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&lt;/span&gt;It was dark out.  I was disappointed but t0 tired to think about what happened to me at the pageant.  I was thinking about how my teacher said I ruined the play.  I didn't think I had that big of a part.  Jem and I started walking out.  We walked a little and than I forgot that I had left my shoes.  I looked back and Jem reassured me that I would get my shoes back.  My costume was so tight and the chicken wire would sometimes stab my arms and legs as I moved.  I did have two whole slots to look through so it was okay. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't see a thing.  But Jem said I was glowing because there was shiny paint.  We walked and it was silent.  I couldn't tell exactly what direction we were taking but it seemed as if Jem &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allegedly &lt;/span&gt;knew where we were.  Suddenly Jem stopped and I stopped.  He told me that he had heard footsteps.  We  agreed that it was probably Cecil and we were going to either try to scare him or yell out things about him.  Jem had a look of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apprehension&lt;/span&gt; on his face.  We walked some more and I heard it.  I stopped and yelled Cecil is a big wet hen!  No reply.  I was scared now but Jem was always aware and I felt safe with him just like I felt with Atticus.   Soon we reached the road.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We heard loud footsteps.  Quick taps against the ground.  Jem yells to run.  I try and try but I lose balance and fall.  The footsteps got louder and I heard a loud cling like swords hitting each other.  At this point I knew it was real.  The Mesh was falling apart.  I heard Jem huffing and puffing and I could smell whiskey.  There were loud screeches from what sounded like an old man and Jem.  I was scared but everything was blurry.  I felt like I was looking through a telescope.  I was narrow visioned.  Everything was blurry.  I saw movement in the shadows.  I than heard Jem yelp and than it went silent.  Footsteps towards me.  I felt rough hands constrict me.  The arms slowly applied pressure.  Suddenly there was a jerk.  the strangling stopped.  The next thing that I knew there was a person holding Jem and was stumbling towards the house.  I made it to the house and Aunt Alexandra took the costume off of me.  She called Dr. Reynolds and Atticus called Heck Tate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought that Jem was dead but Aunt Alexandra and Dr. Raymond informed me that this was not true.  This was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; from the beginning we shouldn't have been alone in the dark coming home from school.  We were an easy target to whoever it was.  We were all Atticus had and if someone killed us and got away with it Atticus would be left with nothing.  Although it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inconvenient &lt;/span&gt;that I couldn't run away from the killer because of my costume but it was convenient because my costume saved me and I probably couldn't run as fast as this man.  I wouldn't say that it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;improbabl&lt;/span&gt;e or probably for this to happen.  Who ever it was, they weren't trying to just kill us it was part of getting at Atticus because no one in the right mind would kill a child for something that wasn't a big deal.&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/6184359660598469753-2368144310926487632?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/2368144310926487632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=2368144310926487632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2368144310926487632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2368144310926487632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-kill-mocking-bird-9-scouts.html' title='To kill a mocking bird #9 Scout&apos;s prespective'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-6001143593906477739</id><published>2009-06-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:00:23.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill a mocking bird #8 prespective of Jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our father was calm.  He always was.  Even in troublesome situations like this one.  I was worried for myself but mostly Atticus.  Because of that Bob Ewell.  I hate that man.  I want him to put himself in Tom's shoes.  All Bob Ewell is , is trash.  He is a drunk and a racist.  He doesn't have morals.  He is trying to blame a man for something that he didn't do and try to get him killed for it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atticus said that he had to get his anger out on something and that if he saved all of his children from getting an extra beating that he was fine with it.  Bob Ewell had spit in Atticus' face and than threatened to kill him.  I love Atticus and if he wanted to kill him he would have to get through me.  I didn't really mean that I would put up a fight but Bob Ewell wouldn't get to our Atticus if I was involved.  Aunty and I were worried although Atticus was calm and peaceful.  We didn't understand how he could be so calm even if he thought that he was done.  One false move and Atticus could die.  I know that sadly Atticus wouldn't even fight Bob Ewell because Atticus is an old man and he likes to settle things with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt that I was just like Atticus.  I was growing up to be him.  I use my words, I don't fight, most of the time I am calm and I am smart.  I wanted daddy to get a gun.  After all he is the deadliest shot in Maycomb.  It's to bad that Atticus wouldn't just go on and shoot Bob Ewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tom Robinson was in a prison.  Atticus told me that he would be put in an electric chair if he wasn't excused from it.  Atticus told me that he had a fair chance of it but I wasn't sure.  I had analyzed the case a lot and I put a lot of thinking into the outcome and when I think legitamently, I realize that Tom will die.  I hate thinking about this but I have to state the facts.  Why is rape the capital defense anyways? Shouldn't it be murder?  I know it's horrible but im sure most people would rather be raped than killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A little bit later I heard Scout talking to Atticus about rape.  Atticus told Scout that Walter Cunningham tried to acquit Tom Robinson.  Scout is so happy she wants to invite Walter Cunningham over.  Aunt Alexandra tells scout that the Cunninghams are trash.&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/6184359660598469753-6001143593906477739?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/6001143593906477739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=6001143593906477739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6001143593906477739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6001143593906477739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-kill-mocking-bird-8-prespective-of.html' title='To Kill a mocking bird #8 prespective of Jem'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-2483805440959439612</id><published>2009-05-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:17:12.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 7 To Kill a mocking bird Dills prespective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There he was.  Mr Dolphus Raymond.  I had heard many things about him and how he lives from Jem and Scout.  Not necessarily bad in my opinion but slightly weird.  He was with a black woman.  This was unheard of.  He is the father of many mixed children.  I hear that they don't fit in anywhere.  Not with the blacks because they are half white and not with the whites because they are half black.  I felt bad for these kids because they didn't fit in.  Mr. Raymond supposedly is very rich and treats the kids very nicely.  he also lives in the black neighborhood and owns a lot of land.  Rumor has it this old Dolphus Raymond is a total drunky.  Everyone says that he keeps Whiskey in a brown lunch bag.  Suddenly I was called over.  I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ondescended&lt;/span&gt; because I was afraid of him and the stories about his wife and him.  I went anyways.  He told me to take a drink from his bag.  I took a sip and smiled.  It was coca cola!  All this time I thought it was whiskey.  Butt I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oblivious&lt;/span&gt; to the reasoning of this.  Everyone in town thought he was a drunky but he really wasn't.  I asked him why he gave himself a bad name.  He explained to me something very interesting.  He told me that he wasn't much of a drinker.  He also said that he liked living with black folks.  Said that no one would have understood him if he just said that he liked it so he pretends that he is under the influence of alchahol so that people believe that thats not really what he wants but that is what the whiskey is making him do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was so sad from the way that Mr. Gilmer treated Tom Robinson.  So  he cheered me up by saying that when he was to grow up he would understand it better.  Mr Dolphus Raymond is  a good person who only means well.  He just tries to deceive people by acting like he is a drunky so he can excuse his like for negroes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He told Scout that her father was a good person.  Said that she was to young to understand it but once she looked around the court room she could realize it.  Scout was quickly reminded that she was missing the case.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We both walked in as Atticus was talking to the jury.  This was important and I knew not to bother anyone.  Atticus was telling the jury about how the Ewells didn't have any physical or medical evidence  that Tom Robinson did anything leaving the accusation wrong.  Atticus told the court that the prosecutor didn't have any whiteness other than the tow testimonies.  Atticus also said that Mayella broke a social norm.  She tempted a black person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atticus said that Bob Ewell was Left handed and must have beet up Mayella because her right eye was hurt.  Tom Robinson couldn't hit with his left arm because of the cotton machine incident.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atticus made a very good point.  All men were made equal in court.  The jury had to remember it was two white people versus a black person and that it was unfair if the jury was thinking as if he is unequal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just as Atticus finished up Calpurnia came into the room.  I knew we were in trouble.  She handed Atticus a letter.  Probably from Aunt Alexandra.  Atticus took a look around the room and announced that his children had gone missing.  Than someone said that they had been up with reverend Sykes for some time.  I, Scout and Jem went down to talk to Atticus.  We begged him to see the final verdict.  Atticus told us to go home and eat slowly because we weren't going to miss anything.  We came back a while later.  The Jury was still making a decision.  They came out.  Ultimately Tom Robinson was found guilty.  My heart dropped.  As Atticus left the courthouse the negroes all stood up and we stood up also.  I wish I had a dad like Atticus who was cool and deffended people who needed it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-2483805440959439612?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/2483805440959439612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=2483805440959439612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2483805440959439612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2483805440959439612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-7-to-kill-mocking-bird-dills.html' title='Journal # 7 To Kill a mocking bird Dills prespective'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-3908600683591324365</id><published>2009-05-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:21:03.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #6 Nararated by Bob Ewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;November 21 last year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was out in the forest.  It was dark out.  wright round sunset.  I be holdin manys kindlin for the fire back at are house.  I got back and I was walkin to the front door I looked through the window ta see my daughter kissin a nigger.  And It was Tom Robinson. Everything got dark.  I saw myself beating my daughter Mayella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ahh" I screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I sat up.  It was a dream.  Today was the trial and I was ina horrible mood.  Mayella, my daughter knew what the fake story was.  Tom Robinson raped her after she asked him to cut something up for her.  There were no flaws in or plan.  We could lie through the whole case.  The odds were gainst Atticus and his nigger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hated Atticus. him and his snotty lil chillrin. They be actin like dey know everything cause he reads dem books all day.  Dey don know nuthin bout livin like we do.  I got me a sandwich out of da dumbster and a thing of wiskey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mayella came in da kitchen.  We didn't talk at all.  We both knew that today was the day. We were gon get Tom Robinson lynched.  Those Damn Niggers are always botherin us white folks. I hate em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mayella and mes walked to them there court house and waited for the trial to start.  i was called up to the stand.  Atticus asked me to explain the whole story. So I told him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One day I was bringin some kindlin home from the woods.  I heard my Mayella yelllin so I dropped me kindlin and ran to the house. When I got there it was round sunset and Tom Robinson took off runnin. Mayella was okay and I went to go fetch Officer.  Mayella was on the floor and she was beat up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Than Atticus was askin me some dumb questions like.  Can you read and write?  He asked me to wright my name on one of them papers.  So I wrote.  I used my left hand and he asked me if I was left handed.  I told em just cause I was left handed dont mean nothin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atticus kept on askin me the same der questions over and over.  did you go get a doctor? was she hurt, did she need medical attention.  He than asked me what side the bruise there was on told him it was her right eye but den I realized it was her left.  Atticus was onta somethin but i didnt know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Den Mayella was called up to the stand. I didn't listen cause I wasn't interested.  Than Atticus asked a question that caught my ear.  Has your father ever hit you.  Mayella paused and looked at me.  I made no facial expression.  she knew she would get it later if she answered wrongly.  This could give Atticus the whole case.  I had figured out that he was accusing me of beating her up.  He was onto me and it wasn't good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mayella kept on cryin up there. Just like I tol her ta do.  Atticus called up Tom Robinson.  I knew that the real story would be comin but who in Maycomb would believe a nigger.  Tom Robinson came up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"He said it like this.  I was waling by the Ewell's house and Mayella asked me to fix a door hinge.  So I went in to the front yard.  I opened the door repeatedly.  Nothing was wrong.  Than she told me that she wanted something inside.  She wanted me to get on a chair and get something from the top of the shelf.  So I did.  Than she grabbed me.  But it was more like a hug.  Than she kissed me." Tom Robinson told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was bracing myself.  I looked around and it seemed like nobody had formulated an opinion so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom Robinson Continued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Than he said that he tried to get out of the house as Mayella was asking for him to kiss him.  than Mayellas father Bob Ewell looked in and called her a nasty name.  I ran out as soon as I got the chance." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The questioning went on.  Someone in the stands stood up and said that he had had Tom Robinson working for him for 10 years and he never had a problem.  I had just realized something.  Tom Robinsons left arm was short and useless.  That mean that bruise on Mayellas left eye would be a problem.  How would he be able to rape her.  Oh no I thought to myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atticus was done and we took a ten minute break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6184359660598469753-3908600683591324365?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3908600683591324365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3908600683591324365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3908600683591324365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3908600683591324365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-6-nararated-by-bob-ewell.html' title='Journal #6 Nararated by Bob Ewell'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-6114787697452473949</id><published>2009-05-19T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:10:10.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #5 in the perspective of Jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Chapter 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It seemed like since Atticus started gettin real busy with his cases, when we would go round town, therd' be alota commotions and wisperin goin on behind our backs.  All I knew was that Atticus's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;defendant&lt;/span&gt; is a Negro.  I also knew that Scout was gettin a lot of trouble about it at school so maybe the same ol thing was happinin in town.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was eavesdropping on Scout and Atticus's conversation.  Scout asked what "rape," was.  I learned this word because Scout also asked Calpurnia but she told er to go n' ask Atticus.  He told her what it was but I could tell she didn't understand a word o' it.  Neither did I but I knew it had somethin to do with a girl.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Aunty Alexandra came to town.  I don't like her.  She comes in our house and just starts bossing us around and telling us that we aren’t like real gentlemen and ladies.  Atticus has changed since Aunty got here.  He made Scout cry for the first time in a while.  Atticus is startin ta get nit picky with whatever we do.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            It seems as though Aunt Alexandra was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oblivious&lt;/span&gt; of any kind of lifestyle we had before.  &lt;/span&gt;Aunty fits in real well with everyone else in town though.  The townspeople welcomed her but I don know why.  She yells at us for every little thing that we do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Tonight I was telling Scout to stop antagonizing Aunt Alexandra.  I knew she didn’t like getting bossed around but it was partly for her own good.  I was just trying to look out for her.  She started punching me in the stomach and the face so I smacked her.  She got back up and before I knew it Atticus was pushing us apart.  I turned off the lights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;"Night Scout," I said, trying to flip a new leaf.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;" Good night Jem," she said back.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A minute later Scout called me into her room to look for a rattlesnake under her bed.  I used a broom and was sweeping under the bed.  I hit something.  It definitely wasn't a little animal.  It was a person.  I was about to yell for Atticus when I heard Dill's soft voice come out from under the bed.  Dill &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emerged&lt;/span&gt;.  I wasn't sure about how he got here or why he was under Scout's bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was excited to see him.  He told us that he wasn't getting enough love from his parents so he ran away.  He also said that his mom had remarried another man who wouldn't let him go over the summer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;He looked hungry so Scout went and got Dill some leftovers from the kitchen.  Dill ate it all up in a heartbeat.  Dill said he hadn’t eaten for a whole day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I had to do it.  Atticus trusted me and I knew that Atticus would be okay and eh wouldn't freak out.  I called for Atticus to come up stairs.  Atticus was always so calm that even some of the most surprising and weird things wouldn't faze him. Atticus came upstairs to find Scout and Dill talking together and me, in the corner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scout gave me a dirty look but I knew that I had to do it.  At least it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dispelled&lt;/span&gt; all of the guilty feelings that I had about Dill hiding in our house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Atticus didn’t mind at all he just wanted Dill to tell Aunt Rachel that he was visiting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  Atticus than just continued on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amiably&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dill slept in my bead that night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked a little and than he slipped out of bead and told me that he was going to go talk to Scout.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-6114787697452473949?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/6114787697452473949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=6114787697452473949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6114787697452473949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6114787697452473949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-5-in-perspective-of-jem.html' title='Journal #5 in the perspective of Jem'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-5244017021084866161</id><published>2009-05-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:00:50.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 4  narrated as Calpurnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chapter 10 &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Jem and Scout were outside playing with there air rifles when suddenly I hear Jem quickly open the door and slam it.  I was in the kitchen cleaning and Jem ran in.  Jem told me that old Tim Johnson was injured and walking like a mad dog on the streets.  Tim Johnson was Maycomb's pet but according to Jem he had gone mad.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“Honey, I can’t come outside right now I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;preoccupied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;with the dishes,” I said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“Please Calpurnia, Tim Johnson has gone mad and he is injured,” Jem exclaimed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“Alright, I’ll be out in a sec,” I said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Scout was right by Jem’s scout the whole time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jem is luck to have a sister that he truly loves and does everything with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also she is always there for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Jem and Scout ran outside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time I had got there Jem and Scout were already staring at Tim Johnson.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I couldn’t see any dog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“We are in great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;Peril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; Cal!” Jem exclaimed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“I don’t see no dog Jem,” I said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Jem pointed to a wolf looking dog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sure was Tim Johnson.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he had gone mad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rushed the children inside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I closed the door and ran to the phone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called Atticus as soon as I could and told him to get back to the house because Tim Johnson lost his mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Than I told everyone on the neighborhood that was going on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon the whole neighbor hood knew what was going on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone had their doors shut tight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Soon Enough Atticus came to the block just in time as Tim Johnson was walking through our part of the block.