<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:51:25.384-07:00</updated><category term='Humanities'/><category term='Mysics'/><category term='Hero in my eyes'/><category term='Vignettes'/><title type='text'>♥  . : jOCELYN'S  BLOG  : . ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-917119209818360785</id><published>2010-06-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:26:08.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Project Description&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The This I Believe project is about our beliefs. We had to write a 400-500 word essay about a personal belief that we have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Process&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first i had to write my essay on my belief which was love. for me writing my essay was kind of difficult because i really&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;know how to explain why was that my belief. After many drafts i finally got my essay of my belief. After we were done making our essay we had to take pictures of our profiles so we could put them on &amp;nbsp;our frame&amp;nbsp;creatively. Then we would customize our frames with our essay and our profile so we could display on exhibition night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really liked this project because i really got to express how i truly felt and this really got to me because i &amp;nbsp;based it on my parents and when exhibition night came and my mom read it she started crying so i really felt proud of this project. my moms tears was the meaning of m success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://mail.google.com/a/hightechhigh.org/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=7c972648f7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=129751142c42c675&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This i Believe essay :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'A.C.M.E. Secret Agent'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Understanding love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'MV Boli'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I believe in love because my parents had given it to me my entire life. The love of a parent is precise because they look out for their children to make sure that they are safe. I sometimes may think, “Oh my god why do they do this to me? I am not a little child anymore!” Well the truth is I am like that as well I don’t really like it when my parents treat me like a little girl but parents are always going to be parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whenever I go out with some friends or just family I always get the same lecture over and over again from my mom and dad. “Don’t get drinks from strangers, don’t talk to strangers, always stay with your friends, don’t go wandering off all by yourself etc.” That is really the last thing that I want to hear from my parents but I can’t do anything about it. My parents just do that to me, my brother or sister because they don’t want to risk losing us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Getting grounded is the worst thing of being a teen. I get grounded because I get home late, talk back to my parents, or don’t clean my room etc. There was a time when I had come home from my friend’s quinceañera practice and had gotten home at 9:30pm. I got home exhausted. I looked droopy like if I were to just drop dead in that instant. I had not done any of my homework, chores, nothing. My mom was furious, she told me that since I got home late I was going to clean the kitchen, clean my room completely and then do my homework. When she told me that I got this face of “what did you say”. Then my fury just came out and I started yelling at my mom saying “I AM TIRED AND I AM GOING TO GO TO MY ROOM DO MY HOMEWORK THEN GO TO SLEEP OKAY!” My mom just looked at me for a little then says “ Joss you’re grounded for two weeks” I go to my room all mad because I knew if I said another word she was going to ground me for a even longer time. After a while that I was in my room she comes in and tell me “mi amor te regaño por que te amo” even though it is hard to admit, it is the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The love of every parent is the love of everyone in the universe. They don’t know when to stop loving their child because they believe in them and they also believe that there children are going to be successful in life. I love my parents very much even though they make me mad, frustrated, happy, and excited. I know that my parents love me as well but now I think that it is my turn to express my love to them even more because they have already done so much for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-917119209818360785?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/917119209818360785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/917119209818360785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/917119209818360785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-i-believe.html' title='This I Believe'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-5218956206950119019</id><published>2010-06-17T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:50:00.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;Description&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;In this project we had to read My Ishmael.We were reading this book for about a month or so and then Charlotte had given us a sheet of paper that three categories and in each category had a list of ideas of what you could do to represent the book . The point was tomake a project so that we could express our ideas in a fun creative way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;First I had to read the book My Ishmael. Then I was going through the list that Charlotte had given us to read and choose one or more of the items on the lists. I had chosen the Illustrator. For the illustrator we had to do a piece of artwork that represented a chapter in the book or the main idea of the book overall. I had drew Julie sitting down in a chair , a thinking bubble was coming out of head like if Ishmael had already told her about something and she had to think about so she could understand it herself instead of someone else explaining it to her. inside the thinking bubble i had also painted men on steps and on each steps the mean change . i put that because it mean t the evolving philosophy of our race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;This was a project that I had liked a lot because i got to choose the piece that i wanted to do and it gave me freedom to express what I wanted to do for a change because usually I have to write an essay about why did i like the book what questions do i still have etc. I hope that i get to do this again.&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/750116205652459792-5218956206950119019?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5218956206950119019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/06/rem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/5218956206950119019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/5218956206950119019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/06/rem.html' title='REM'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-8019639284856115478</id><published>2010-05-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:24:57.