tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86655443211923662892024-03-19T04:48:05.511-05:00BerganThis is my English 2 blog. We will use this for assignments.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-65781109073287762009-03-13T10:54:00.002-05:002009-03-13T10:58:05.776-05:00Fun ThingPick the month you were born:<br />January-------I kicked<br />February------I loved<br />March--------I karate chopped<br />April----------I licked<br />May----------I jumped on<br />June----------I smelled<br />July-----------I did the Macarena With<br />August--------I had lunch with<br />September----I danced with<br />October-------I sang to<br />November-----I yelled at<br />December-----I ran over<br /><br />Pick the day (number) you were born on:<br />1-------a birdbath<br />2-------a monster<br />3-------a phone<br />4-------a fork<br />5-------a snowman<br />6-------a gangster<br />7-------my mobile phone<br />8-------my dog<br />9-------my best friends' boyfriend<br />10-------my neighbor<br />11-------my science teacher<br />12-------a banana<br />13-------a fireman<br />14-------a stuffed animal<br />15-------a goat<br />16-------a pickle<br />17-------your mom<br />18-------a spoon<br />19------ - a smurf<br />20-------a baseball bat<br />21-------a ninja<br />22-------Chuck Norris<br />23-------a noodle<br />24-------a squirrel<br />25-------a football player<br />26-------my sister<br />27-------my brother<br />28-------an iPod<br />29-------a surfer<br />30-------a homeless guy<br />31-------a llama<br /><br />What is the last number of the year you were born:<br />1--------- In my car<br />2 --------- On your car<br />3 ----------- In a hole<br />4 ----------- Under your bed<br />5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle<br />6 --------- sliding down a hill<br />7 --------- in an elevator<br />8---------- at the dinner=2 0table<br />9 -------- In line at the bank<br />0 -------- in your bathroom<br /><br />Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:<br />White---------because I'm cool like that.<br />Black---------because that's how I roll.<br />Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.<br />Red-----------because the voices told me to.<br />Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want.<br />Green---------because I think I need some serious help.<br />Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!<br />Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.<br />Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.<br />Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.<br />Brown---------because I can.<br />Other----------because I'm a Ninja!<br />None----------because I can't control myself!<br /><br />I danced with a phone on your car because I think I need some serious help.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-75725176140326323462009-03-13T10:48:00.002-05:002009-03-13T10:54:18.114-05:00Spring BreakWow, I have never been more ready for spring break in my life. This week I'm going to catch up on sleep and go sking with my family and the Richards. Yes, I know what your thinking how can such a clumsy person like me ski. Well I just so happen to love skiing ( its the only sport I'm really good at). One reason that I love skiing is that your losing weight ha ha but the other thing is the chair lift. The chair left is a place were you can just talk to the person your with and sometimes laugh at the other skiers who fall flat on their faces. Well in all this to say my perfect spring break would be to go skiing in Cananda with my famiy and the Richards, but we all know thats a big fat chance.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-87120188058022572592009-01-29T09:46:00.003-06:002009-01-29T09:53:30.455-06:00Human Interest<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I have always been interested in the Civil War and most of all the women that took part in this war, so here are some stories of American Women.</span><br /><br /><br />When Marian Green's boyfriend enlisted in the 1st Michigan Engineers and Mechanics regiment in fall of 1861, she saw him off to war in December. Unable to bear being away from him, she arranged with a certain surgeon to enlist in a detachment recruited for the regiment and, in summer 1862, joined the regiment along with many other new recruits. (One suspects this sort of "arrangement" may have happened more than once.)<br /><br />That fall the boyfriend was taken ill and he was sent to hospital. A couple of days later Green showed up at his bedside, remaining for months to nurse him and other patients. She had kept her sex a secret as a soldier in the regiment, but the boy wrote to her parents informing them of her presence and the parents arranged for her return home. Later when a portion of the regiment returned to Detroit for discharge, Marian met her boyfriend there and they were married.<br /><br />As in the case of Mary and Molly Bell, the officers sometimes knew that one of their soldiers was a woman, but let them continue in service. "Charles H. Williams," a woman whose real name is not known, served three months in Company I of an early Iowa regiment. She was discovered when mustered out with the regiment.<br /><br />She was described in newspaper reports as having small and rather delicate hands, large and lustrous eyes, and jet black hair. "She was born in Davenport where her mother now resides," the newspaper said. "Capt. Cox learned her sex but allowed her to remain."<br /><br /><br />Some women went out of the way to practice acting "masculine" in order to conceal their gender. Loreta Janeta Velazquez wore a false mustache and practiced a swagger. She also wore a chain-metal corset-like affair to disguise her form. In her memoirs she reports ruefully that her specially designed outfit kept getting "out of order" and she was frequently stopped and questioned.<br /><br />Once while in jail in Lynchburg, Virginia, under suspicion of being a woman, she propped her feet up on a windowsill, turned her head and spat just as some unfriendly visitors arrived at her jail cell, in order to convince them she was not a woman.<br /><br />Mrs. Frances Clayton allegedly served in a Minnesota regiment along with her husband. According to contemporary newspaper reports "the better to conceal her sex, she learned to drink, smoke, chew, and swear with the best, or worst, of the soldiers.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-18710228324416194592009-01-22T09:57:00.003-06:002009-01-22T11:08:34.985-06:00Alphabet Story<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">A</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">lph, was a young boy who was very</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> callow</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> and extremely curious.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">B</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ecause of his curisosity he would soon find him self in trouble. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">C</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ole, was one of Alph's best friends but unlike alph,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">C</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ole was very timid and his hazel eyes would never look directly at you. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">D</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">uck, shouted Alph as a big stick slung just a inch away from Cole's head. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"E</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">eeeeeee... ugh.... quit throwing stuff at me, and maybe you should grow up."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"F</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ooey on you!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"G</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">osh Cole all you do is complain and it usally gets me in trouble. "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">H</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">uff and puff all you want, but you will never learn to grow up ALPH. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> hope your happy Cole you just made my heart rate go up.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> "J</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ust shut up it just so happens that you don't even know what that is means grumbled Cole . </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"K</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">eep it up", growled Alph and then his words suddenly stopped.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">L</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ook he motion his hand towards the Lake and there sat a golden duck. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> "O</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">h no " thought Cole. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">M</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ove commanded Alph.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">N</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">o, you don't, it's not safe wispered Cole with worried eyes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">P</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">lease, I like a little challange!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Q</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">uit... stop don't do it. "</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">R</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">espect me, he said as he was already in the lake half way to the golden duck.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">S</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">uddenly the wind picked up, and before Cole knew it Alph was under the water.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">o </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">detain </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">himself Cole from doing something </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">stupefied </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">he tought slowly before he made his decision. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">U</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">nlike Alph, Cole chould swim very well so he jumped in and started to paddle to the head that keep bobbing on top of the water. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">The </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">V</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ision of his friend drowning keep running threw his head, and he was growing very</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> vertigo </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">as he keep swimming farther and farther out onto the lake.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">aves from the wind started to grow more fierce but he finlly had reached Alph so he grabbed him and struggled to swim back to shore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">E</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">x</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">asted they lay there but when they got the strength to move they hugged each other, each knowing this was Alph's 1st lesson well learned.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Y</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">ou saved me Alph said as he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">pranced</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"> around Cole and thats when Cole relized that this was an amazing friendship.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Zip Zoom Buzz was all Cole Jr. heard as he slowly fell asleep to his father telling about his childhood stories. </span></div></div>Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-9177143504339798802009-01-14T10:02:00.003-06:002009-01-14T11:03:47.011-06:00A Dogs Life<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "> My life has been nothing but wonderful, I guess you could say that I was King of the dog pile. I live in the quaint town called Childress. My family consest of A big man with a smile on his face named Greg, next came his petite wife Kim, and last was their little girl with this curly blonde hair that would stick out in every way possible. She happen to be my favorit she was about 7 or so. Oh and my other family member was patches. He was well not what you would call masculine.<br />My Life though was soon about to change and this story would never be forgotten. Kim had left the gate open and my unmanly friend Patches, said that it would be fun if we went threw the forbidden gate. I knew it was wrong but it did sound fun. Patches keep begging and begging and soon the peer pressure was to much for this young K-nine and I gave in. Being outside of the gate was amazing but I did feel bad because I knew deep inside my family wouldn't like this. We walked around town for quit a bit then all of a sudden Patches was out of sight. I ran in a circle, I ran down the block and around the corner. He was now were to be found. Then it sank in " I was lost."So I did the only thing I could do but to keep walking and hoping that Patches would try to help my family find me. Soon the hours became days and the days became weeks. I knew that I had disapointed my family. My paws hurt I would have to rest often because they would bleed. My once pretty collie hair was know tangled and matted. " Oh what have I done " I thought to my self. <br />Menwhile unknown to me my family was looking for me everyday they would go out and call my name. They called the vet put adds in the paper but they chould never find me. One night after the weeks turned to months my family gave up except one person. My frizzy haired friend Bergan. On one sad night her parnents knew that she needed to know that I wasn't coming home again. Kim tucked her in bed and kissed her head and said "honey I need to tell you something Blue isn't coming home." She started blankly back at her and said "Mommy I have prayed every night since he left and I Know that God will bring him back to us." Kim slowly got up and walked out the door.