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Sheriff pulled out his gun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was looking through the blinds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After looking at the dog he gave the gun to Atticus who quickly rested it on his shoulder aimed, I turned away And shot the dog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;This was a good thing for the kids to realize how cool their father was since they thought he was boring and that he was only a bad checker player.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon I heard the door open.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jem and Scout ran out the door to Scout.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Atticus and shot the dog in the head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I looked at Atticus face as he turned around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked like he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;contradicted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; what he had just done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Chapter 11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Jem and Scout came home from town.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jem was very angry and Scout looked like she had just been crying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s wrong Scout.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scout walked over to me and whispered in my ear what Jem had done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“What? Why would you do that to ms. Dubose’s property? And why did you do that to Scout’s Baton?” I asked rhetorically.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“I just lost my temp-”Jem said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“Get out of this house now!” I exclaimed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Later that day I over heard Atticus come in with a broken baton and a white flower bud.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Atticus almost never raised his voice to the children and always confronted the children in a nice way even if they did something bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I liked this about Atticus and I would hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;acquire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; that skill in the future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Atticus did however give Jem a great punishment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would have to go read to Ms. Dubose for two hours each day for a month.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scout being the good sister that she was volunteered to go with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scout told me that she was worried that something would happen to Jem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;While they were gone so much I had a lot of time to think.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed as though Jem and Scout had lost interest in Boo Radley and had stopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia Bold&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;antagonizing him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Chapter 12&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“Cal?” asked Scout.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“yeah Scout?” I answered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;“ Why is Jem being so difficult?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used to be such good friends.” She asked in a low tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I explained to her that it was part of Jem growing up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could feel that Scout and I were becoming friends and growing closer together all of a sudden.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t just stop getting her in trouble so that she will like me but if I can just maybe tone it down that she will be easier to deal with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I decided that I was going to take Jem and Scout to my church. When we got there, since everyone was black, everyone gave nice gestures to Jem and Scout.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was because Tom Robinson who was Atticus’s client.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was giving nice greetings till Lu Lu came up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked seven feet tall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What you be bringin lil white chillren in her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This isa nigga church,” she said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;We went back and forth but I could see that the children were confused by the way I was talking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The church was embarrassed so the church members cut off the conversation by just walking in front of Lu Lu.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Other than that everyone was very welcoming to the kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;We listened to the service.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Scout and Jem were wondering why we didn’t have books.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did we not have enough money but we couldn’t read so it would just be a waste.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s why we have one person say the prayer and than everyone says it after them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Scout later asked my why I was talking bad if she knew better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best example that I could come up with was that it would be like talking how I had talked at your house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would just be incorrect.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also I told them that people don’t like it when there are smart people around them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Acquire: To receive, get or obtain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Antagonize: To torment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Contradicted: To disagree&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;Preoccupied: To be busy with something else&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-5244017021084866161?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5244017021084866161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5244017021084866161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5244017021084866161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5244017021084866161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-4-narrated-as-calpurnia.html' title='Journal # 4  narrated as Calpurnia'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-6279065757309190097</id><published>2009-05-11T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:59:15.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 8 and 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" Scout, Scout, wake up now," I said.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"huh? what?" asked Scout as she sleepily woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" here just put this robe on and lets walk outside," I told Scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Scout, Jem and I went outside to see what all the commotion was.  Ms. Maudie's house was burning to the ground.  The Neighbors were doing the best they could but that wasn't enough.  Ms. Maudie was a very nice lady.  She would always talk to Jem and Scout.  It was a tragedy that it happened to her out of all people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I could see that Scout and Jem wanted to do something about it in return for the kindness that Ms. Maudie brought to them but they couldn't.  Scout and Jem just stood there in the cold.  I looked over at Scout and she was very cold so I put my coat on her.  A little bit later I saw someone come up right behind Scout.  it was Boo Radley.  At first I was going to do something about his approach but than I saw that he was holding a blanket to put on Scout.  I thought it was Boo Radley who was lighting the houses on fire but my thoughts changed when he did this.  I looked over and I could see a fire truck being pushed my many men.  I knew that it wouldn't get to the burning house in time to save anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank God that Ms. Maudie came out alright.  Soon the fire truck that was being pushed made it.  They turned out the fire hydrant and started trying to put out the fire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The other day  I was talking to Scout about how kids were treating her at school.  She said that there was one kid who would tease Scout about her father defending a nigger.  She said that a boy tormented her in front of a lot of people that I was defending a nigger.  At first I was shocked that such little kid had the potential of digging into their deepest sources to rip out information that they could use against a child that they didn't like.  But I knew that now I would have to explain to Scout about my client.  I explained to Scout that there would be a lot of talk around town about me defending a negro.  I told her that even though I though we were going to lose I had this feeling that told me that the right thing to do was represent the man.  I felt that if I was in the position where I would most likely be killed for something I didn't do, that I would want someone to help me out.  This case was very important to me because I knew that if I didn't take the case than no one would.  I knew that at some point Scout would hit her high point and engage in fighting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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/6184359660598469753-6279065757309190097?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/6279065757309190097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=6279065757309190097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6279065757309190097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6279065757309190097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-8-and-8.html' title='chapter 8 and 9'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-2547602163107994513</id><published>2009-05-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:43:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1 To Kill a Mocking Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hi, I'm Dill.  I just moved into my Aunt Rachel's house for the summer.  I met these two really nice kids named Jem and Scout.  Jem is 10 and Scout is 6.  Their father is a lawyer and his name is Atticus.  Atticus is a real nice guy but he is kind of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ntimidating&lt;/span&gt;.  Scout is very smart. Probably one of the smartest in her class. I don't have a dad but I don't like to talk about that. I quickly became friends with Scout and Jem.  We always play around and reinact things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was the one who gave the idea to Scout and Finch to lure Boo Radley out of his house.Boo Radley was introduced to me by Jem and Scout.  From what they were saying he was a scary &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malevolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; killer.  This interested me a lot.  Everyone calls him the Phantom of Maycomb but I want to see what he actually looks like and if the rumors are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I met Jem he and I had a friendly argument.  It started off my me saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Hey yourself," replied Jem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I told him my real name which was Charles Bakers Harris and that I could read.  I didn't want to question Jem's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pronouncements&lt;/span&gt; because I was trying to make friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scout snapped back at me "So what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This made me feel bad but I couldn't let it get to me because I know that first impressions are important.  I felt like saying something mean back but I had to be careful.   I didn't know there background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just letting you know that I can read," trying to to come off snotty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jem insulted me by saying that I was 4 1/2 but I didn't let it get to me.  Instead I replied with my actual age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" go n' on 7"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He told me I was very small for my age but I told him that I was little but old.  This didn't offend me to much because I thought that if people didn't know how old I was and they did know that I could read than they would be impressed with  my abilities.  Jem than cheered up the conversation by irking me to come over.  I had no other choice than to join them.  Our little talk went on back and forth.  It was basically a little introduction to each other.  I was from Meridian, Mississippi but My family originally was from Maycomb.  I told Jem and Scout and about the picture shows(movies) that I had seen.  They didn't have picture shows here in Maycomb except some Jesus ones in the court room.  I explained them to Jem and Scout and they were fasicnated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intimidating: To be scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malevlent: To have bad will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronouncement: How one talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-2547602163107994513?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/2547602163107994513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=2547602163107994513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2547602163107994513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2547602163107994513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-1-to-kill-mocking-bird.html' title='Journal #1 To Kill a Mocking Bird'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-5516927838757177812</id><published>2009-05-05T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:54:12.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #2 4-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The door opened.  Scout scurried in through the door like something was chasing her.  while I was trying to figure out what she was running from I noticed that scout was chewing a hug piece of gum in her mouth.  Scout means well but she often comes off rude or obnoxious.  She was making a lot of noise with her mouth but I decided to ignore it for as long as I could.&lt;div&gt;"Scout, why were you running like you were being chased?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, you see, I was walking home from school and I saw a piece of tin foil in the tree in the Radley home.  And I leaned over and grabbed it and it was chewing gum! So I ate it!" she explained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What? Scout you are never supposed to go or touch Boo Radley house.  Doncha know he will kill you! "  I exclaimed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn't know anything about the Boo Radley house that was an actual fact but I have heard rumors about it, bad rumors.  Even if Boo Radley never killed anyone or wouldn't ever  kill anyone he still was mysterious and I didn't want my little sister to mess around inside the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Scout, please spit it out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" but Jem, its really good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now, before I tell Culpurnia on me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I knew this would work because Culpurnia yelled at scout the other day for making fun of how the Cumington boy ate.  Scout spit out her gum and continued on.  It seemed as though Scout wasn't very happy during the year and somewhat bored most of the time.  I could tell from the facial expression on her face and her body language.  I think it was the new program in school.  She is ahead of everyone in her class and she is probably bored from listening to her classmates try to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Summer soon came and and scout and I were definitely ready for summer.  The first thig that we did and that we do every summer is roll each other around in the insides of tires.  We were having fun until I rolled scout in from of the Radley stems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on Scout! Lets get out of here"I yelled as Scout was laying right in front of the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Scout got up and she quickly got out from in front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jem, I have a new game," said Scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well what is it than'" I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" It is going to be called "Boo Radley," Scout said in a scary voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At first I thought this wouldn't be good considering that she had the courage to take something out of the tree of Boo Radley's house.  I did want to hear the idea for Scouts new game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, so we are going to act as the Radley family," Scout said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought this idea was silly but I couldnt hurt scouts feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sure," I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the summer went on and on our game became modified and complicated as we acted out the Radley home or at least how we though the Boo Radley home operated in the inside.  One day we were playing and Atticus came out.  We stopped out game and stood suspiciously. Atticus asked us if our game had anything to do with the Radley.  I told him that it didn't.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From than on I felt some resistance from Scout when I wanted to play the game.  Scout was probably scared that Atticus would get mad at them but there seemed to be something else on her mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the summer went on Dill and I became good friends and we continued the Boo Radley game.  Scout spent most of her time talking to the widow next door named Ms. Atkinson.  I had no clue what they were talking about but it seemed like the more she talked to her the more she didn't want to play the Boo Radley game.  It came to me though that since Dill and I had become such good friends that Scout might have felt left out from the planning that Dill and I did.  Dill and I were very curious of what Boo Radley looked like and if he was even alive. So we got a note and asked if he would like to get ice cream.  Dill and I attached it to a fishing poll and was going to attach it to his house Dill and I held the fishing poll and we were about to attach it and than Atticus came out.  Atticus got angry at us and told us not to bother Radley by playing the Boo Radley games or trying to attach notes to his house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &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/6184359660598469753-5516927838757177812?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5516927838757177812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5516927838757177812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5516927838757177812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5516927838757177812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-2-4-7.html' title='Journal #2 4-7'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-5000924942745201677</id><published>2009-04-22T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:40:04.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Project Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Immigration Project Reflection&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I had a great time reading this book because it really interested me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a true story for most parts of the book which I didn’t like as much as the scenes where Maxine Kingston is training to become a woman warrior.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad that I chose this book because I always wondered how Chinese got to America.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned a lot about the Chinese culture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example the discrimination against girls in the Chinese community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Chinese would put down girls all the time for not being able to be good at anything which isn’t true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned this because in the book the parents never really paid attention to Maxine Kingston (main character).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also learned about the focus in education in the Chinese community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;If I were to add something to the literature circle process it would be the meetings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that meetings are a good time to discuss the book with other people. Also it is a great time to listen and share opinions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that blogs are just like reading it by yourself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was good that we had responses though because it was a way of getting peoples opinion in some ways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that it would be better if we were able to have the posts due later in the night. This would be good because it is hard for some of us to get it done because we have extra curricular activities.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes we could do it later in the night, but it doesn’t work with our reading schedule.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also think that if you extended the due date than we would have better quality work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I got a lot of my group member’s opinions by reading their blogs but it wasn’t as fun as just talking with the person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to really focus on what they had to say because we had to right a response on it after words.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I think that the lit circle meetings with the vocab and character analysis were a little much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed as though people weren’t focusing on the book but on what they had to do for the lit circle meetings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problems with the blogs were that they were all located on various dates so I think it would help if we could pick two specific dates in the week that were good for blog dates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I think what we could do is keep the literature circle meetings and the blogs but we shouldn’t have anything due for the literature circle meeting and we could just talk about the book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There were a few options that we could pick for our&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;painting signifying our book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided that the book cover had to include words which I didn’t want to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The the interpretation of the novel had more force on symbolism so I picked a specific scene that struck me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I chose this because I could incorporate some symbolism into my artwork and still just have some important parts of the book in my painting without having to describe symbolism.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My painting could be considered a interpretation of a novel because I have a lot of symbolism in it but there are some parts of my painting where the title “interpretation of novel,” wouldn’t work out so well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I think that the book that I read and my painting closely resemble each other because if someone were to read the book and than look at my painting they would easily remember some specific and symbolic moments from the literature.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a lot of scenes that are intertwined with symbolism.