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyn Glennie Shows Us How To Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;What struck you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It struck me when Evelyn Glennie said that deaf and i was so shocked because the drum and i was just wondering how she was playing if she didn't even know what it sounded like. But then she was explaining that she didn't need to listen to the drum in order to play it. She said that the only thing that you needed to do was to feel the drum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What did you notice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I had noticed that she was putting a lot of emotion into her playing that her body would move to the sound of her drum and her marimba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What did you enjoy about her performance ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I liked that she would put her own unique style into her music and how she would change the distance between the sticks while playing the marimba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/750116205652459792-8019639284856115478?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8019639284856115478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/05/evelyn-glennie-shows-us-how-to-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/8019639284856115478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/8019639284856115478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/05/evelyn-glennie-shows-us-how-to-listen.html' title='Evelyn Glennie Shows Us How To Listen'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-2225546335973402349</id><published>2010-05-13T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:50:48.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustainability Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;What is your name and your role here at the farmers&amp;nbsp;market&amp;nbsp; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My name is Tia Harrison and i am a vender here at the farmers market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; Which company do you work for ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; I work for Smit Orchards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Why do you choose to shop here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;I choose to shop and sell here because it is better for the&amp;nbsp;environment&amp;nbsp;and because it is better for our health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; Do you garden at home ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; No not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; What would &amp;nbsp;be your advice to get others to do what you do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; My advice would be to just try it out because it is the only way you are going to know if &amp;nbsp;you like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; What do you think is the most expensive&amp;nbsp;piece&amp;nbsp;of fruit ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; i think that the strawberries are because they are grown naturally and its the good type not like the ones that you would usually buy from a supermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/TCO2nzETUVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7Ng9tHMu6jc/s1600/0513001747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/TCO2nzETUVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7Ng9tHMu6jc/s320/0513001747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; Where is your company located ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; it's in Linden, Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1. What has Struck you about the location you visited? Was it what you expected, or very different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Not that many things struck me because it was everything i expected but i did notice that there were different types of venders there. There wear venders who sold the fruits there were others who sold&amp;nbsp;jewelry&amp;nbsp;and some who sold food that was already made and they would also sell plants there as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;2. Which items were cheaper than you expected? Which were more expensive?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - I thought that everything was cheap but i did notice as well that any type of berry was more expensive at the farmers market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;3. Do you think you will start going to a farmers market more often? Or using a community garden? Or supporting a CSA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - I think i will want to go to a farmers market because the produce looked more appealing &amp;nbsp;to me than produce at a regular supermarket. and because i know that it would be better for me and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;4. How do these locations fit into our essential questions of " Why Don't People Live More Sustainably?" and " How Can I Convince Them To Do So?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - I think that these locations fit perfectly into those questions because after going to a community garden or a CSA or a farmers market you actually think why don't we live more sustainable and we know that the food is better but we still don't buy the food .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-2225546335973402349?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2225546335973402349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/05/sustainability-visit.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/2225546335973402349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/2225546335973402349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/05/sustainability-visit.html' title='Sustainability Visit'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/TCO2nzETUVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7Ng9tHMu6jc/s72-c/0513001747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-1551251281146389597</id><published>2010-04-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:06:41.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking These Ideas Out !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://hungrywoolf.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/foodinc.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;has struck you ?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have stuck me in the readings of My Ishmael and the Food Inc documentary. In the Food Inc&amp;nbsp;documentary&amp;nbsp;i was shocked about everything. The documentary was showing us things that we actually needed to know about what we were eating in our everyday life. The thing that most struck me in this video was when a mother went to court because her child died from eating meat. In the book My Ishmael is when&amp;nbsp;Ishmael&amp;nbsp;talks about how we live because it is the truth that he is mentioning in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree or Disagree with the concepts ? why or why not ?&lt;br /&gt;I agree with everything because we do have a right to know what we are eating and we also have the right to eat the better quality. i agree with everything that&amp;nbsp;Ishmael&amp;nbsp;talk about because we do live very poorly and don't make the right decisions at some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you apply them to the real world ?