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">I had walk apoun hundreds and hundreds of miles. My paws hurt I would have to stop often because they would bleed. My once When I could walk no longer I collasped on the porch of a random house. The cold concrett felt cool against my skin. My eyes were growing heavy and then before I knew it I was slowly slipping into a deep deep sleep.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">When I awoke I was inside the house. There was a bowl of water and food. I limped over to eat and ate. The food was wonderful and the water just hit the spot but the only thing that came to my mind was this... this wasn't my food, this wasn't my house . All I really wanted to was to be loved my family that I had disappointed. In the next room I heard a man on the phone . Then I heard a click of the phone and I knew the conversation was over. He slowly walked into the room and held out his hand for me to get his scent. He seemed nice and his scent wasn't half bad either. He bent down so his head was next to mine and whispered soft and low "your going home boy, your going home". My head tilted to the left had I heard him right or was I going crazy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Meanwhile at the Buckley house the phone rang usually everyone would sprint thinking it was a call about their lost compain. Kim slowly got up the phone was on its 3 ring then shock crossed her face never in her life will she be so surprised about she had just herd. There was a man on the phone who said he had our Blue Mearl Collie had he had walked all the way to Mangum Oklahoma. Kim made agraments for me to get bathed and groomed.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The sweet old man to me to a place were I was Bathed and groomed. Then all of a sudden the door flew open and there was my family . Bergan ran to me and bent eye level and just stared not knowing if it was really me. Then she flung her arms around me and gave me a hung "oh how I missed her hugs" , but wait there was one member of my family that wasn't here. Where was Greg? I ran all around the room hoping to find him but he was no were to be seen. Kim Shoved me in the back seat with Patches. It was even good to see him even though he was the case of al this. The drive home was long and I rested my head on Bergan's lap when I awoke we were in the down town of Childress right next to Greg's office. Then Kim tied a red bow on me. Thats when I relized that this was a surprise they hadn't told Greg they found me; I mean after all I was his dog. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As soon as the door opened to his office I ran threw. My heart was racing, my tail was wagging and thats when I spotted him, my master. His head was bent over his evening case he had just gotten. I let out a loud bark that came from within one that said Im home and I missed you. He slowly raised his head not wanting to get his hopes up and there I sat with my head tilted to the side as if to say "hey buddy long time no see". He sprinted over to me and hugged me tight.It was good to be home very, very, good.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"> Well thats my story. A story about how god works in weird ways, a story about how love and faith will always come </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">trough, a story about a lesson well learned. Oh and not to mention a cute dog.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><img src="webkit-fake-url://F6932655-BC68-4275-97B6-9C9EB7EF9D64/image.tiff" /></span></span></span></div>Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-16030550547553855062008-12-05T10:57:00.001-06:002008-12-05T11:01:54.934-06:00A Leason in Giving than Getting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwB8o5qcEPno9l78Gv2TJ1Dx8W5VwIeWZFPC2o6jKkyb3fjToPFzBWIZb-bNNgC_jeYWiuH-cvmDAjC0Xukc3pT8Blr5OC2zq6gM4hYKysSdGAxRsimZvJ3RdZs28l1ScYmoNCW5XZ2lE/s1600-h/presents"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwB8o5qcEPno9l78Gv2TJ1Dx8W5VwIeWZFPC2o6jKkyb3fjToPFzBWIZb-bNNgC_jeYWiuH-cvmDAjC0Xukc3pT8Blr5OC2zq6gM4hYKysSdGAxRsimZvJ3RdZs28l1ScYmoNCW5XZ2lE/s320/presents" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276352273675418802" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Christmas, wow I love the ring of that. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday every since I was little bitty. My Dad goes all out for Christmas and buys gifts all year around for this very special day. However I have a fond memory about a certain Christmas that was about 3 years ago. Were I learned that giving was greater than receiving. Janet Word had called my mom and said that the elementary school is giving 5 families $500 to shop for a needy family in our town. My mom explained and told what was going on and who our family was. I also learned that there was a girl in my grade that was part of this family. My mother and I took our car to Amarillo and went to Target to find gifts to make their Christmas the best it could be. I took special pride in picking out things for each person, and picturing how they would react when they open the gifts. After each member in the family had a couple of gifts of their own we headed back to Childress. Christmas Eve came and it was time to load up all the gifts and take it to our family. My dad had dressed up in a Santa Clause suit and was going to hand out the gifts. We pulled up to the small whited chipped house that was leaned to the side and dropped off my dad. Then pull up along side of another house to watch threw the warm golden window. It happened to be one of the sweetest most saddest thing I have ever witnessed as all these little girls are running up to my dad with warm sparkling eyes to see what dear old saint nick had brought them. After my dad was done he jogged back to the car and turned to my mother and I and he told us what all they had to said to him. He said that the littlest girl looked at him and whispered in a soft milotone voice " I love you Santa". As these words crossed threw my mind I realized that giving was much better than receiving.</span>Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-33990326007984253082008-11-07T10:37:00.002-06:002008-11-07T11:01:37.762-06:00Small Town LifeI really didn't know what to wright about and then it came to me. I should wright about the only thing I know and enjoy, it's my small town life. My friends are always talking about how they can't wait to get out of this town, but I disagree I want to go to college and move back. Have you ever seen the Andy Griffith Show? That is exactly what comes to my mind when I think of Childress Texas. This town has so many charters in it. Everyone knows everyone and someone is always smiling or waving at you and sometimes that change your whole outlook on that day. In all this to say I'm thankful for my little Texas town.