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example the bunny of fire is a scene in the book but it also represents a metaphor in the book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Some of the images in my painting are just random things from the book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example the 13 beads that Maxine got in her fantasy life for every year she trained with an old couple to become a woman warrior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I tried my best on my painting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I incorporated as many important and representative scenes in my painting as I could.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also felt like it was a good painting for me because usually I don’t put my full effort into art pieces if I am forced to do them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like creating things myself and painting them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It usually turns out not as good as it would if I had passion for what I was doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must say I didn’t have many feelings when making this painting because I couldn’t see myself in Maxine at all so I was just painting what scenes I remembered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I had to enhance the quality of my art piece I probably would have taken out the beads and ghost and put in some things that were more important to the book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that if I were to do it again I would have painted the lighter colors and than paint the black background so it would look crisp.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I good thing that I did with my painting was that I was the first one to start so it was easy to make mine look good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few minor changes that I would have made would to make the orange in the fire yellow and to make the red in the fire, orange.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also would change the eyes on the ghost.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would take the red off my swords.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I was brainstorming all the scenes I wanted to do, I was thinking a lot about metaphors and symbolism and I found parts of the book that&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;could relate to a small portion of the book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The interview portion of this project was my favorite because my interview went smoothly and I met a nice guy who was very friendly and cooperative.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved how I got to organize everything and it made me feel like an adult because I was talking and scheduling with them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really enjoyed interviewing multiple times because it was good in several ways; it gave us time to think about the next interview, we became friends with our interview partner and we were able to talk to someone in all kinds of different strategies using the modern-day technology.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could see how this would be hard for someone who is really busy and doesn’t want to commit to you but since the person I interviewed was very friendly and flexible it was a easy process.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the email interview I send questions to my person and he answered them in an easy format with complete sentences, proper grammar and colorful writing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was on the phone with my interviewee I was able to ask him a lot of questions with follow-ups and he answered them exactly how I said; slowly and clearly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The in-person interview was originally going to be at starbucks but we agreed that it would work better at my dad’s office because he worked there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He and I were able to get personal and talk about things that we couldn’t exactly express through an email or over the phone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to read his feelings through are facial expression, body language and hand gestures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked about girls to the problems in the Middle East and my interviewee didn’t hold back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point we got in a great conversation about the problems in Lebanon and the middle east in general where I really got to pay attention to what my person was saying without having to write it all down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that was one of the things that wasn’t good about the in-person interview was that you had to be writing what he was saying which wasn’t polite at times because we should have been making eye contact not facing down towards your piece of paper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the email interview I learned the basics about Lebanon which were the religions (Muslim, Judaism, Christianity) , languages (Farsi, Hebrew, English).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the over the phone interview I learned about his experience coming to America which was good and he said he was treated nicely despite his appearance and accent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the in person interview I learned about his place on the problems in the Middle East.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically he has given up all hope on the resolution of the problems.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think that hearing about my interviewee’s life back in Lebanon helped me understand how different cultures can be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also learned how it could be rough and nice for some people who come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example my interviewee has to stay employed to stay in the country but he found friends and started a new life for himself from scratch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t given my interviewee his present yet but I really think that I did a good job when I painted the product that I will eventually be giving to him in person at my dad’s office&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-5000924942745201677?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5000924942745201677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5000924942745201677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5000924942745201677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5000924942745201677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/04/immigration-project-reflection.html' title='Immigration Project Reflection'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-9170156975912783425</id><published>2009-03-09T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:06:02.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final post Woman Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quote:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fresh-off-the-Boat's, as the Chinese-American kids at school called the young immigrants." Fresh-off-the-Boat's, as the Chinese-American kids at school called the young immigrants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response&lt;/span&gt;:  I wanted to do this quote also.  It was Ben's. I wanted to do this one because I have a good connection to this.   thought it was funny how they were doing this because this kind of thing happens everywhere.  Mostly, it comes from comedians who usually make fun of their own race by using stereo types and things like that.  Sometimes this kind of joking around can be really funny but when it is over emphasized people think they can say racist things to people which isn't okay.  My theory is that if you are a certain race/ethnicity/religion you can make fun of that and that only. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Connection&lt;/span&gt;:  A connection that I have with this is that a lot of the time, at this school and others, people often make jokes about stereo types.  In my opinion Stereo types can be good and bad.  For example the stereo type is that chinese people can do math.  I believe this is a good stereo type because it is positive.  But there is also a down side to this theory. I also believe that judging someone in any way is wrong weather it is how you look, talk,walk etc.  Also I think that stereo types can lead to big things like the holocaust.  I am sure that the holocaust started with little Jew jokes that expanded and than people started believing that Jews were responsible for all the problems in Germany.  Than from there it was easy, Hitler, a powerful dictator, could get everyone to blame the Jews while Germany was having problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:  &lt;/span&gt;Do you ever stereo type yourself? other people? why or why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt; There was dating and dances, but not for good Chinese girls.  "you out to develop yourself socially as well as mentally," the American teachers, who took me aside, said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Response:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I think that the teachers, for some reason, are trying to urge the Chinese girls to socialize more instead of studying a lot.  I think this is half good advice and half bad advice.  I think this is bad advice because the teachers don't understand their cultural background which is focused on education and not always socialization.  I think this is good advice because you have to have social skills to get anywhere in life it doesn't always just come from education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt; What do you think is more important? personality or education?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;What is higher priority to you? Socialization or education?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-9170156975912783425?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/9170156975912783425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=9170156975912783425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/9170156975912783425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/9170156975912783425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-post-woman-warrior.html' title='Final post Woman Warrior'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-6578347428873858773</id><published>2009-03-01T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:13:35.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote 1:  "I had worked the soil, which is its flesh, and harvested the listen to its voice in the thunder and feel is threatening in lighting." pg. 29 1rst paragraph&lt;div&gt;Response: I really like the metaphor in this quote.  I just noticed this from a long time ago.  In my life I always try to see things as a metaphor.  It always helps me understand things.  In this quote it was talking about when the main character was training to be a warrior and she was taught that the earth was in resemblance to a dragon.  and how the soil was the skin, the trees were its hair, its voice was thunder and so on.  It is always hard to understand how the world works so comparing animals to how the earth is is a useful strategy to widen you mind about this huge concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connection:  For me I always use metaphors to help me understand things for example: When a friend gets mad at me I think of it as a caterpillar.  When they are friendly and nice they are a caterpillar but when they are in the cacoon its just a stage that they are mad at me. Than they turn into a butterfly and we are better friends than we were before because we endured so much together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote 2:  "If it tastes good, its bad for you,  if it tastes good its bad for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pg. 92 4rth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respnse:  This kind of shows how the mother is crazy because they are talking about brains of a monkey and how its bad so its good for you.  I don't understand why the mother is so crazy in this book.  She is a complete ghost hunter and she acts like a witch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connection:  my mini connection to this is is that I don't eat vegetables and I think that they are disgusting though they are good for people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6184359660598469753-6578347428873858773?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/6578347428873858773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=6578347428873858773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6578347428873858773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6578347428873858773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-1-i-had-worked-soil-which-is-its.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-3498421372603835040</id><published>2009-02-24T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:35:05.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman warrior post #3</title><content type='html'>Quote: "I do not give in," she said.  "There is no pain you can inflict that I cannot endure.  You're wrong if you think Im afraid of you.  Your no mystery to me. I've heard you sitting ghosts before, Yes, people have lived to tell about you , You kill babies you cowards. &lt;div&gt; Said my the mother in the middle of pg. 70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot tell weather the main character is dreaming or not but basically her mom has gotten really full of herself.  She has made herself one of the smartest kids in her medical school class.  She is now kind of known as the town star.  It sounds like the Mom has gotten crazy also.  I don't understand what is going on with the ghosts.  They say that the ghost is eating babies.  I think that anybody who believes in something that eats babies then they are crazy but thats just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question:  If your mom moved to a new country got a good job, and became slightly crazy.  what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote:  professional women have the right to use their maiden name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that the book said that because the the Chinese culture the women is not as honorable as the man.  I think the reason for the maiden name is because whenever a women is a professional at something they should get some privileges and maybe her maiden name is honorable in the chinese culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question:  Is your middle name honorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would you use it when you are a professional at something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-3498421372603835040?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3498421372603835040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3498421372603835040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3498421372603835040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3498421372603835040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-warrior-post-3.html' title='Woman warrior post #3'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-4795693711483297310</id><published>2009-02-20T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:05:41.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote #1: "they think we are carrying these sticks for our own fire." Pg 51 paragraph&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Significance:  This shows, like Ben said, how people who immigrate to America don't always have an easy life .   The Aunt said this because they were trying to get money from people and the main character wasn't yelling that it was for sale so the people just thought that they were walking with their own wood.  This was very sad because they had to walk back and forth selling wood as their children would beg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connection: I cannot really connect with their situation.  I have never really felt the feeling that they were.  I do feel sorry for them though.  It makes me sad that people had to go through situations like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were put in that sort of situation how would you feel and what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote #2: I looked at their ink drawing of poor people snagging their neighbors flotage with long flood hooks and pushing the girl babies on down the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Significance: In the chinese culture the girl is not as important as the boys because the boys, in the asian culture, have a reputation for being smart and for being warriors which is honorable.  This was significant because i would have been very offended if I was a girl and my parents were drawing about me being sent down a river. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you saw a picture like that how would you react?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-4795693711483297310?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4795693711483297310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4795693711483297310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4795693711483297310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4795693711483297310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-1-they-think-we-arecarryingthese.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-7516959113561186300</id><published>2009-02-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:13:46.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 1: From Haven to Home&lt;br /&gt;    The purpose of the museum was to learn about Jewish culture and their move to America.  I learned a lot of things about a variety of immigrating Jews.  They mostly came from Russia, Romania and Austria-Hungary.  I also learned a lot about how they were involved in politics.  For example Martin Luther King who understood the struggle of the Jews (important because our president believes in MLK’s thoughts). I learned that the Jews were not allowed to be public with their religion.  They sent many letters to high political people like Judges and presidents to let Jews build synagogues and pray.&lt;br /&gt;    The U.S was so nice to the Jews that all kinds of other races and religions came to America for freedom and liberty.  Since the world was so intolerant of so many people the U.S. was the perfect place for people to express themselves.&lt;br /&gt;    I already knew a lot of things that she was talking about because I have studied a lot of Jewish history but we reviewed the different types of Judaism.  There is the ultra orthodox movement, which is very strict, and it follows all rules.  Than there is orthodox and they are just a tad less religious than ultra orthodox but still very religious.  Than there is the reformed movement which where you don’t have to go by all of the rules if you don’t want to.  Basically it is an eased up form of Judaism.  There are some other forms of Judaism but reformed, ultra and regular orthodox Jews are the main ones.&lt;br /&gt;    Something that was weird was that the tour lady didn’t really talk about World War II.  All it said was that many Jews and other people boycotted Nazi Germany&lt;br /&gt;    Though many Jews held onto their culture some of them wanted to inherit American culture so that they fit in.  A form of Jews holding onto religion and culture was that they established a Yiddish community, which is basically slang. &lt;br /&gt;    We also learned about Kosher.  Kosher is a very important thing in orthodox Jews life.  Kosher meat is worth more money because the slaughterers go to school for around seven years to train t o be able to kill an animal without hurting it.  Also they need to cut from the second rib of a cow, bull, ox etc.   All seafood is against Kosher.  Jews also cannot have any blood.&lt;br /&gt;    We also learned that Jewish people have a big focus on education and thing that the only way of getting through life is with education.  Even to this day a lot of Jews are pushed to do well in school.&lt;br /&gt;    Some famous people who are Jewish are Barbra Streisand, Sandy Koufax and Jerry Seinfeld.  Also, ironically, Jews are the ones who make most Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;    We also learned that not all of the Jews were good.  There was a Jew who was a very bad man but he founded Las Vegas. Jews also created the Red Cross of America, the sports museum in Balboa park and the courthouse of San Diego was named after the first Jewish judge.&lt;br /&gt;       I thought this was a very cool museum and experience.  Especially because I am Jewish and i like learning about my origin and history.  I plan to take my family to the museum at a later date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partt 2:&lt;br /&gt;     Quote:"America has anything we need; at least one person lives here from from every nation.  People immigrant to America because they know it is a land of freedom and a better life.  I see America as a land of opportunities."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Response:  I chose this quote because before this quote I took America for granted.  The quote showed me that I need to be lucky because a lot of people think that America is a great place.  It also showed me what people from a different place think about America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Picture: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"India Independence Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Description:The photos is taken in a crowded, Indian populated city.  There is a focus on a young Indian boy wearing a cultural head ware.  The background was blurry and showed a mother and father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Response:  This was cool because unlike some other cultures who wanted to become more American and let go of their culture, these Indians were keeping a grip on their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Essay:  My essay was about a man who mostly talked about his courage in coming to America.  I never really thought about how it would seem for an immigrant to be moving to a whole different country with a different culture and way of living.  He talked about how everything would be different but he would figure out a way to get through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7516959113561186300?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7516959113561186300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7516959113561186300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7516959113561186300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7516959113561186300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-1-from-haven-to-home-purpose-of.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-4505229319384759286</id><published>2009-02-14T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:23:34.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women warrior  P #1</title><content type='html'>Quote 1: &lt;div&gt;pg. 9 last paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Our mother said we were lucky we didn't have to have our feet bound when we were seven.  Sisters used too sit on their beds and cry together, she said as their mothers or their slaves removed the bandages for a few minutes each night and let the blood gush back into their veins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was a good example of different cultures.  The main character (name is not given yet) is an asian girl.  The asian culture is very focused on beauty.  The mother would trim the eyebrows using a line of needles that she would rip out.  This takes place early on in the book and establishes the type of culture that these people are living in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I do not have a connection to this kind of treatment.  In my opinion its slightly abuse.  I think its weird that they would hurt themselves just to look a certain way.   I have always thought that binding someone's foot was the worst possible thing but the mother was talking about it like it wasn't scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been pressured to do something "weird" because of your culture? if yes, what was it? if no, how would you react about that sort of thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pg. 1 paragraph 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"You must not tell anyone," my mother said,"what I am about to tell you.  In China your father had a sister who killed herself.  She jumped into the family well.  We say that your father has all brothers because it is as if she had never been born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another big part of asian culture is to not be a disgrace to the family.  If a child is a "disgrace" to the family than basically shunned upon the community.  For example, Mulan because she was not a boy and went to war she disgraced the family and that is what the father said to Mulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can relate to this because sometimes when one of my siblings or I do something wrong my Dad says we are embarrassing or disgracing to our family.  