&lt;br /&gt;Well you can do many things but i think that the first thing that we should is do is make better food choices for ourselves. It will be the same concept for My Ishmael but instead we need to make better lifestyle choice for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-1551251281146389597?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1551251281146389597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-these-ideas-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/1551251281146389597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/1551251281146389597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-these-ideas-out.html' title='Talking These Ideas Out !'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-5987348785289304893</id><published>2010-04-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:46:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze Dialectic Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.topdriversignals.com/Student/images/Girl%20in%20Class.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="https://www.topdriversignals.com/Student/images/Girl%20in%20Class.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Quote: " Test scores are lousy. The schools don't prepare people for jobs. The schools don't prepare the people to have a good life. I suppose some people would say that the schools &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;give us some survival value. we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;be able to be successful when we graduate."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Response: The thing that strikes me about this passage is that kind of&amp;nbsp;true&amp;nbsp;but then if then if you actually think about it schools do in a way help you get ready for the future.But when it comes to the survival they don't teach us about any of that they may just ask us like usual " what would you take to a deserted island ?" Julie is right we should be able to be successful when we graduate so we could feel confident when we go out in the world on our own by ourselves. I found this quote very interesting because I &amp;nbsp;agree with with it 100 %&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-5987348785289304893?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5987348785289304893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-daze-dialectic-journal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/5987348785289304893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/5987348785289304893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-daze-dialectic-journal.html' title='School Daze Dialectic Journal'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-5799457728990812858</id><published>2010-02-10T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:03:48.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>WiNNiNG iSN'T EVERyTHiNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S3MpZ5w6_7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ktBzS3I1-M/s1600-h/girls-holding-hands-bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S3MpZ5w6_7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ktBzS3I1-M/s320/girls-holding-hands-bw.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hi my name is Holly, and I am 8 years old with golden brown hair and sapphire blue eyes that sparkle like the sea just like my mother's. Today I am going to be telling you about a story of when I was a professional pie eater at the county fair. My parents are very wealthy, and my father was also a pie eater like me and that's why I started getting into competitions with my father, but unfortunately my father died when I was 6 years old which has been a tragedy for me and my mom. I have been with my mother only since that time but me and her had our good times before she entered me into the young singles pie eating competitions. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I used to be in competitions with my father, and that was the best year of my life since I got to spend time with him. We would always practice whenever my mom used to make pies for us, but then we would only leave one pie for all of us to enjoy together. We were all once a very happy family but ever since my father died the only thing that matters to my mom is me winning the competitions. So whenever I have a competition I am always focused on what I am supposed to do, which is really easy, all I have to do is eat a giant pie faster than the competitors which is kind of easy for a little girl. The only type of pie that I would eat is cherry pie it reminds me of my father because that was his favorite scent of all. Now I am going to take you back to the day that I was poisoned at the fair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP !”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ UGHH I DON'T WANT TO WAKE UP 5 MORE MINUTES PLEASE !” even though no one could hear me because I was deep inside my covers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ Holly sweetie wake up it's time for you to get up or else you are going to be late for the county fair competition.” announced my mother in a strict tone of voice. My mom means the world to me, because she is the only person who I have left in my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ Mother please 5 more minutes !” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ No Holly, lets go come on get up.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ Okay mother I'm up, I'm up!” I answered with a very mummified tone of voice for waking up at the crack of dawn, even though it was more like 8am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ Holly are you up yet? If you are then come downstairs to eat breakfast.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ Yes mother I'm up I was just washing my face and hands.” I replied, even though I still looked like if I were dead from last night. I had bags under my eyes and I was flopping all over the place with a rotten look. No one would really expect this from me, because whenever I step out of my house I am always very well dressed with a nice little dress like the one I was wearing that day. A dark marine blue with little touches of red in it, and my hair up that had three little knobs and it would look like if I would have just came out of the salon. Everybody knew who I was because I am usually on the front page of a lot of newspapers and clippings. I am the youngest pie eater in the whole Southwest. From all of the people that I know only one person has hated my family, and his name is Andrew Fox. He never liked me or my father because we would always beat him and his daughter, Elizabeth, in the competitions to the rate that his eyes were filled with fury. He's always wanted revenge but I am guessing that he has forgot all about it and has put it in his past. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once I am done eating my breakfast I go back up the stairs with a unenthusiastic attitude. “THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP” are the only sounds coming from me. Once I get changed and all girlied up I am ready for my competition there is nothing that can really stand in my way of winning, because this would make my father proud and so may he rest in peace. Also for my mother who is there by my side all the time. Now it's the time to go to the competition that I have been waiting for. While I was coming downstairs all I could see was my mother's face brighten up with joy. She once told me that I reminded her of my father.