when I remembered about my little pitbull.So I went to the back yard and thats when I saw him and he was crying, trying to tell me that he wanted some food. That's when I gave him his favorite food and he  ate it all up and then,I just went back inside the house took a shower and ate something and went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-9133456859752160144?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9133456859752160144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/imaginative-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/9133456859752160144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/9133456859752160144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/05/imaginative-story.html' title='Imaginative Story'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-7080583311497414194</id><published>2009-04-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:19:11.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daily Prompt</title><content type='html'>"Why was it so hard? Through writing, dramatize the hardest thing you've ever had to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to breakdance was hard for me. It may not look hard, when you see someone doing it, but when your trying to learn trust me it's hard. It took me almost a year to learn how to breakdance because I wasn't as strong to do any of the breakdancing moves that I know how to do now. I would also be painful because I would fall alot and I would hurt myself and get bruses. I also sometimes would sprain my leg, or my arm, or even my fingers. It was laso hard because you have to have balance but i didn't have so much balance. But that's why learning how to breakdance was hard for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-7080583311497414194?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7080583311497414194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-daily-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/7080583311497414194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/7080583311497414194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-daily-prompt.html' title='My Daily Prompt'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-2323308753807657446</id><published>2009-04-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:48:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compound Word Practice</title><content type='html'>throughout,volleyball,showcased,skateboarders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughtout the day I was thinking about my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister wants to play volleyball for her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school showcased what the students did in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that skateboarders like to get in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-2323308753807657446?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2323308753807657446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/compound-word-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/2323308753807657446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/2323308753807657446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/compound-word-practice.html' title='Compound Word Practice'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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-1546314809797680064.post-225849303920786746</id><published>2009-04-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:48:48.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future in 20 Years From Now</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is oscar bermudez, and im 37 years old. The kind of job that i have is, a pretty good job, it's working in a resturant called los dos amigos. I like it cause i can eat free food there. I also have a very happy family i have three kid's and a wife that love me very much. My parent's also live with me , they're really old that's why i like them living ith me, sometimes the're really annoying cause they don't leave me alone, but what am i gonna do thats parent's for you. My home is a pretty good home , it's not big but it's a house to come to when i have a hard time at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1546314809797680064-225849303920786746?l=oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/feeds/225849303920786746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-in-20-years-from-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/225849303920786746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1546314809797680064/posts/default/225849303920786746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oscarsblog2009.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-in-20-years-from-now.html' title='The Future in 20 Years From Now'/><author><name>oscar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10960437407776758869</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>