This is mostly used, in my opinion, because disgrace is a very powerful word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you think they started the book off like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-4505229319384759286?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4505229319384759286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4505229319384759286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4505229319384759286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4505229319384759286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/02/women-warrior-p-1.html' title='Women warrior  P #1'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-4901213016565327888</id><published>2009-02-08T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:26:03.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigrants</title><content type='html'>What is your definition of an immigrant?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My definition of an immigrant is a person who comes from another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your connection to an immigrant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are many possible ways that I am connected to immigrants.  My Jewish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ancestors&lt;/span&gt; could have come from Europe.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ancestors&lt;/span&gt; were pilgrims on the May Flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have friends or relatives who are immigrants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My nanny is a Mexican immigrant.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; has been taking care of me since i was three months old.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; goes back and forth from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tijuana&lt;/span&gt; each weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you think immigrants come to the United States?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are a lot of immigrants coming from Mexico to the United States because the pay, safety and government are better here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you see the affects on San Diego because of immigration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The affect on San Diego is that Spanish is now a important language to learn in schools and there are things like Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; and the architecture of Balboa Park.  Oh and also the name "San Diego."&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/6184359660598469753-4901213016565327888?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4901213016565327888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4901213016565327888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4901213016565327888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4901213016565327888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2009/02/immigrants.html' title='Immigrants'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1329627630177894719</id><published>2008-12-05T09:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:34:48.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Into the wild&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;By: Jon Krakauer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reviewed by: Max Gruenberg&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;    &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This book is about 20 years old Chris McCandeless who goes  out into the wild and with little food and plans to survive off the wilderness.   The story takes place in Alaska 1996.Young Chris brings rice, a gun, and a few  other materials.  This book is about friendship and trust. &lt;br /&gt;  In the  story Chris McCandeless hitchhikes around The United States and meats friends  but before that he burns his belongings, leaves his car in the middle of nowhere  and donates all his money for college to a hunger facility.  Than he starts to  live off the people and the land.  The bad thing about Chris is that once he  would befriend these kind people who would take him in and give him food, he  would just leave.  He couldn't trust anybody even though many people trusted  him.  He communicated little with his family and wanted to start his own life.   Chris also didn't tell anyone his real name he just went by Alex Super tramp.   While he was on his journey it lead him to Alaska.  Chris liked to read semi  realistic fiction novel's about being out in the wilderness.  This provoked  Chris to try to survive off the land.  Chris didn't understand that the stories  weren't real so he decided he was going to survive off the land in Alaska.  To  find out what happens to him in Alaska I'm not going to tell you, you're going  to have to find out yourself by reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;  The writer of this book  is Jon Krakauer a mountaineer and writer.  He usually writes about the outdoors  and mountain climbing.  He is an American writer from Massachusetts.  He was  born in April 12 1954 and lives currently in Seattle Washington with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;  In my opinion the book was written nicely.  It has a moderately high  vocabulary level and it is very easy to visualize the book in your head while  reading.  The book is told from a standby characters point of view meaning they  used quotes and interview to tell the story of Chris McCandeless.  It seemed  like he quoted everyone he was interviewing correctly and in order.  I thought  the book had a great plot and that it lead the reader into reading more.  This  is actually a real story that has not only been documented in a book, but also  in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;  I think that the range of people reading this book should be  13+.  I think it is sometimes hard to follow the time period of the book because  they switch around a lot.  Also it's sometimes hard to tell if there is switch  in interviews.&lt;br /&gt;  I think this is a great book that should be read by  eighth graders and up.  This book has strong morals and an interesting, leading  story line.    Into the wild by Jon Krakauer.  Reviewed by Max Gruenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This book is about 20 years old Chris McCandeless who goes out into the wild and with little food and plans to survive off the wilderness.  The story takes place in Alaska 1996.Young Chris brings rice, a gun, and a few other materials.  This book is about friendship and trust. &lt;br /&gt;  In the story Chris McCandeless hitchhikes around The United States and meats friends but before that he burns his belongings, leaves his car in the middle of nowhere and donates all his money for college to a hunger facility.  Than he starts to live off the people and the land.  The bad thing about Chris is that once he would befriend these kind people who would take him in and give him food, he would just leave.  He couldn't trust anybody even though many people trusted him.  He communicated little with his family and wanted to start his own life.  Chris also didn't tell anyone his real name he just went by Alex Super tramp.  While he was on his journey it lead him to Alaska.  Chris liked to read semi realistic fiction novel's about being out in the wilderness.  This provoked Chris to try to survive off the land.  Chris didn't understand that the stories weren't real so he decided he was going to survive off the land in Alaska.  To find out what happens to him in Alaska I'm not going to tell you, you're going to have to find out yourself by reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;  The writer of this book is Jon Krakauer a mountaineer and writer.  He usually writes about the outdoors and mountain climbing.  He is an American writer from Massachusetts.  He was born in April 12 1954 and lives currently in Seattle Washington with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;  In my opinion the book was written nicely.  It has a moderately high vocabulary level and it is very easy to visualize the book in your head while reading.  The book is told from a standby characters point of view meaning they used quotes and interview to tell the story of Chris McCandeless.  It seemed like he quoted everyone he was interviewing correctly and in order.  I thought the book had a great plot and that it lead the reader into reading more.  This is actually a real story that has not only been documented in a book, but also in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;  I think that the range of people reading this book should be 13+.  I think it is sometimes hard to follow the time period of the book because they switch around a lot.  Also it's sometimes hard to tell if there is switch in interviews.&lt;br /&gt;  I think this is a great book that should be read by eighth graders and up.  This book has strong morals and an interesting, leading story line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1329627630177894719?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1329627630177894719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1329627630177894719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1329627630177894719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1329627630177894719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-book-review.html' title='Final Book Review'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-1649142932363900988</id><published>2008-10-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:59:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chapter 11 and 12: Run Ralph run!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Im so cold Ralph.  He ignores me and so do the twins.  I can't see either.  I was just making things worse.  We had no fire and just four people left in our tribe.  It was decided that we were going to to get my glasses and talk some sense into Jack.  I am nearly blind without the glasses so that is one of the main reasons that I am going.  We are going to take the conch.  Maybe someone will listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every thing is so blurry and i have to rely on tone of the twins to help me walk.  When we got to the entrance I could see feint blurs.  I hear Ralph's conch loud and one of the blob's just calls us idiots and threw a stone at my foot.  Now a big blob came up from the jungle with a dead pig.  Ralph walks up to Jack and is told to leave.  Ralph stands up for me about the glasses.  Than he took it too far.  He called Jack a thief.  Than Jack replied by telling the hunters to take Sam and Eric's weapons and than take them away to castle rock.  I am left with no one to hold onto.  I am now crouching.  Now Ralph and Jack are fighting again.  I than hear a crack and than I see a huge brown blob fall from the mountain.  I think for a little. I am yelling and yelling over the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ululation&lt;/span&gt; of the savages.  I figure out that the thing jolting the earth was a huge rock and I get up to get out of the way but I was too late I felt a smash against my chest and than it all went black.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is this? I was dead.  That was for sure. I now have a bird's eye view of the whole island and i could tell exactly what was going on.  I looked at Ralph and Jack fighting.  I saw myself on the floor dead.  Jack hurled a spear at Ralph's chest and it went in.  This was not good although it came out.  He started to run and the hunter's threw spears at him.  He managed to dodge and run.  He than disappeared into the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ralph has been hidden.  He began to walk and came across  a pig's skull on a stick.  He took the skull and beat it till it cracked in ferocity.  He took the spear.  It was sharpened at both ends.  He than snook up on castle rock.  He saw Roger sharpen a spear at both ends.  I knew what this meant and I hope he did too.  He than sneaks up on the captured Sam and Eric.  They were both on guard duty.  He sneaked up and scared them.  They kept telling him something to leave and he was signaling that wanted them to come with me but they refused.  They gave him meat and than he left.  He ran to a thicket.  It seemed like Sam and Eric had some inside information.  I wonder if Sam and Eric are being forced to do this or have they joined Jack's clan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ralph than, seeming scared, ran towards a place on the island that i have never been or see before.  It was a great hiding spot.  This was probably where Simon would walk at night.  Ralph has been talking to himself lately.  In the morning The boys were yelling all along the island.  I looked to see and they were going to go across the island like a huge rake, like a cordon.  They had swept most of the island and now they were here.  All of a sudden Roger and Jack grabbed Sam and Eric and beat them till they said something and rite when they talked Jack and Roger lit the whole island on fire.  They wanted Ralph dead.  It became to smokey to be in the thicket.  He jumped out and charged the cordon.  He managed to break through the cordon.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He got far before the group started to follow him.  He would keep going to new hiding spots as they got closer.  I look out on the ocean and I see a ship.   If only i could have stayed alive for just one more day i would have made it.  I hope Ralph gets through.  The Ship is headed for the island.  It sees the smoke.  I have to find out if it is british or not.  I look around and finally on the bow of the ship there is a British flag.  I watch it go in and dock.  I totally remember about Ralph being in trouble and i try to find him.  This is not good.  I wait 20 more seconds.  THe ship has docked and sent out little boats to bring back whoever is on the island.  Finally Ralph pops out onto the sand rite in front of the captain.  Ralph is saved and all the other boy's come out onto the beach and are amazed at what they see.  Ralph was saved and brought back to Britain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6184359660598469753-1649142932363900988?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1649142932363900988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1649142932363900988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1649142932363900988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1649142932363900988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/10/assignment-8.html' title='assignment 8'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-8427047320862504985</id><published>2008-10-05T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:36:20.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chapter 9 and 10: Just me and animals now&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, Piggy we must go.  "Why?" Piggy exclaimed.  I am very hungry and I don't feel like having fruit.  Also, we need to be able to know what's happening.  "Yes,  you never know what Jack Merridew will do," Piggy said in a scared voice.  Piggy and I arrive at Castle Rock and everyone is already eating.  We are welcomed and everyone is having fun; yelling, screaming, dancing and acting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barmy&lt;/span&gt;.  The next thing I know, I'm having fun with them.  At the end when everyone was having fun and done with their dinner, Jack invited whoever wasn't already in his tribe to be in it.  I immediately stopped the fun.  I tried to say something but there was so much commotion. I saw what he was doing.  Right after we all had a great time he decides to strike.  Now it was just Piggy and me.  "Ralph,  I think something bad is going to happen  Let's go back before someone gets hurt," Piggy said in a frightened voice. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Later, I am dancing and singing like a savage on the outskirts of the dancing circle.  All of a sudden I hear Simon.  He is acting like an animal.  He made himself look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corpulent.&lt;/span&gt; It seems as though everyone except Piggy and I don't know it is him.  This is bad. What if they don't realize it is him? What if they think he is a beast?  I yell but even though the masks are on their face, they cover their ears.  When they have those masks on they seem impervious to the outside world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As Simon came down, the other boys started attacking him.  I yelled and yelled but no one was listening.  They were destroying him.  They seemed like packs of wolves attacking a harmless animal and I could do nothing to stop it.  Simon glanced at me in his last second of life. All of a sudden there was a roar of thunder and the boys scatter to their huts.  I give one last look at poor Simon along with Piggy and we both run back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Piggy and I know Simon is dead.  You don't need to bring back memories.  They didn't know it was him.  After all he was acting like an animal.  It's not our fault.  "I know, but I just feel bad for poor Simon," Piggy said in sorrow.  Let's just forget about this.  Sam and Eric and a few littluns appear.  It was a murder but I was glad, for he was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purged&lt;/span&gt; from this horrible island.  It was a long day.  Mostly we were trying to keep the fire going.  It was very hard and it was sunset.  We went to our huts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Huh? what is that? "I don't know," answered Piggy.  Screaming was heard in the distance.  It was getting closer and closer.  All of a sudden three boys jumped into our hut and we were fighting.  The hut broke.  Piggy went to save the conch.  Like anyone cared anyway.  It was all dark and they were gone.  Piggy's glasses were gone, too.  They were going to use the glasses to light a fire.  We didn't understand.  We could have given them fire if they wanted it. Now Simon was dead and we couldn't build another fire .&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/6184359660598469753-8427047320862504985?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8427047320862504985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8427047320862504985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8427047320862504985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8427047320862504985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/10/assignment-6.html' title='assignment #7'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-3747765282328196302</id><published>2008-09-28T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:27:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog assignment #6</title><content type='html'>chapter 8 : Fine be that way&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;huff huff there is a beast up there huff.  It was horrible and scary.  We climbed up and there it was lurching in the dark.  But Ralph ran away like a little coward.  Now everyone was gathered around us.  listening to our amazing story.  Ralph came back"I did run away but so did you".  THis was becoming a enraging conversation.  I ran away when I saw the beast.  I bet you didn't even see the beast and you were already running back to our fort.  I see Ralph weakening.  Now is the time to strike.  I could be leader finally and get this idiot out of the way.  Ok i think that since Ralph is a scardy cat.  I should replace his roll as chief.  This was unexpected I heard no cheering no whispers there was no indication that anyone wanted me as chief.  There was a pause.  Ok raise your hand if you want me to replace Ralph's roll as chief.  WHAT!! no one was raising there hands.  I don't want to play with you anymore this is no fun.  I felt like crying! these idiot want the loser as chief.  Fine i will start my own tribe.  I ran off down by the beach and into the forest.  I left big marks in the sand by pressing my foot down real hard when i stepped.  I did this so if anyone wanted to come to my tribe they could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was spying on them.  I saw everything they were doing.  It seemed as though everyone was happy as to what just happened.  All of a sudden the littleuns and my hunters ran off and scattered in the forest.  I didn't know what was happening.  Could they be hunting?  Looking for me?  Gathering wood?  Soon i saw my hunters burst out of the forest with some wood and they dropped it and started running on my tracks.   Once they got close they spotted me and no longer needed the tracks.  They were tired for they had to run so that Ralph didn't see them leave.  they say for a while and than I said that we will do fine.  You are the best hunters.  They have no one.  So in the meantime should we go hunt?  One said yes and the other shrugged.   take that as a yes.  We were in the forest and all of a sudden I heard a sucking noise.  We approached it.  I stook my head above a bush and there was a sow feeding some piglets.  I pulled back my spear and threw.  Oh no it was a horrible throw.  It only went in an inch and fell out.  By the time I had gotten my spear the hunters were on a hot pursuit with the moma pig.  I caught up and we were throwing spears they all went in but came out.  This time we didn't pick up the spears but just ran after the sow.  I jumped on but it kept running now i was ontop of the pig and i pulled out my knife and started stabbing.  The pig started to slow down and than all of a sudden it got a second wind and started sprinting again.  I quickly spotted its throat and went for the kill.  I slashed twice and the sow fell to the ground.  It was a great victory.  We pulled it back to our spot and gutted the pig.  We realized that we needed fire to cook the pig.  The hunters knew about there fire because they were part of the meeting about fire.  They told me about this fire and I decided to envade the beach and steal the fire.  We got out dead sticks and sneaked.  We finally came upon them and they had lit fires.  On your mark get set GO! We all ran towards the fire and got some on our stick.  Everyone was staring at us in shock.  I turned around and told everyone that there is going to be a feast tonight and whoever wants some can come and be apart of my tribe.  Remember we have the most fun.&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/6184359660598469753-3747765282328196302?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3747765282328196302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3747765282328196302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3747765282328196302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3747765282328196302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-assignment-6.html' title='blog assignment #6'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-7074813859267376054</id><published>2008-09-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:51:12.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment #5</title><content type='html'>Simon&lt;div&gt;chapter six: beast from water or air?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uhh what happened?  "Hurry Simon the beastie attacked us" said Samneric.  I wake up and the twins are awakening a couple more people to warn them a beastie has come from the sky in a parachute.  Everyone in the huts in front of me were awake and yawning and stretching there arms.  Some people were just getting out of there huts and others were getting spears to hunt the beastie.  It turned out that Samneric fell asleep on the job and woke up with the beastie close to them or something but they than ran down and told Ralph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ralph decided that they were going to hunt the beastie because i think he was slightly frightened himself.  The hunters had spears but I didn't.  The hunters started walking with there spears and everyone else followed because we were scared.  We left Piggy and the littluns back at the huts.  We were on a whole different side of the island that no one had bin to before.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We came up some weirdly assorted rocks that formed almost a bridge to a castle like thing. We start climbing and Jack spotted a hideout which he thought was cool.  Maybe that's where the beastie lives but it wasn't there at the moment.  I think that the beastie is some human being a sick and vile creature who wasn't friends with anybody before the crash.  I am trying to think about the plane we were on before we crash landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chapter seven:No order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ralph seems like he is not doing so well.  What could i say to cheer him up? This might be hard but I will do my best to make him happy.  I told hi  m that he will make it back.  He seemed reassured because of what he said.  He looked confuse though for a second.  I think he was confused because i told him HE would make it back not WE.  I like this island and I feel in peace here.  I want to stay but as many pro's there are about the island there is more cons.  