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ Holly you look great , come on lets go sweetie or were going to be late.” So there we go headed out the door. We step into the car and I just sit and wait, and wait, and wait. Until I could see the fair. Once I see the fair in plain sight I roll down the window and I suddenly felt the fresh air against my face. The air would bring smells to me while the car was in motion. Pumpkins, squash, horses, gas, popcorn, cotton candy, and the best of all cherry pies that were freshly baked to smell but the only thing that I could think of during the car ride was my father and I would just wonder if he would be proud of me. The only sounds were crowds going wild in the tents, laughter from everyone having a good time, screams from the rides scaring the souls out of them and the words &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This was like my safe place and heaven. I stepped out of the car and I just smile but no words came out of my mouth in that moment, I needed to install my brain into the fair and the competition. I start walking towards my station where I was going to be eating, I couldn't wait until that pie was mine. I was so nervous that me and my mom went to walk around the fair and look at the different booths, and play a few games, but during the time I was doing this the organizers were already setting up for the competition. When the organizers left for a little while someone had poisoned my pie and no one had any idea who it was. I start going back because I knew it was time for me to get back for the contest so I could get into my place and be ready. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had turned around and saw that Andrew Fox and his daughter were there at the competition as well, so I had found out that his daughter was competing against me so we all had an awkward moment of silence. When one of the organizers had said that one minute was left until the competition started my heart just started racing faster and faster. I thought that my heart was going to jump out of my chest, but I was lucky enough that it didn't. Then the words of the moment arrived “ARE YOU, GET SET, EAT !” So there I go eating my pie as fast as I could but then I start feeling nauseous and when I look up I can't see anything because it was way to blurry and I felt that I was going to just collapse. That's when I had fainted. But the weird part was that I could still hear stuff that was going around me but I couldn't talk . All I could hear was &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ CALL 911 AND SAY THAT A LITTLE GIRL FAINTED !” and my mom just repeating &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “ HOLLY, HOLLY WAKE UP SWEETIE WAKE UP !” with a high pitched voice that sounded like if she was going to faint as well but she was just crying with a lot of desperation. The next thing that I knew was that I woke up in the hospital and my mom was next to me crying her sapphire blue eyes out which had turned into rivers flowing through her face. She had told me everything that had happened that day she had said that I was in a coma for two days and that I had fainted because I was poisoned. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At that moment, Andrew Fox had came in to my room with a guilty face and my mom had asked him if he needed something but there was no reply. He could only say two words I'm sorry and we would just kept asking why but no response would come out of his mouth. Until he came clean saying that he was the one who had poisoned my pie so I could lose and so that his daughter could win for once in her life. He just begged for our forgiveness, but I said “ I'll forgive but you still need to earn our trust back and Mr. Fox winning isn't everything.” The only thing that I could say to my mom when Mr. Fox left was that I was fortunate that I didn't die because then she would be left on earth all alone and that we should be grateful that we had each other and that my father would be very proud of us because we would never be inseparable. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two years passed and Mr. Fox had died in a tragic car accident and to this day his daughter is in a wheelchair and may remain in one for the rest of her life. I know how it feels to lose your father. One day she came to me saying that she knows my pain since she lost her father. We are getting along now so we may just hope that we are going to become friends. I had told her the same thing I told her father which my father had mentioned to me as well “ Winning isn't everything”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;ZiiNE LiiNk: &lt;a href="http://students.hthma.hightechhigh.org/%7Ejleon/zine-jocelyn-karina-adriana-lenia.pdf"&gt;http://students.hthma.hightechhigh.org/~jleon/zine-jocelyn-karina-adriana-lenia.pdf &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-5799457728990812858?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5799457728990812858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/02/winning-isnt-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/5799457728990812858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/5799457728990812858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/02/winning-isnt-everything.html' title='WiNNiNG iSN&apos;T EVERyTHiNG'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S3MpZ5w6_7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ktBzS3I1-M/s72-c/girls-holding-hands-bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-8248167305779279179</id><published>2010-01-13T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:02:11.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>YOUR GUiDE T0 THE YEAR IN SCiENCE : 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. I chose an article about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;NASA's Chandra X-Ray Observatory Captures Star Torn Apart by Black Hole. This article talks about an observatory taking a look at a star that has been ripped apart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;by an intermediate-mass black hole in space.This falls into the Space category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. I&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;really think that it is a big deal to know about this only that I though that it was fascinating to see that stars could actually be ripped apart by a black hole and still exist. Probably in the future the black hole that are formed maybe all of the stars may be ripped apart and then the stars are going to loose the uniqueness, shine and many more&amp;nbsp;extravagant&amp;nbsp;things about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. Probably nothing is going to occur this year of 2010 but possibly things might occur in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. &amp;nbsp;I am not quit sure of what were some of the obstacles during the&amp;nbsp;process of while the star was being ripped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S06jSXdU-oI/AAAAAAAAADs/oSrZAf9reUQ/s1600/ripped+star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S06jSXdU-oI/AAAAAAAAADs/oSrZAf9reUQ/s640/ripped+star.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. The next article that i chose was about contact lenses that change color when your glucose levels get higher or drop. This would fall into the nanotechnology category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. I think that this topic is very interesting because for the people who are diacbetic it would be very helpful becuase they would not have to worry about bringing their glucometer with them everywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. Probably since this invention is new nothing might not happen to it but i am pretty sure that in the near future something might go wrong with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. I am not quite sure what were the obstacles and setbacks of this invention.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="imagecache imagecache-article_image_large" src="http://www.popsci.com/files/imagecache/article_image_large/articles/800px-Contact_Lens_Ayala.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(222, 222, 222); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; font-family: inherit; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S0asAkpaECI/AAAAAAAAADk/zdq0IoIxek4/s320/imgres.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1- &amp;nbsp;First goal is to not procrastinate as much as i did last semester and turn in all of my work the day it is suppose to be turned in not late the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Second goal is to not fraternize with my friends as much when it comes to individual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Third goal is participate more in the seminars and the wex writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-6632169001604879273?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6632169001604879273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/01/semester-goals-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/6632169001604879273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/6632169001604879273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/01/semester-goals-2010.html' title='SEMESTER GOALS 2010'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/S0asAkpaECI/AAAAAAAAADk/zdq0IoIxek4/s72-c/imgres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-4241002588316655279</id><published>2010-01-05T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:48:31.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TiME TRAVELERS REFLECTiON</title><content type='html'>Project Description:&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What was the assignment? Describe it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment was to learn about a specific civilization. For example I got Ancient Athens .&amp;nbsp; In this project we had to do a research paper about a specific pillar that was decided by the group and each person had a different pillar to write about another example was that i got Art &amp;amp; Architecture and in the research paper we had to write why was that pillar so important or non important to your civilization. Then we had to draw and then paint something&amp;nbsp;relevant to your civilization and your pillar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process: &lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What steps did you take to get to the final product?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to take many steps to my final product of my research paper. The most important thing to that was the drafting and revision and following the format that the teacher had gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What did you learn?&lt;br /&gt;I learned many things about the art and architecture of Athens and how it was used in that civilization.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What challenges did you encounter?&lt;br /&gt;I think that a challenge that i encountered was compelling all the information into one piece of writing for my research paper.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What would you do the same or different?&lt;br /&gt;I think that i would change my research paper so it could be more thorough and could make more sense and so everything can flow through.&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How will this help you later?&lt;br /&gt;It would help me a lot in the future when i am in a higher grade level in High school and would also help me when i proceed to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artifact:&lt;br /&gt;- A physical piece of evidence that shows the project and its components.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-4241002588316655279?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4241002588316655279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/01/t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/4241002588316655279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/4241002588316655279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2010/01/t.html' title='TiME TRAVELERS REFLECTiON'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-9188511983780815119</id><published>2009-11-09T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:09:14.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero in my eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>HERO iN MY EYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SvjYxlwTAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/uqerZ0yxj_U/s1600-h/blahhhb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SvjYxlwTAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/uqerZ0yxj_U/s320/blahhhb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402306099490783938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;My Techy Kookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;By : Jocelyn León&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enrique León just may be a regular guy to others but to me he is my older brother. My brother is tall, with black hair and brown eyes. Though many words could describe him, I think that there is one in particular that stands out, which is &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. Enrique was seventeen and a senior in High Tech High International. The day of all days in his life that I have been part of I think that his high school graduation is what inspires me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saturday June 20th 9am. The day of the graduation. Here we all are on the green moist lawn in the middle of High Tech High and High Tech Middle. The sky was gray and gloomy like if it were Halloween night. The mood overall was very overwhelming because everyone knew it was time to let their kids go and explore the world on their own. Once I saw my brother come out of the building to take a seat on the stage I had a flashback from four years ago when he was graduating from the eighth grade. He was once walking out of the door as a boy but now walking out   as a man into the real world on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is time, time for the graduation to start. All you could see on the stage was the board of directors of High Tech High and all the seniors of High Tech High International. This day may be the most scariest yet happiest day of a teenager's life. Scary because they are going to start a whole new life on their own, happy because they are done with high school and off to college. From this point of the ceremony while I was thinking this all the board of directors and part of the students were saying that each one of those students who were graduating that day were pushing themselves to get to that point of their lives and that they did a good job and that they could not also believe that they were once freshman but now the graduating class of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;When that was all over it was time to give the diplomas out to the students. This is the point when all the students and parents start getting emotional because like I say, their baby boy or girl is leaving the coop. I would get emotional because I could not believe that I was seeing with my own two eyes that my brother is graduating and going off to college and pursuing his dream of getting his Masters in Computer/Electrical Engineering and I admire him for this. He had made me, my sister and my parents proud to be the first high school graduate and the first to go to college. Now it is my turn to go through the path of the four years of high school.  