I thought to myself about this for a while.  Jack wants to hunt.  I don't hunt but i just track them.  All of a sudden someone sees a bore and everyone goes after it throwing there spears and all.  The situation becomes wild and out of control.  Now everyone is on the beach.  Ralph is celebrating because he hit the bore with the spear.  Even though he did not kill it he was cheerful.  I felt him falling away.  Thats how Jack got to be how he is now.  Thinking of Jack where is he? Than a rumble comes from a bush and out pops Jack.  Everyone looked at him and he showed off his hand.  I looked closely and realized there was a bloody wound on his hand.  He started telling a story.  Oh not again.  He kind of tried to drag the attention from Ralph to himself.  He said that he tried to catch it while it was wounded and he almost got it but the tusk cut his skin open.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the hunters participate in a wild game where a  boy is in the middle and he is the pig and everyone pretends to kill him.  I felt that each time they played that stupid game they had less order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shortly after the game Ralph decides to wait till morning but Jack challenges Ralph and everyone else to go.  Ralph, Jack and Roger went up while we stayed down.  There was little argument but they were getting along.  This isn't good.  The three boy's see something and run down because they are afraid.  They came down and said it was a flappy ape shaped figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7074813859267376054?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7074813859267376054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7074813859267376054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7074813859267376054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7074813859267376054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/09/assignment-5.html' title='assignment #5'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-5232705747597403278</id><published>2008-09-21T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:32:09.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment #4</title><content type='html'>chapter 5: "Oh no"&lt;div&gt;3-Piggy&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           Ralph is very angry and the littluns were looking at him &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeeringly&lt;/span&gt; which I am glad I am not one of the foolish hunters or littluns who didn't follow the rules.  I always refilled the coconut shell after I got a drink.  I wasn't a hunter so I had nothing to do with the fire and I always was generous about the whole bathroom thing.  Now Ralph has a harsh tone and I don't like it.  At least it wasn't towards me.  But he could get me for not building the shelters.  I think I should do what Ralph says for now on because he is the only one protecting me from Jack and also he is leader.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          "We need to keep that fire going!" Ralph exclaimed.  He went on for a little about how we need to be rescued and we cant just live off meat and berries for ever.  This was true even though some of the others thought it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ludicrous&lt;/span&gt;.  I think this island was getting to him.  Also the fact that he knows it will be a while before we get saved.  Than there was commotion of the beastie and a little kid said he had a dream and he woke up near the forest.   Ralph asked if anyone had been in the dark at night and Simon raised his hand.  This was a relief.  He also said that the beastie comes out of the water.  Which made the situation harder.  Jack's face looked angry and bored.  He got up and decided he would make up a excuse to get out of the meeting and that was to go "hunt" the beast.  He walked away &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempestuously&lt;/span&gt; and everyone else followed with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decorum&lt;/span&gt;.  I think everyone else followed because they are afraid and Jack has courage.  It was just Ralph Simon and I.  Ralph told us he is thinking about not being leader.  I quickly snapped and realized the only thing in the way of of me is Ralph so if Jack becomes leader, because he would be the next person people would follow, he would kill me.  Ralph is also a good leader and Jack only wants meat and doesn't care about anything else.  Simon joined in because we both knew that we were on Jacks bad side so it made sense to keep Ralph as leader.  We were all tired and wanted to go to bed.  As we were falling asleep we could hear a littlun yelling in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamentation&lt;/span&gt; and in terror but we didn't do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-5232705747597403278?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5232705747597403278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5232705747597403278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5232705747597403278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5232705747597403278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/09/assignment-4.html' title='assignment #4'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-8805822836713293080</id><published>2008-09-17T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:53:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog assignment #3</title><content type='html'>chapter: 3/4 What is wrong with you!?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;uhh this is so hard.  "I know" said Simon.  Why do these huts keep breaking and where is everyone else? "I don't know but i wish someone would help us, Where will we sleep?"asked Simon.  I don't know but Jack is really taking over my leadership role and making decisions for himself.  " I think the hunters are using there jobs to keep from actually doing real work.  It was time for us to take a rest.  I laid down in the sand and Simon wandered off into the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is that a ship? "Oh my god i think it is". exclaimed Piggy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;ludicrously&lt;/span&gt;.  I looked at the ship for around twenty seconds and than realized the smoke wasn't in the air as usual.  I ran up to the fire pit.  It was out.  How could this happen. Who was on fire duty and why were they not there!  We could have been saved!  Simon ran over to us in a very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;blatant &lt;/span&gt;manner when we had gotten back to the beach.  " guess what i cou-" who was on fire duty?I said &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;jeeringly&lt;/span&gt; "SamnEric bu-" Why aren't they on fire duty". "Well i used them to help catch a pig! We finally have meat" Jack said.  You let the fire out.  "But we got meat" Jack explained.  There was a ship out there and we could have been rescued but your obession with hunting ruined it.  "Yeah thanks a lot" said Piggy said in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;belligerence&lt;/span&gt;.  Piggy and Jack went at it and than Jack punched him to the ground slapped him in the head and broke his specs.  Than Jack and I yelled at eachother also.  Jack was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;effigy&lt;/span&gt; of a heartless person.  That was rude.  "I apologize for the fire incedent" Jack said.  "how about we have some meat?" Jack said.  He gave everyone but Piggy meat.  Piggy asked for some but Jack didn't give him any.  Than Simon gave his to Piggy and Jack was infuriated.  &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/6184359660598469753-8805822836713293080?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8805822836713293080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8805822836713293080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8805822836713293080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8805822836713293080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-assignment-3.html' title='Blog assignment #3'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-5529876288995459505</id><published>2008-09-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:39:24.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog assignment #2</title><content type='html'>Chapter two: "I declare the rules"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  Now that we are all here and you have all quieted down i have some rules.  We need order.  whoever has the conch has the rite to speak.  No one was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;errant&lt;/span&gt; like before.I am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt; and therefore i can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt; and i can give the conch.  A boy with a mark on his face after being pressure asked for the conch.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stuttered&lt;/span&gt; for a little before saying something.  He than muttered about a beast snake animal or something.  A lot of the boy's were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; at him along with me and i was wondered if everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; was as scared as i was.  There couldn't be anything on this island like a snake, its impossible what a silly boy.  I tried to get the thought out of my head.  I grabbed back the conch i didn't want anyone getting scared or questioning my athority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On to the next subject.  How are we going to get rescued.  I wasnt going to give the conch to piggy because he is already negative about the sittuation.  He thinks that no one knows about us and that is not true.  The queen has a map of every island and we shall get saved.  I know! I exclaimed.  We can make a signal fire at the top of the mountain and we shall be found!  All of a sudden I hear cheering FIRE!FIRE! LETS GO MAKE A FIRE! Everyone is running with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ebullience&lt;/span&gt; except for piggy but i don't want my leader reputaion getting ruined becuase of that fatty. HE was yelling that we can't burn down the island and we need to make a shelter if we are aregoing to be here a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we got to the top of the mountain everyone was helping get wood I knew this would work until i thought about how we were going to light up the fire.  Piggy finally made it up to the top and was complaining.  Once we all had stopped we were thinking about how to start the fire.  All of a suden jack bursted out with a brilliant idea.  "Lets use Pigy's glasses!" I agreed and went to go hold back Piggy while Jack &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinched&lt;/span&gt; his specs.  I knew Piggy was going to put up a fight.  Once we had the glasses Jack used them as a magnifying glass and used the sun ray to start the fire.  It was so hot we had to turn back.  When we had stopped Piggy was complaining even more about shelters and what not.  I wasnt listening till he started talking about the kid with the mark.  "Where is he !" Piggy exclaimed. I looked around i didn't see him.  This is bad. Someone said they had seen him playing by the fire.  "Look what you have done!"cried Piggy. I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;induced&lt;/span&gt; by piggyWe all knew what had just happened and i respected Piggy just a little bit more.  "I should have listened to him" I said to myself.  After this loss all the kid's were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;martyred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6184359660598469753-5529876288995459505?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5529876288995459505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5529876288995459505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5529876288995459505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5529876288995459505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-assignment-2.html' title='Blog assignment #2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-963008472375417310</id><published>2008-09-10T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:52:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog #1</title><content type='html'>chapter 1: where are we?&lt;div&gt;3=Simond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"What's happening?" "where are we?" "oh finally you have woken up" said Jack. " You fainted again, we were on a plane and i think we were shot down".  "What! I dont remember a thing".  Ok well just get on your uniform we are going to say our matins and than go see if anyone is on this island". We said our prayer and we walked through the forest and out onto a beach.  One of the other four boy's i was with said i looked pallor from fainting.  "we walked for a while and than suddenly we heard a loud low pitch sound and we followed it till we saw a group of boys on the border of the beach.  I was relieved to see someone else on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we got over to the boy's we started talking.  "I woke up" had I passed out again? I get up and next thing i know i was voted in to go look for food or something.  I had no clue what was going on and i couldn't remember past seeing those boy's on the beach.  Now some fat kid with glasses is arguing with another kid with a weird shell in his hand.  The fight quickly ended and a boy named Ralph, Jack, and I went into the forest.  We were to search the land to find out if it is an island or not. On the way back we found a piglet trapped in some creepers and rite as Jack was going to kill it the piglet ran away.  I think he is scared but i would never say that out loud.  At least we found some other living organism.&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/6184359660598469753-963008472375417310?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/963008472375417310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=963008472375417310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/963008472375417310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/963008472375417310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-1.html' title='blog #1'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-6590930716026904881</id><published>2008-06-13T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:59:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendario</title><content type='html'>To view link copy and paste into a new tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/enero.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/enero.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/febrero.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/febrero.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/marzo.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/marzo.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/abril.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/abril.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/mayo.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/mayo.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/junio.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/junio.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/julio.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/julio.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/agosto.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/agosto.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/septiembre.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/septiembre.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/octubre.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/octubre.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/noviembre.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/noviembre.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file://///k2/homes/decciembre.htm"&gt;file://///k2/homes/decciembre.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-6590930716026904881?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/6590930716026904881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=6590930716026904881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6590930716026904881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6590930716026904881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-view-link-copy-and-paste-into-new.html' title='Calendario'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-9205497983508320603</id><published>2008-06-12T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:16:30.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final Romek post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1.  The most shocking part of the book was when Romeks brother died.  I knew that the nazi's would torture people really bad but i didnt know how harsh it could be.  I couldn't read all of the part because it was so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  David got the job of feading the dog's.  This was a better job than the rest that he had in the past.  It was also better than most of the other prisoners job.  It was a good idea for David to take the dog's food but not too much or someone will find out.  I think this gave David time to recuperate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.   The experience at Bergen-Belsen was incredible.  I was devastated about the job David had to get soup.  He had to take the bodies and throw them in a pile for soup.  He also had typhus and witnessed many people dye.  He described that there was a sheet of lice covering the floor at bergen-Belsen also that there was frozen feces and urine on the floor.  It was so upbringing when he got out of the camp.  I felt so happy for him.  I don't know how he did it but he is an amazing person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  I think at the very end when two people come in to the room and tell everyone that they were liberated was David's best moment because he knew what he had been through and he was not going to be treated like crap for once in the last couple of years.  He also knew that he was one of the few who made it and that he kept his promise to his mom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. David Faber's book, because of Romek,should be required reading in all middle schools, high schools and University's because all students need to learn about the horrors of the holocaust.  I think it would benefit students to know about the holocaust because we are the kids of the next generation and we don't want this to happen again.  I also think that it is a part of history that is just common sense.  This book should also be read because some people think that the holocaust never happened and that is not true and this will prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-9205497983508320603?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/9205497983508320603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=9205497983508320603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/9205497983508320603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/9205497983508320603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-romek-post.html' title='final Romek post'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-4459394892951150361</id><published>2008-06-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:44:34.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name:Max Gruenberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Reflection: Post on your Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Title:Rennisance project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Hummanities Dates: ________________________________&lt;br /&gt;*You may type directly in this document and copy and paste into blog, or simply address each of the following in a post. It should be approx. 2 pages worth of writing.&lt;br /&gt;PURPOSE: In this section, explain what you were supposed to learn and what you were supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sentence Starters&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this project was to learn about…&lt;br /&gt;In order to learn about _________________, we had to create/perform/ write/etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this project was to become a expert on a certain person from the rennisance.In order to learn about our charecter we were to write a 3-5 page biography about our person from the Rennisance. Prior to the biography we completed a packet on the backround of our charecter. For example wher they lived, who was there family, What was his job etc. We also were supposed to learn the Povan and know a little about diffearent charecters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I LEARNED&lt;br /&gt;In this section, tell what information or skills you learned or improved.&lt;br /&gt;Sentence Starters&lt;br /&gt;I learned about…&lt;br /&gt;I explored the concepts/topics of …&lt;br /&gt;In this project, I learned how to…. (skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned about Leon Batista Alberti who was a architect, Huminist, art theorist and. He was famous and mostly did facades (the front) of buildings. He rarely desighned whole buildings. His wife was named Isotta. Not only was he a professional architecture but he composed music in front of professional judjes and they enjoyed it. He was also a superb horseman and could do amazing things. He was also Italian. He was born in Genoa on Febuary 14, 1404. His family had special status and he belonged to a noble family. His father was Lorenzo Alberti and he was accountant. He was kicked out of his native city. He thought that a poor unfortunate man that is dedicated to what they do can achieve just as much glory as a rich person who is vary fortunate. I also learned about the reniassance as a whole too. I learned tthat the black death was a plague that swept one-third of europe's population. One of the main cities was Florence. The Rennisancee was a time when science and art flurished. It wasn't all about Religion. The Rennisance went on from the 1400's to the 1600's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION&lt;br /&gt;In this section, reflect on your experience. Did you like the project? Why or why not? How did you do? What would you do differently next time?&lt;br /&gt;Sentence Starters&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this project because…&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could have done better on this project because…&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I would…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To me this was not the most fun project i have ever done.  It was more of a learning expferience.  The rennisance project is on the requirements for 7nth grade so i think we were just covering that.  The Povan was kind of fun.  I didn't fully understand the point of the Povan.  Next time i would plan my costume earlier because i found myself not having everthing that i wanted at the end.  I think i did well on the autobiography wich is the main part of the project but i havn' gotten my grade for the project yet : ( I enjoyed learning about Leon Batista Alberti and he is probably my idol in the professional life.  (architecture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTIFACTS&lt;br /&gt;You should have at least one artifact from each project on your DP. What document, picture, or link will you have for this project?&lt;br /&gt;I will put on my Autobiography :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-4459394892951150361?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4459394892951150361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4459394892951150361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4459394892951150361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4459394892951150361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/06/namemax-gruenberg-project-reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-4982416383483253158</id><published>2008-05-28T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:40:59.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.  It was vary hard to listen to David Faber's speach.  It was vary intense and descriptive.  I had to leave during the speach because it was so sad.  This is partly because i am jewish and partly because i wasn't ready for it.  Overall i loved the speach and even though i had to leave i heard the whole speach and enjoyed it.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I think that the part about the Partisans was mostly uplifting because most of the things in the book were negative.  I also thought that a lot of the things that David was doing was really cool.  It was really sad at the end when they were all burned especially the person that David loved like a father because he lost his real father and someone who was really close to him.  I think Romek was proud because David tipped over Nazi trains and helped stop them wich is pretty cool.  Since Romek is in the army there was a corelation between David stopping the Nazi's and Romek fighting against the Nazi's.  