The time of pain has come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My brother was the last one on his side to get his diploma but then the waiting was over he was now walking the aisle of chances. When I saw him at the podium the same flashback came to me  when he was a boy graduating from the eighth grade and now is a man graduating from high school.    My brothers words of this whole day were, "It's finally over; it's finally begun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-9188511983780815119?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/9188511983780815119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-in-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/9188511983780815119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/9188511983780815119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-in-my-eyes.html' title='HERO iN MY EYES'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SvjYxlwTAsI/AAAAAAAAADU/uqerZ0yxj_U/s72-c/blahhhb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-8333952488426729176</id><published>2009-11-09T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:15:54.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERO PROJECT REFLECTiON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SvjagaJ-laI/AAAAAAAAADc/yC_wy35NY4o/s1600-h/kikeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SvjagaJ-laI/AAAAAAAAADc/yC_wy35NY4o/s320/kikeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402308003342751138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think that someone becomes a hero by just being there for you and being a big part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hero In My Eyes project was a project about writing a story of a specific moment of a person. The person who you are writing about is about a person that is alive and is part of your life and when they had became a hero to you in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of this project for me was very difficult because i was very behind because i had gotten sick then i had started the project very late than others and then i would not have turned in my drafts so i was way behind than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that in order for someone to be a hero they don't have to be like superman or batman they just have to be a hero in your own eyes. the challenges that I encountered was finding and choosing a specific moment of when my brother had become my hero. I think I would keep my moment because I thought it was a powerful and emotional moment. I think this will help me later because maybe in the future i will asked the same question and I will already know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have chosen wonder, because I would think that someone would come up to me and ask me why? , why my brother ? why was this day so inspiring to you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hero Character Sketch : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-in-my-eyes.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-in-my-eyes.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-in-my-eyes.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-8333952488426729176?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8333952488426729176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-project-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/8333952488426729176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/8333952488426729176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-project-reflection.html' title='HERO PROJECT REFLECTiON'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SvjagaJ-laI/AAAAAAAAADc/yC_wy35NY4o/s72-c/kikeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-689235713889117276</id><published>2009-11-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:13:49.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiTERARY DEViCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Su_JAHKhH9I/AAAAAAAAADA/LpOubfOawwA/s1600-h/isp_BoyGirlHug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Su_JAHKhH9I/AAAAAAAAADA/LpOubfOawwA/s320/isp_BoyGirlHug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399755482000859090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); line-height: 17px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;atching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. After the others she was with leave and stays there with one guy. There she goes all brave and mighty then she grabs her skirt and sits very lady like with a graceful pose right in front of him. For a moment there is just silence then they both try to break it with just one word " hey. " Those friends who had "left" were really just a block away just watching them because it was a setup for them to talk , it may had been mean but nice at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In there minds i think that all can go through was them saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"this was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Su_JFvECsJI/AAAAAAAAADI/VYeSyutXjQ8/s320/1473978tx6z3icu99.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399755578610462866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;piece of cake" even though it is so cliché. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now at these very moments Angela and Juan were socializing and getting to know each other very well but then out of now where Juan just says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;your eyes are like the seven seas glistening with the warm sunsets of the beaches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When Angela had heard this she just got speechless and started to get tears in her eyes with a lot of emotion that is just when they had realized the hidden love between them that they never got to express before until that moment. This may as well is the moment she will say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" you are the light of my life ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and they both stared into each other eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;amorously and gave each other a hug like if it the last one in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/750116205652459792-689235713889117276?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/689235713889117276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/literary-devices.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/689235713889117276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/689235713889117276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/11/literary-devices.html' title='LiTERARY DEViCES'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Su_JAHKhH9I/AAAAAAAAADA/LpOubfOawwA/s72-c/isp_BoyGirlHug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-6344557701024900873</id><published>2009-10-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:20:25.