I also think he was proud because David made it back on his own and was being a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Since the Nazi's are so cruel they probably wanted David to go on knowing about his brother's death.  They also probably hurt him a lot and wanted him to suffer both mentally and phisically.  I would not want to go on with a memory of my brother being killed let alone the way they killed Romek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-4982416383483253158?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4982416383483253158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4982416383483253158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4982416383483253158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4982416383483253158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/05/1_28.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-7819467317168102431</id><published>2008-05-21T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:04:31.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. The pigeon was important to David Faber because in a way it saved his family's life.  Some how Ms. Faber had a bad feeling about what was about to happen because of the birds presence. I would be suprised if this actually happened but to me it seems like the bird is a symbol of peace and when the bird was not there the mom felt something bad coming.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I think that the Nazi's were calling it a vacation camp because they knew that this would be like a vacation compared to what was going to happen in the future.  It was kind of like a warning.  If I  was David Faber I would take it that if this is what they call "vacation" than i better pucker up because what they call a death camp might be extremely unpleasent.  I think the conditions arn't good there but if i didnt know what would be coming up i would think they were horrible.  Its hard to compare this camp to somewher like Aushwitz.  I guess David doesnt know about the future camps so he probably thinks it's brutal so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever encountered a Nazi after WWII? if yes what happened???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to go back to Germany would you feel safe????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7819467317168102431?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7819467317168102431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7819467317168102431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7819467317168102431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7819467317168102431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-7708173101486233031</id><published>2008-05-05T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:44:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aztec Mural Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Project title: Aztec Mural    Class: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Humanities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;PURPOSE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The purpose of this project was to learn about Aztec culture.  We also learned about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; the Aztecs were located.  In order to learn about Aztec murals we had to create one ourselves.  Our mural was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quetzalcoatl&lt;/span&gt; holding a Aztec &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;serpent&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Quetzalcoatl&lt;/span&gt; was the Aztec God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WHAT I LEARNED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;project&lt;/span&gt; i learned how to improve my painting skills and specifically how to outline colors to make a mural look good.  I learned that you need to paint white stuff on the canvas before you paint which could be a helpful tool in future life. I learned how to use a staple gun which is really hard for me :) This project was the first time i used a tracer to draw something other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;:) I learned about specific vocabulary that the Aztecs used.  For example a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chinampas&lt;/span&gt; is a floating garden.  I learned about the diet of the Aztecs which was mostly maize(wheat family) and vegetarian foods.  I learned about the three different social classes; priest (high class), tradesman (middle class),  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;peasant&lt;/span&gt;/slave (lower class).  In addition i learned about some of the God's they had and how they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;worshipped&lt;/span&gt; them.  A way of showing respect was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that the one who was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;messenger&lt;/span&gt; of God.  It was a honor to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;REFLECTION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed this project because it allowed me to paint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; is one of my skills.  I love art and this project was out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; so that is another reason it was enjoyable for me.  I got to be with one of my best friends and team mates Wade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bruffy&lt;/span&gt; also known as Cal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nartin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;.  I think that i would have helped my group more if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get the chicken pox.  Next time i will stay healthy and not get sick and let my whole group down.  I think that i was vary on task when i was not sick though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; note: i will put on my Artist statement but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have access to it at the moment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&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/6184359660598469753-7708173101486233031?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7708173101486233031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7708173101486233031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7708173101486233031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7708173101486233031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/05/aztec-mural-reflection.html' title='Aztec Mural Reflection'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-3758224579143783163</id><published>2008-04-22T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:29:03.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final reading group post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Ann Brashares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 2 1/2 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pages: 210-326&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are a lot of things that this book and  movie so different.  By watching the movie i indicated a lot of differences.  I depicted that Tibby seemed more innocent in the book than in the movie.  Part of it was because you could actually see that Tibby is pretty much goth and has piercings and is allways seeming down.  In the book they made it seem like Tibby is not the odd one of the group even though she kind of is.  In the movie when the four girls meet to have the ritual and declare the rules of the pance they go to a fashion department but in the book they go into a school.  One of the major differences from the book than the movie is that kustos' and Lina's grandparents hate eachother but in the book they are friends. This changes Lina's whole lifeline. One of the other things i spotted is that Eric seems to be into Bridget a lot more in the book than in the movie. I guess that is because you could see him watch her.  Im glad they didnt do the freak dancing seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;question:  If you had to be one of the charecters and live the exact same timeline that they did who would it be???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i did this as a seperate post but it didn't show)SORRY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-3758224579143783163?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3758224579143783163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3758224579143783163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3758224579143783163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3758224579143783163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/04/final-reading-group-post.html' title='final reading group post'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-3110737353711449149</id><published>2008-04-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:05:21.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READING GROUP #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Title: Traveling Pants&lt;br /&gt;By: Ann Brashares&lt;br /&gt;Time:3 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 110-210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think Tibby is being really mean to Bailey.  Sometimes I think Tibby forgets that Bailey has Cancer and says something rude.  I know Bailey is a brat but that is probably because of what she has and is going through.  Bailey is upsessing about Tibby because it is probably the only friend she has had and she doesnt know how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am really getting bad vibes from bridget.  I don't think that it is even possible for her to go out with the soccer coach.  I don't know if it is just me but i think that it is really gross that bridget tried to freak dance with Eric.  He is so much older than she is she really needs to back off becasue she does not have a chance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you think that Bridget has a chance with Eric????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that she does because sooner or later Eric will find out that she is younger than she said she was.  She is also trying to hard and guy's dont like girls who are really agressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;-OR-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you think Eric knows that Bridget is trying to get with him?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think that he thinks that she is just teasing him but i think that later in the story he will realize that she is actually serious about him and talk to her about it.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &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/6184359660598469753-3110737353711449149?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3110737353711449149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3110737353711449149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3110737353711449149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3110737353711449149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/04/reading-group-2.html' title='READING GROUP #2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-1304705288402862580</id><published>2008-04-04T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:28:14.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Title: Traveling Panse&lt;br /&gt;By: Ann Brashares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time:2 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 0-110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Pages This Week: 110 pg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   What a girly book!  Sometimes this book is hard to follow because in the story there a four girls; Lina, Tibby, Bridget and Carmen and they are all on trips during the summer and it switches off story to story.  Lina is in greece.  Bridget is at a soccer camp. Carmen is at her Dads house becasue her parents are devorced and tibby is working at a store called wallman's. They are typical girls just finding there way in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I predict that Carmen's story will be like the movie parent trap.  Since Carmens parents are divorced Carmen switches off from her mother to father and when she goes to her fathers house this time he has a fiance and two kids.  She does not like them. And that is how the movie starts a girl doesnt like her divorced parents fionce. She eventually kicks her out.  Carmen has two choices to be happy for him or to get mad and try to get his future wife out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt; My question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How do you think Carmen will take the sittuation with her parents???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I think she will try to talk to her Dad about getting married.  If Carmen really doesnt like her she might try to prank or do something so that she will not marry Carmens Dad.  Carmen told her mom right away over the phone that her dad was getting married so it seemed kind of important to Carmen.&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/6184359660598469753-1304705288402862580?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1304705288402862580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1304705288402862580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1304705288402862580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1304705288402862580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/04/title-traveling-panse-by-ann-brashares.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-7189152164099823355</id><published>2008-03-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:32:39.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon rider post #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;NAME          Max &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gruenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         DATE      3/16/08&lt;br /&gt;TITLE              Dragon rider        TIME     2 hours&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR        &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cornella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Funke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   PAGES      210-270&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL PAGES THIS WEEK : 60 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This week's reading was very interesting.  There is a creature called a "Djinn" who has 1,000 eyes and each eye is looking at some other place in the world at a different time.  The Djinn takes on a genie form.  He is blue and is kept in a limo in the middle of a jungle.  To awaken him you need to honk the horn of the limo. The eyes are located all over his body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'American Typewriter'; font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'American Typewriter';font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The Djinn knows everything because he has seen everything.  To ask the Djinn a question you need to ask it in seven words and it has to be a human that asks.  This would have been a problem for Ben, Sorrel, Twigleg and Firedrake but luckily they picked up Ben on the way and he is human.  They asked where the rim of heaven lies and the Djinn told the boy by letting him look in one of his eyes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="American Typewriter&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Twiglegleg is on a mission for Nettlebrand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is to spy on firedrake (dragon) and find out where his pack lives so that he can hunt them down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Twigleg is becoming friends with the group that he is spying on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He decided that he would tell his “master,” Nettlebrand that the dragons live out in a dessert far away. The purpose of that Nettlebrand would go try to find them. He would then get lost in a dessert where there are no living organisms for him to feed on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Twigleg decided this he got vary angry because Nettlebrand ate all of his brothers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Twigleg’s master treats him very badly and the Firedrake and Ben treat him nicely so he doesn’t want to betray the people that are nice to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="American Typewriter&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7189152164099823355?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7189152164099823355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7189152164099823355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7189152164099823355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7189152164099823355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/03/dragon-rider-post-4.html' title='Dragon rider post #4'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-6283339591481865830</id><published>2008-03-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:55:20.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Name:Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gruenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Reflection&lt;br /&gt;Project Title: MC Website Project&lt;br /&gt;Class: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates: 3/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Purpose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The purpose of this project was to pick and learn about a subject that had to do with moral courage.  We than were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;required&lt;/span&gt; to make a web page and enter it into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; contest by the name of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;think quest&lt;/span&gt;".  We were entered by our teacher in age groups according to our birthday's.  We were required to have sources and web pages with written content on them.  We had a lot of time to work on the site and today we uploaded them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; What i learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end of this project i learned how to work hard and plow through even if it is hard.  I learned a lot about moral courage, Nazi's, mob mentality, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Salem&lt;/span&gt; witch trials and more.  I became a better editor by just looking at mistakes on dream weaver (site construction program) and changing them.  I learned more about formatting sources.  In the end i learned a lot about working with people that I usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; hang out with.  I also learned about the program dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;weaver&lt;/span&gt; which we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; our site in.  Learning how to paraphrase was worth while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; use that in my future life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I disliked this project.  A lot of the time i had almost no clue what to do even after asking around our group.  I did not have fun in this project because it was all deadlines and i didn't see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; all this work was going in the process and that effected my learning.  If i understood the project more before i started it than i would have took advantage.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be the group leader because at first the project sounded really fun.  If I had group leader for my job i know that i would have done fine.  I would have realized what i needed to do.  When i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get this job i had already gotten a bad start.  This project wasn't all bad i learned some skills that i could use later in life like paraphrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Artifact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I plan to put my website on my DP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-6283339591481865830?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/6283339591481865830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=6283339591481865830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6283339591481865830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/6283339591481865830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/03/namemax-gruenberg-project-reflection.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-882440215153677623</id><published>2008-03-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:06:47.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon rider post #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;NAME          Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gruenberg&lt;/span&gt;         DATE      3/9/08&lt;br /&gt;TITLE              Dragon rider        TIME     2 hours&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cornella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Funke&lt;/span&gt;   PAGES      150-210&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL PAGES THIS WEEK   60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think one of the most interesting part of the book was when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt; were covering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bulletin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;board&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that was interesting because they talked about how they transported, the way they defend themselves and and why they are annoying.  The way these fairies transport is using there tiny wings that let out dust. The dust is there protection is is sleepy dust so whoever smells it gets drowsy.  The thing that was also interesting is that it makes dragons more awake like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; does for humans.  They are annoying because they get in the way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;signposts&lt;/span&gt; and you cant see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; you're going.  The little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;homunculus&lt;/span&gt;,T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wigleg&lt;/span&gt; casts a spell on the flying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fairy's&lt;/span&gt; to make them go away but rite as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt; drop to the ground he forgets the rest and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fairy's&lt;/span&gt; get angry.  Then they release the dust to make the team fall asleep.  As this happens T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wigleg&lt;/span&gt; makes up a spell in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;spur&lt;/span&gt; of the moment to save his friends from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt; and it works for a little.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt; time for F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;iredrake&lt;/span&gt; to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bolton&lt;/span&gt; board and find his directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A sad part of the book is howT&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wigleg&lt;/span&gt; is treated by N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ettlebrand&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Nettlebrand&lt;/span&gt; killed all eight of T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wiglegs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nettlebrand&lt;/span&gt; said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Twigleg&lt;/span&gt; is not allowed to fall in love or make friends with humans or else he will die.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Twigleg&lt;/span&gt; is very close to the human boy.  I think that they are friends because they stick up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;debates&lt;/span&gt; about what the team should do.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Twilgleg&lt;/span&gt; would be long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; if that was true.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Nettlebrand&lt;/span&gt; just uses T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;wigleg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; let him have any freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-882440215153677623?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/882440215153677623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=882440215153677623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/882440215153677623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/882440215153677623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/03/dragon-rider-post-3.html' title='Dragon rider post #3'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-3398713683118863354</id><published>2008-02-27T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:17:57.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon rider #2</title><content type='html'>NAME          Max Gruenberg         DATE      2/27/08&lt;br /&gt;TITLE              Dragon rider        TIME      1 hour&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR        Cornella Funke   PAGES      50-15o&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL PAGES THIS WEEK      100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I think the most mean charecter in the book is nettlebrand.  Nettlebrand is a golded dragon who uses little slaves to clean his "golden" scales which are really fools gold.  He travels through the sours becuse his amour is to heavy to fly.  His slave is the last of eight slaves (brothers) who he ate , twigleg about a foot tall.  Twigleg cleans nettlebrands teeth, cleans his fools gold, is given no breaks, chips his nail and cleans the dirt out of his scales.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           In the story nettlebrand has a knome replace for twigleg as the foot high creature follows  firedrake(main charecter(dragon)).  nettlebran sent twigleg on this mission because firedrake is the type of dragon that nettlebrand likes to hunt.  Back in the day the fierce dragon would pop out of the earth and snatch a dragon.   He thaught that he had hunted them all but when he found firedrake he realized that there were still some left.  He sent twigleg on a trip to spy on firedrake intil he found his pack and than he would tell nettlebrand wher they were so he could hunt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6184359660598469753-3398713683118863354?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3398713683118863354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3398713683118863354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3398713683118863354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3398713683118863354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/02/dragon-rider-2.html' title='Dragon rider #2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1818171793641986432</id><published>2008-02-24T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:28:27.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon rider #1</title><content type='html'>NAME: Max Gruenberg DATE: February 24, 2008&lt;br /&gt;TITLE: TIME: 60 min. HOURS: 1&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR:Cornella Funke PAGES:1-50&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL PAGES THIS WEEK: 50&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             If i had to pick a friend in the book rite now i would pick Firedrake.   Firedrake is a dragon who is vary courageous and cool.  He is a night blue color and can do all sorts of cool things.  One of the cool things he can do is fly and that would be vary fun.  He also can shoot blue sparks out of his mouth which is really cool.  Firedrake is not only cool but he is vary nice and isn't disrespectful.  I would want Firedrake as a friend and his attitude is a model for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The most surprising part in the book would be when the boy meats the dragon.  This was most surprising because the boy was hiding in a sewage place behind  a crate and the dragon just flew in.   I was surprised the boy showed himself to the dragon without fainting or having a physical effect.  What was more surprising was when the dragon let the boy on the mission which is to find a place where all dragons can live in Harmony without having to flee from humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1818171793641986432?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1818171793641986432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1818171793641986432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1818171793641986432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1818171793641986432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/02/dragon-rider-1.html' title='Dragon rider #1'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1673451134575117071</id><published>2008-02-13T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:52:11.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lived a thousand years #3</title><content type='html'>1. I think that the Germans tried to get all the jews in the bush's so that the american planes would not see anybody at the sight so they wouldnt shoot and the Germans could go back to killing as many Jews as they can before they were liberated by America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1673451134575117071?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1673451134575117071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1673451134575117071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1673451134575117071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1673451134575117071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/02/1.html' title='I have lived a thousand years #3'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-7478241979657581785</id><published>2008-02-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:44:18.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Lived A Thousand Years Post #3</title><content type='html'>Why do you think the books title is "I have lived a thousand years"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the title is "I have lived a thousand years" becase living in the holocost is like living a thousand years becase all you do is eat a little and work and then die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you think that Bubi, Elli and her mom will find any reletaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think that they will because as Elli explained each charecter they didnt seem very inteligent or athletic unlike the father, mother, bubi and Elli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7478241979657581785?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7478241979657581785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7478241979657581785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7478241979657581785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7478241979657581785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-lived-thousand-years-post-3.html' title='I Have Lived A Thousand Years Post #3'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-8253032235034361427</id><published>2008-02-10T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:38:27.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lived a thousand years #2</title><content type='html'>If you were stuck in the situation that Elli is in how would you cooperate with the Germans?  Why would you act like that ? Would it help you survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I would cooperate with them as best as I can.  I would do that because they would shoot you if you were a bother. That would help me survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-8253032235034361427?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8253032235034361427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8253032235034361427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8253032235034361427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8253032235034361427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-lived-thousand-years-2.html' title='I have lived a thousand years #2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-8751750891425952268</id><published>2008-02-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:15:40.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lived a thousand years#1</title><content type='html'>I find this book very interesting and I couldnt stop reading it is one of the few books that i enjoy reading. Part of it is because one of my favorite subjects is the holocost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I dont think that bubi or his father will get caught because they are very smart and could get out of it.  But the nazi's were also looking really hard for jews so I have mixed feelings on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it was a bad Idea for the father to try and get his son because the rest of the family needs a man to survive during a period as dangerous as this one. I think he was lucky that he made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Max&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-8751750891425952268?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8751750891425952268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8751750891425952268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8751750891425952268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8751750891425952268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-lived-thousand-years1.html' title='I have lived a thousand years#1'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-5951031865760398765</id><published>2007-12-20T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:01:19.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo grove final post #5</title><content type='html'>1.THE ENDING:  I was left hanging at the end of the story.  I had a great desire to know what happened to the dad in specific and the reaction of KO when Hideyo came home.  Yoko and Ko get there brother back and later there Dad it is a happy ever after although the mother died (the girls weren't that sad in my opinion about it).  I thought it was a great experience for Ko and Yoko that there mom died because they learned survival skills and became Women who could take care of therselves even without a Man or Women in the house.  Yoko became very mature during the time she spent with her mom and sister.  Yoko I think didn't have any more drama in the story.  They probably struggled to surrvive a little longer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  IF my family was in the position that the Kawashimas were in then we would probably sing some Jewish songs on Friday knights and just some random songs during g.  We would do that to maintain our religion and spirit during a time of need.  IT really helps some people to be into there religion when they have nothing else.       &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;3.  I really liked KO in this story because she seemed like a really cool girl.  She is very courageous  I thought that because she was very smart and obedient and didn't cry over physical things like being hurt When she was hurt by the bomb she didn't cry but when her mom died she cried. she cries over important things and doesn't  hold back anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ko showed me how to lay low and become more obedient.  I like that about her because if you listen and lay low your whole life you will be respected and looked up to in my opinion.  Then when it is the right time you pop up and do something good like shoe shining in Ko's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I was suprised that the soldiers were so mean and killed so many people.  I also learned that the war affected people for there  whole life even if they wern't involved.  It probably split a lot of family's like it split Hideyo and the women of the family.  I think the 38th parallel was very badly garded for a stupid teen(Hideyo) got through without being shot.  that is also how the north Koreans got through and invaded south korea.(my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I think that in this story Yoko learns not to be selfish and how to rise to the occasion a exsample is when . Ko already knew how.  She almost seemed ready for the war.  I think the moral is hope.  I think that because they hoped they had more courage to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another moral they have is pride.  I feel yoko expressed pride by walking into a classroom with her head shaved and wearing rags.  That represents pride because she wasn't afraid to walk in becuase she knew that she had gone through a lot in the past and that is why she wasn't dressed  like a lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-5951031865760398765?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5951031865760398765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5951031865760398765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5951031865760398765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5951031865760398765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/12/bamboo-grove-final-post-5.html' title='Bamboo grove final post #5'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-7626282124602836734</id><published>2007-12-13T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:20:27.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo grove #4</title><content type='html'>1.   Mr. Naido is nice to Yoko because he saves her supplies that she would have had to buy if it weren't for him.  Yoko is helping him speak better and that could be something he will use for his whole life.  I think Yoko is ableing Mr.Naido to talk better by having conversations with him which makes him exercise his communication abilities allowing him to talk more fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   I think it shows yoko that Ko is not mean allways but she can work for her family and that she has a good heart.  She worked for a feast for mostly Yoko and herself because there is no one who   would do this for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. how do you think Hideyo will get over to Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he might not get get back over to Japan. If he went to a communist barn hes pretty screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7626282124602836734?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7626282124602836734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7626282124602836734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7626282124602836734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7626282124602836734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/12/bamboo-grove-4.html' title='Bamboo grove #4'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-7160874389491850552</id><published>2007-12-10T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:20:42.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo grove</title><content type='html'>1.A      The Kiwoshima girls did not think that it was safe for a Japenese girls to live in a korea at this time.  In specific Pusan was horrible because there were several occasions of rape that they saw even before the party of drunken koreans celebrating there freedom and the drunk men were raping many people.&lt;br /&gt;  1.B      If I was one of the three girls I would want to leave Hideyo because I wouldn't know if he is dead or not.  One problem would be having to contact him it would be extremely hard because there were no cell phones back then. But at least the girls left without him for a good reason all of the girls in that family were in danger of being raped.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Question:       If you were Hideyo would you be angry if your family left you in another place that you didnt know and there were crazy men around? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I would be really pissed because there would be no communication but after a while of thinking I would come to my senses and realize that the town that they were refuging in was full of perv's and leach's(stocker/pervert).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7160874389491850552?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7160874389491850552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7160874389491850552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7160874389491850552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7160874389491850552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/12/bamboo-grove.html' title='Bamboo grove'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-4136752838962409389</id><published>2007-12-08T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T09:38:24.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hideyo shows courage by getting his friends before he left the ammunition center.Hideyo also shows courage by walking alone to Seol for his family.In the first place he is courageous for trying out to fight for his countrey. I havn't learned a lot about Hideyo interacting with his family but I don't think it shows anything when Yoko calls Hideyo honorable brother because he couldn't even pass the mental test for the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was forced to leave my home I would have my mom manage getting all of the food and her clothes. I would have my sister get as much clothes as she can fit in a big bag and grab the dog because he barks at strangers and scares people away.I would get my cellphone for communication to my family in other places that were not being evacuated.  My laptop would help for communication and and entertainment and same with my game boy.I would bring a pocket knife if my dog doesn't do the trick.  My Dad would be in charge of his stuff and all the money.My brother would have around the same list as I did &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three things that have really shocked me throughout the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. When the mom had a baby but it was dead and they had to throw the baby off the train but the mom didn't want that so she jumped off while it was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. When the soldiers came and they put the blanket of goop that comes out before a women is about to have a baby on Yoko To make her look older and like she is having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. When The soldiers invaded the ammunition factory and killed almost everybody just because three people shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-4136752838962409389?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4136752838962409389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4136752838962409389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4136752838962409389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4136752838962409389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/12/hideyo-shows-courage-by-getting-his.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-4247692247433816617</id><published>2007-11-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:02:17.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bamboo grove</title><content type='html'>1.Yoko is very shy I say that because she was very nervous and afraid to dance and shake hands with the damaged souljers. I also think she is very generous because she gave dried fish and water to the pregnat lady.  she is very young and her attitude represents that for exsmple at first she didnt want to share her blanket with a freezing mother and baby because of blood.  she also likes writing I could tell because when she had to leave she tried to bring her writing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.IN this point in the book ko and yoko's relationship isn't normal becuase what there going through has put them in moremature state.  I can tell that yoko respects ko because she listened to what she has to say and does whatever she is told by ko.  She is honorable because she bosses yoko around in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The kawashima family was extremely nice to the passengers by lending them water food and as much help and mental nurisment as possible.  If I were them I would find it hard to help people who are so desprit and sick which was what ws happening with yoko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-4247692247433816617?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/4247692247433816617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=4247692247433816617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4247692247433816617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/4247692247433816617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/11/bamboo-grove.html' title='bamboo grove'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-1840647532784525056</id><published>2007-11-29T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:56:54.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragon rider post 4</title><content type='html'>I read for 2 hours and 30 minutes and I have read 75 pages since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think it it was wierd how twigleg survived the first day with Ben(human).  It was wierd becuase homunculus(twigleg) die the first day they bond with a human.  In my opinion twigleg bonded with ben so twigleg should be dead.  Twigleg is a tiny creature that you can make with flesh and blood wich appeared gross to me at first.  Twigleg is the evil golden dragons slave, nettlebrand who I learned through reading farther that nettlebrands armour is fools gold not gold but few people know that  because it is a embaricing secret for the dragon.  Although twigleg helped firedrake (dragon), sorrel(brownie,(cat)) and ben shew the fayries away, it was ony because he wanted the group to get farther in there journey to find out the secret of the rim of heaven to report back to his master(nettlebrand).  But twigleg could have done it for the reason above and for the human because he is beginning to bond with him in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1840647532784525056?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1840647532784525056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1840647532784525056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1840647532784525056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1840647532784525056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/11/dragon-rider-post-4.html' title='dragon rider post 4'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-2203442841752519579</id><published>2007-11-16T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:16:11.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAGON RIDER POST 2</title><content type='html'>I read for 2 hours this week and loved the part I am reading. I read 75 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The most evil charecter so far is a dragon named nettlebrand.  He has many servents who he eates if they don't do what he wants them to do or dosen't please him.  He also has a tiny servent named twigleg who cleans nettlebrand's golden scales, tells him stories, sharpen's his claw's, scrubs his moulth and does whatever he want's he also had seven brother's who were eaten by nettle.  That is only  a couple of example's of how evil this golden-dragon spoiled brat is, he used to hunt siver dragon's which is what the main charecter of the story is and now he landed in this mean dragon's territory who sent twigleg on a mission to follow firedrake (main charecter) to wherever he goes to see if he lives in a pack so nettlebrand can hunt a whole pack of silver dragon's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-2203442841752519579?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/2203442841752519579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=2203442841752519579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2203442841752519579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/2203442841752519579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/11/dragon-rider-post-2_16.html' title='DRAGON RIDER POST 2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-8305228425093052020</id><published>2007-11-09T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:13:57.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAGON RIDER POST 2</title><content type='html'>I am reading Dragon Rider by Cornella Funke.  I read 75 pages and am enjoying the action and mental picture I am getting when I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qusetion:  Have you had action or drama in your book?  What kind and what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part in the section I read was when it described firedrake (dragon) slithering in the water like a snake in a canal. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed that part because I really like dragons and I could picture the movie anacanda with a dragon replaced with the water snake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest part of the section was when the dragon let out a sigh and "it showered blue sparks" which was quoted from the book.  I liked that because I could see instead of water in my shower it would be blue sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;conscientious: Basically rebelling against athority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gazed: To stare at a object with intrest, pleasure, and curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruffled: To disturb or or irratate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manifesting:  To be obvious and open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eavesdrop: to listen in on ones private conversation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-8305228425093052020?