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vignettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>GRADUATiON DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Ssv6ymFGc5I/AAAAAAAAACo/QF8QNoUjs-Q/s1600-h/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Ssv6ymFGc5I/AAAAAAAAACo/QF8QNoUjs-Q/s320/grad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389677126201275282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;This was a big day for many teens in San Diego. It was the day when I was graduating from Robert Fulton Elementary. When I woke up that morning at 5 am, I had thought that this was one of the most hectic and chaotic days of my life. Why? Well it was one of the most hectic and chaotic day because when I woke up all I could hear in my head was myself screaming my head off.  At this point I was very nervous and turning into a rotating pool of emotions and every other minute I would go to the la la land of thinking. I was going to this place so I could just think how my life was going to be after my graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time of my rotating emotions that had been going around like if was uncontrollable. The first emotion that I had to fight off was nervous, this emotion was the one that made me go into a total wreck. I started thinking “oh my god oh my god oh my god” and started getting those chills up your spine like you had just stepped into a cold shower in the middle of winter. I was getting paranoid  for no reason but those words just kept on coming coming like the chain mail text messages that everyone despises to send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going through all of my reckless emotions I started wondering again What is going to happen after this? No one can answer that but then neither can I. When I was always finished spacing out from la la land I would get these shivers up my spine like I have just been out in the cold in Alaska.  But when the last time I had spaced out I was thought about walking down the steps the and imagining myself tumbling down, but then I was saying to myself that I was just to paranoid and thinking irrationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the graduation I felt that I accomplished 6 years of elementary school and that I was going to progress in my life. That day was the most special and learned that you cant have everything you want in life. If you wanted something then you are gonna have to work your way to earn it because everything is not going to be just given to you in the palm of your hands. Someone had told me that life is work no matter what and you can not escape from it or give up from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-6344557701024900873?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6344557701024900873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/6344557701024900873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/6344557701024900873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-day.html' title='GRADUATiON DAY'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Ssv6ymFGc5I/AAAAAAAAACo/QF8QNoUjs-Q/s72-c/grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-8983414252916886057</id><published>2009-10-05T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:17:11.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>SENSORY DETAiL : SOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;LiNK : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretnoble.net/blog/bowed_psaltery/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://margaretnoble.net/blog/bowed_psaltery/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Ssv48QvmjBI/AAAAAAAAACg/jVS3dg3mSxQ/s1600-h/blah+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Ssv48QvmjBI/AAAAAAAAACg/jVS3dg3mSxQ/s320/blah+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389675093249395730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if I were in a sea of violins flooding and crowding all over me but then I could just imagine that I was on the titanic next to the string orchestra playing there romantic soft melodies.The way this instrument plays is like if you were in a dream of wonders just prancing by your mind every other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-8983414252916886057?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8983414252916886057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensory-detail-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/8983414252916886057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/8983414252916886057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensory-detail-sound.html' title='SENSORY DETAiL : SOUND'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/Ssv48QvmjBI/AAAAAAAAACg/jVS3dg3mSxQ/s72-c/blah+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-318822541777707065</id><published>2009-10-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:15:48.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>THE LOCKER PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;When me and my group had finished figuring out the answer for the locker problem we had at last said that there were 31 perfect squares in 1,000. There are 31 perfect squares because 31^2 = 961 is the largest that can fit into 1,000. When we were figuring this out we had tried 32^2 but it had came out to be larger than 1,000. When me and my group had saw that only 31 perfect squares could fit into 1,000 we were very impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jocelyn/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SsV9sxc0uzI/AAAAAAAAACY/0O4bpUvhkVU/s1600-h/locker+problem+graph.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 428pt;" width="571" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 92pt;" width="123"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 48pt;" span="7" width="64"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 92pt;" width="123" height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Locker Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" str="# 1 " width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td style="width: 48pt;" width="64"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;# 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;First Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Second Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Third Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fourth Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" str="Fifth Student " height="17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fifth   Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O = Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;C = Closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;X = Not touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-318822541777707065?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/318822541777707065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/10/locker-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/318822541777707065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/318822541777707065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/10/locker-problem.html' title='THE LOCKER PROBLEM'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-3078104864478312789</id><published>2009-09-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:32:11.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>ORDER OF OPERATiONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1.  ( 5 + 10 ) - 8 + 2                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   ( 18 - 10 ) + 23 - 4                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    68 x 12  + 23 - 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-3078104864478312789?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3078104864478312789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-of-operations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/3078104864478312789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/3078104864478312789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-of-operations.html' title='ORDER OF OPERATiONS'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-3255133610649781688</id><published>2009-09-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:52:21.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>FAVORiTE FiCTiONAL HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqXU1n3sL0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XYa572-NGl0/s1600-h/speak-film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqXU1n3sL0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XYa572-NGl0/s320/speak-film.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378939347664645954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MY FAVORiTE FiCTiONAL HERO iS A GiRL NAMES MELiNDA SORDiNO FROM A BOOK CALLED SPEAK . THiS GiRL iS ONE OF MY FiCTiONAL HERO BECAUSE iN THiS BOOK THE STORY SOUNDS THAT iT WOULD HAD BEEN BASED ON A GiRL STARTiNG HiGH SCHOOL AS A FRESHMAN AND THAT SHE WAS AN OUTCAST BECAUSE SOMETHiNG HAD OCCURRED DURiNG THEiR SUMMER VACATiON THAT HAD AFFECTED ALL OF HER FRiENDSHiPS TO BE RUiNED.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i PUT HER AS MY FiCTiONAL HERO BECAUSE WHEN i WAS READiNG THE BOOK i THOUGHT THAT iT HAD A HUGE iMPACT ON ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAD BEEN GOiNG TO THROUGH THE SAME EXPERiENCE AND HAD SUFFERED A LOT AS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS SPECiAL BECAUSE iN THE END SHE HAD SHOWED EVERYONE THAT SHE WAS RiGHT AND THAT PEOPLE HAD KNOWiNG HER AS AN OUTCAST AND NOT AS HERSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-3255133610649781688?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3255133610649781688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-fictional-hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/3255133610649781688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/3255133610649781688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-fictional-hero.html' title='FAVORiTE FiCTiONAL HERO'/><author><name>jOSS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09081748855287111660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqNMvWXe1WI/AAAAAAAAABo/WnZWh57pUr8/S220/jejejejje.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqXU1n3sL0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XYa572-NGl0/s72-c/speak-film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-750116205652459792.post-7085128806605440477</id><published>2009-09-04T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:10:20.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>WHAT iS MATH ? WHAT iS PHYSiCS ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqXK8aVNUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/VcnFtTnYP9g/s1600-h/phy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPj6PZ5TA78/SqXK8aVNUPI/AAAAAAAAACI/VcnFtTnYP9g/s400/phy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928469173162226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DOES iT MEAN TO DO MATH ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*DOiNG MATH iS SOMETHiNG THAT YOU LEARN WHEN YOU ARE iN SCHOOL AND THAT iT HELPS YOU iN THE FUTURE WiTH WORK,BiLLS,MORTGAGE , ETC. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT DOES MATH LOOK LiKE?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*WELL i REALLY DONT KNOW HOW EXPLAiN HOW MATH LOOKS LiKE MATH HAS NUMBERS AND SHAPES ETC. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHERE DO YOU FiND MATH?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*YOU CAN FiND MATH  ALMOST EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHO USES MATH?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*EVERYONE iN THE WORLD  USES MATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHAT iS PHYSiCS ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i PERSONALLY DONT KNOW WHAT PHYSiCS iS BUT i THINK iT iS LiKE DiSCOVERiNG KNEW EXPERiMENTS OR iMPROViNG  EXPERiMENTS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ARE WE DOiNG PHYSiCS ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i THiNK THAT WE ARE NOT DOiNG PHYSiCS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHERE CAN YOU FiND iT?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;iN EXPERiMENTS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WHO USES iT?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i THiNK THAT  SCiENTiST USE  PHYSiCS AND STUDENTS AS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/750116205652459792-7085128806605440477?l=jocelynleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7085128806605440477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/7085128806605440477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/750116205652459792/posts/default/7085128806605440477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynleon.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='WHAT iS MATH ? 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YUMMii &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE TO WRiTE SONGS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE MUSiC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i HATE TEXTiNG CAUSE i WOULD RATHER TALK ON THE PHONE xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE WEDDiNGS&amp;lt;3 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE JAMAiCA AND HORCHATA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY EYES ARE GREENiSH AND NOT BROWN JUST TO LET YOU KNOW AND THEY ALSO CHANGE COLOR FROM TiME TO TiME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY FAVORiTE FOODS ARE CHiLAQUiLES AND SPAGETTi &amp;lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE TO TAKE PHOTOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE RASPADOS !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LiKE TO WATCH TELENOVELAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LiKE TO SiNG A LiTTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE TO LAUGH AND TALK WiTH MY FRiENDS AND FAMiLY LiKE ALL THE TiME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i WAS BAPTiZED iN  MEXiCO D.F.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i HAD MY 3 ANOS AND MY FiRST COMMUNiON iN GOMEZ PALACiO , DURANGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i LOVE TO GO SHOP AND GO TO THE MOViES WiTH MY FRiENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i HATE iT WHEN MY ROOM iS DiRTY BUT SOMETiME i AM JUST TO LAZY TO CLEAN iT UP xD jAjAjAjAjA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHEN i GROW UP i WOULD WANT TO BE A  DOCTOR , PHOTOGRAPHER , WEDDiNG PLANNER ,iNTERiOR DESIGNER OR A PASTRY CHEF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i HAVE 15 FAVORiTE BANDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY FAVORiTE VACATiON SPOTS ARE PUERTO VALLARTA AND MANZANiLLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 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