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8305228425093052020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8305228425093052020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8305228425093052020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8305228425093052020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/11/dragon-rider-post-2.html' title='DRAGON RIDER POST 2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-3924352996953729021</id><published>2007-11-02T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:28:19.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAGON RIDER POST 1</title><content type='html'>the book I'm reading  is dragon rider by cornella funke. I read 25 pages and am enjoying it so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:how many pages did you read and why?Whas it hard?Do you enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part was when sorrel and firedrake start to pack for there long journey to the ring of heven.  I liked that because it was really drimatic and kind of stupid because they were setting off for a place that doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to switch a thing in the story it would be the conversation because it was long and had no action and I like action so it relates to me in a opposite kind of way also how much the dragon's use fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clinging:basically to leach on to something or to hold onto in a vary firm manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peevishly:doing something like tour irrated and snappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thorouphly:complere and perfect&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tedious:long and tiresome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huskily:means to be big and strong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-3924352996953729021?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3924352996953729021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3924352996953729021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3924352996953729021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3924352996953729021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/11/dragon-rider-post-1.html' title='DRAGON RIDER POST 1'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1989665526612745850</id><published>2007-11-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:48:01.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my book</title><content type='html'>I am reading "Dragon Rider" by CORNELLA FUNKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your time&lt;br /&gt;Max ?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1989665526612745850?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1989665526612745850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1989665526612745850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1989665526612745850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1989665526612745850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-book.html' title='my book'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1308873111449442538</id><published>2007-10-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:51:07.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final post</title><content type='html'>1.  I think this quote means that you cant let a group of people make you do something you don’t want to do.  It is a good idea to follow this quote because if the group that is trying to persuade you and the group is bad than you become bad also and that is not good.  The big group is the wave trying to persuade Lisa.  If you are in a situation like Lisa you should do exactly what she didbecause she handled it very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I think that in a older person's life a big group would be committing to violence, drug’s, unprotected sex or uncareful drinking and would try to get somebody who doesn't want to join them join them.  When the person the bad group is trying to persuade refuses the group might beat up the person or just look down on them in general.  In this situation the group that does drugs alchahol, cigarettes, Etc. is the Wave and the rebellion would be Lisa.  For my specific age (##) I think that one of my friends would try to get me to do a stunt like jumping off things or sneaking into places I don’t want to sneak into.  Another example would be when a friend tryes to get me to tease a retarded person so they can see the reaction because my friends might think it is funny.  It is not only group’s that will ever try to persuade you sometimes it’s only one person.  Groups of people trying to get you to do something is not always bad for instance my temple is helping people that are misfortunate or are in a crisis because of the fire.  Sometimes people will warn you not to do something so groups are not always bad if that is what you thought I said above.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think Robert became more confidante and noticed that he could become devoted to something other that being a helpless nerd. I think that the wave had a huge impact on Robert because it was something that people wouldn’t make fun of him for.  In fact I think it was the opposite, some of the people in the school I think looked up to him because he was like a general for the wave and was the body guard for Mr. Ross which probably meant a lot to some of the other Wave members.  I think Robert’s future will not be as good as the time of the Wave but I’m sure Robert made a friend from the Wave that will still be his friend. The waves end also really cracked Robert’s shell because it was the first time in his life that he will totally feel included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Robert got to comfortable with the wave and when it stopped and went back to normal that was when Robert had a huge impact and it will be hard for him to adjust.  Some people will still be nice to Robert and treat him as an equal because they saw his true colors.  I don’t think he will just go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Facisim:  A government system led by a dictator having full power, forcibility suppresins opposition and criticism regimenting industry, commerce, Etc., and emphasis an aggressive nationalism and often racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: In the Wave a form fascism would be when the group of kids attacked a Jew because he wasn’t in the wave and called him a dirty Jew, which is anti-Semitism, and that is a form of racism but just with religion.  When the wave sent Lisa’s boyfriend to recruit Lisa and he pushed her, that was aggressive so that is fascism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: There are many historical events with fascism for instance Hitler was anti-semetic along with his Nazi party (boo) and was aggressive against Jews and whoever wasn’t like him.  Black slavery was whites and many others who were racist and had no feelings for black people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoiding Mob Mentality &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid mob mentality you must decide if the group is productive in a good way or stupid and unproductive.  A way to tell about a specific group would to be first asking your friends and family what they think.  The second thing to do would to do research on the people within the group and find out if they have a bad or good reputation.  If someone asked you to be in a group you haven’t ever heard of always say no or I will think about it.  Do not go into groups if you there are the opposite gender than yourself and they are five years older especially if you are a girl because if you get to comfortable with one person they could turn on you.  I would take all my tips in mind but that’s just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your time,&lt;br /&gt;Max&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1308873111449442538?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1308873111449442538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1308873111449442538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1308873111449442538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1308873111449442538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-post.html' title='final post'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-3917919874685109943</id><published>2007-10-22T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:38:29.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>Project title: Family history project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Class: Ms. Interlandi’s d’s                              dates: 18 October&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Purpose&lt;br /&gt;  The purpose of this project was to learn about our family and a historical event that they were in.  In specific I learned about my grandfather’ event which was the Korean War and what his opinion was on it.  Also when I interviewed him he gave me facts about what was happening socially and mentally on his ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    What I learned &lt;br /&gt;I learned about the Korean War, how it happened, when it happened, why it happened, what happened and who was involved.  I had to use the computer to learn about the Korean War.  I think another skill would be typing; everything in by scrapbook is typed.  I also thought pasting and cutting were a big part of my project because every paper is pasted and cut so that it looks neat.  I learned how to put things in my words better. And complete sighting my sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Reflection&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the project because I got to learn a lot about the Korean War that I didn’t even no about till this project.  Also I learned about the significance and how many people died.  I learned about my grandfather’s experience in the war and about his job that was a second-class torpedo men.  I procrastinated a lot in this project and if I could do it again I would get everything done at the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get it on my blog till today sorry ms. Interlandie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-3917919874685109943?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3917919874685109943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3917919874685109943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3917919874685109943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3917919874685109943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1441190278409283474</id><published>2007-10-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:34:30.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog 5</title><content type='html'>2. ?I picked the quote "damn it Ben! because it suprised me it used another swear word in the story. I also think it was needed to catch Ben's atttention and to express how angry princaple Owens was at the moment.  I think I would be mad to if I was a pricaple and one teacher was basically making my school into a milatary school and he was only doing it for an experiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.what do you think Robert and Mr.Ross are going to talk about?why?&lt;br /&gt;I think they are going to talk about how he can fit in too but I think it would be better to top it off if he said what they were going to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1441190278409283474?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1441190278409283474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1441190278409283474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1441190278409283474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1441190278409283474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-5.html' title='blog 5'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-8547601707095277182</id><published>2007-10-08T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:25:55.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wave 4</title><content type='html'>1. I think Ben  is worried about the experiment getting out of hand and he doesnt know how it is going to end.  Mr.Ross is also worried about losing his job and deleteing trust with the princeple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2.  I chose the quote,"welcome to the Wave or else" because they are kind of making fun of it because Mr. Ross is taking it to far and that is something drastic that he would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3.How do you think the wave will stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-8547601707095277182?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8547601707095277182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8547601707095277182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8547601707095277182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8547601707095277182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/10/wave-4.html' title='wave 4'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-170360029975354636</id><published>2007-10-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:04:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wave 3</title><content type='html'>1.  I can tell mr. Ross is losing control of his esperiment because there is a poster with the wave symbol on the wall, he dressed with a blue suit and a white shirt with a tie wich are the colors of the wave symbol, he made membership cards, he made students monitors so that they can basically tell on someone if thy are not following the wave, he is leading them in a communist way, he is trying to have students recruit other people into the wave.  I think he is acting like hitler try filling in the word wave with nazi it works and he is dictating like hitler did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I like the quote "STRENGTH THROUGH COMMUNITY",STRENGTH THROUGH ACTION" and "STRENGTH THROUGH DISCIPLINE" I liked that because line because it is a really cool motto but mr. ross is enforcing it harshly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Would you spread the wave if you were in mr.Rosses class and he told you to? why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-170360029975354636?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/170360029975354636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=170360029975354636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/170360029975354636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/170360029975354636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/10/wave-3.html' title='wave 3'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-5523508347612143599</id><published>2007-10-01T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:26:20.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wave 2</title><content type='html'>1.  The moddo "STRENGTH THROUGH DISCIPLINE" is deffenately affecting the classoom because everybody is behaving properly and nobody is talking out of turn.  I also thingk that the football team will listen to the wave than they can be a all-star team.  If the wave can spread to the football team than it could spread through the whole school and the community could improve 10 fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.My quote is "Ross expected another wisecrack and he was suprised when it didnt come"I could relate to that because sometimes I make "wisecrack" jokes like that but when a important time comes I quiet down and stop completely just like the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.QUESTION:what do you do that takes discipline to succeed like Andrea doing ballet why does it take discipline ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-5523508347612143599?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/5523508347612143599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=5523508347612143599' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5523508347612143599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/5523508347612143599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/10/wave-2.html' title='wave 2'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-7476488974736979735</id><published>2007-09-26T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:13:59.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wave</title><content type='html'>1.The wave is based on a true incident that occurred in a high school history class in Palo Alto California, in 1969.  Somethings that are different about are school and their school  is one, It is a highschool two, their are bells three, they have a news paper and four they have bouring mean teachers.  I could tell it was a long time ago beacause it involved "tape players","tipewriters","filmed projecters" and "young smoking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.The quote that stood out to me would be "The human skeletons still alive had the gruesome task of stacking the dead under the watching eyes of the nazi soldiers.  That stood out to me because they were talking about Jews and I am a Jew wich makes me very emotional because it decreased the populatin of my culture to a small percent.  Also I could imagine exactly what there talking about because of the descriptive words the writer of the book chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. How many of you think that 90% of all the Germans knew about the consentration camps?why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7476488974736979735?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7476488974736979735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7476488974736979735' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7476488974736979735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7476488974736979735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/09/wave.html' title='The Wave'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-8327248703528358233</id><published>2007-09-19T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:16:43.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>betty ann Q1</title><content type='html'>Question 1:I thaught the saddest part was ether when Betty Ann's mom asked why all the girls hated Betty Ann and that she loved them or when the main charecter saw Betty in the nurses office because she had run off because she had a broken heart.  thaught it was sad because I have been in that situation both ways before and it is very devistating and sad.  Also I could imgine her just trying to make friends but a bunch of mean girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:I would have said something when the main charecters friend called Betty Anns house and her friend was talking to her badly about Betty Ann which is really mean but she hung up so that was good on her part .  Deffenately I would have said it their because I would realize that she(betty ann) was nice and not a freak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3:I thaught  the moral of this story was watch what you do because you cant wrase it and move on it will allways be with you.  I also thaught it might be be careful what you say because some people can get offended and some people cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-8327248703528358233?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/8327248703528358233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=8327248703528358233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8327248703528358233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/8327248703528358233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/09/betty-ann-q1.html' title='betty ann Q1'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-7022405560505902687</id><published>2007-09-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T10:06:27.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>planet earth</title><content type='html'>The two movies that we watched were about the planet earth.  The two byomes were the plains of the tundra and the rain forest.  The rain forest  byome talked about monkeys, frogs, trees, birds, and fruit I learned that female frogs jump on to the loudest and biggest frog.  The fig tree can grow fruit all year long so it is ver reliable for apes, monkeys, birds and more.  2% of all the sunlight in the rainforest gets to the ground.  For the plains of the tundra  we learned about the five million snow geese that traveled  from the gulf of Mexico to the tundra.  Also the tundra plains are home to the most animals in the world.  Snow cyotes wait all year for snow geese but it is not allways easy so they just take the eggs and bury them for later.  I had a lot more facts that I didn,t share but overall I really liked the movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-7022405560505902687?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/7022405560505902687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=7022405560505902687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7022405560505902687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/7022405560505902687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/09/planet-earth.html' title='planet earth'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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-6184359660598469753.post-1548360218817775585</id><published>2007-09-14T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T10:45:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>response to seventh grade</title><content type='html'>QUESTION 1:      My favorite line of this story was when Mr.lucas asked victor an example of a noun and he said teresa. I liked that part because It totally embarressed Victor.  I also liked it beacause it said everyone knew he had a crush on Teresa wich apeared very funny to me because that would just make the embarresment worse than it already was.  It also had a good following line which another person answered another question of mr.lucas's which was a place, with Teresas house with a kitchen full of big brothers.I actually liked that short story beacause it wasnt corny like a lot of other beging of grade books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUESTION 2:     That story relates to me because when I go to my first day of school I am happy to see all my friends.  I also might imberrese my self a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1548360218817775585?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1548360218817775585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1548360218817775585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1548360218817775585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1548360218817775585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/09/response-to-seventh-grade.html' title='response to seventh grade'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-1421907693097342068</id><published>2007-09-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:20:15.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite book</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is Max and my favorite book is called Edgar and Ellen rare beasts.This book Is about two mischevious twins who live and prank the town Nods limbs.  Even though these books range from 80 to 200 pg. it is a good eperience.  I dont really like reading but this book actually made me want to find out what is  going to happen next.  This book is part of a series all called Edgar and Ellen their are seven or eight books I am on the sixth but I really liked the first one.  I like that certain one because one it got me reading these books and two because it had a huge and outrageous prank but I wont tell you what it is so you will just have to read this book and find out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-1421907693097342068?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/1421907693097342068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=1421907693097342068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1421907693097342068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/1421907693097342068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-favorite-book.html' title='My favorite book'/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184359660598469753.post-3150522129577338612</id><published>2007-09-06T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:19:26.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome to Max's pro baller blog feel free to comment or just look I will read whatever you wrote with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK    YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184359660598469753-3150522129577338612?l=maxproballer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/feeds/3150522129577338612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184359660598469753&amp;postID=3150522129577338612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3150522129577338612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184359660598469753/posts/default/3150522129577338612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maxproballer.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-maxs-pro-baller-blog-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>maxproballer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355349335938061023</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