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-52891679874978415522008-10-29T11:09:00.002-05:002008-10-29T11:16:42.399-05:00costumesI think that the school should let the students wear costumes. Yes, it was wrong of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Petryk</span> to wear that but its not fair to the other students who wore what they were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">supposed</span> to. I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Petryk</span> should not be allowed to wear one because he ruined his chance. I do understand that they school board just want to be on the safe side but in my point of view I think they shouldn't punish everyone for one<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> poor</span> decision that a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">immature</span></span> boy made.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-85323111639217060072008-10-27T10:38:00.002-05:002008-10-27T10:50:37.849-05:00Invisibility CloakInvisibility... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hmm</span> were would I go and what would I do? It took me a while to think about one place and I chose <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Childress</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">even thou</span> this is a small town there are lots of things we don't know about. I can just picture walking around down town on a fall day and pop my head into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">catus</span> rose and hear the latest gossip, or even sit in the mayor's office and hear about our little Texas town's worries. I could walk down the halls of each school and recall old memories and watch as other kids make their own, I would also enjoy going to the park and sitting on that old swing and watch as new mothers bring their children to play on the playground. The Being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">invisible</span> part might be fun for a little bit because you can just look from the outside in and think about what you have to be thankful for but on the other hand I really wouldn't enjoy it that much cause when it comes down to it all I want is to be loved and you really can't have that when no one can see you.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-88661341442000698292008-10-22T10:37:00.002-05:002008-10-22T10:58:18.453-05:00MemioriesWell, I have been blessed with a very good memory and one memory that comes to mind is my grandpa's funeral. I happened to only be 7 and so I really don't remember much before the funeral, but were my memory picks up my family is entering the First Babtist Church from a cold windy day that seem to make the day even more upsetting. We slowly walked down the ayl and all I remember was looking at all the pews fild with people, not one sit was empty so i just keep my eyes on that deep blue carpit and folowed in line with everyone else. Everyone slowly slid into the pews, I was sitted next to my mother and father, and to be honest I was sad but to a 7 year old you really don't know what was going on so I didn't show much emotion. Then it came time for my dad to stand in front of the whole church and talk about his father that he had been so close to. In my short little life I had never seen my dad cry NEVER and even after this day I still have not. He started out strong speaking of past memories then little by little his voice started to crack and his words were not as clear as they were a minute ago. Then I saw a tear slowly trickle down his check and then another one. Soon they were uncontroble and my dad just stood infront of the church and cried like no one was watching. Thats when I took in the whole effect of what was going on. My strong dad, was torn, hurt, and heartbroken, and each tear that fell made me feel as if my world was falling apart. Looking back on it now that must have been the strongest thing my dad has ever done, and i look up to him for that.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-9710437957735683602008-10-15T10:47:00.002-05:002008-10-15T10:59:10.045-05:00BONFIRESChildress Texas not having bonfires its hard to believe, ever since I was little I remember getting all bundled up and going out in to the October weather to see the tradial bobcat bonfire. I have always looked forward to it and i was really upset to hear that were not having it. I also know that the school and town are working hard to make the pariade a new tradtion, but it still doesn't compare to the bonfire. I thought it would be fun to spray paint a bunch of cars and then give the football players a big hammer and they chould go at the cars. If you don't get what i'm trying to say just think about the movie remember the titians it show a little clip of them doing that. In all this to say i'm upset that were not having a bonfire but hey not everything can float your boat.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-63609756604354248522008-10-14T10:36:00.005-05:002008-10-14T10:50:46.729-05:00a rule needed in life<span style="font-family:arial;">I wish there were a rule that said <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">no one could talk bad about somebody</span>. This would be a good rule because when you talk bad about somebody all you do is hurt that certain person. Think about it what good does it do besides build up <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">your own self <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">esteem</span></span></span> and <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">lower the other person's <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opion</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">themselves</span>. All your doing is mainly hurting your self because everyone that hears you talking bad about someone will all wonder in the<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> back of their mind</span>, if your <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">talking about them</span>, or if <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">your </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >spreading yet another rum</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">o</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">r</span></span>, if your <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">telling <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">their deepest darkest secrete</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">.</span> In all this to say we all just need a rule to say <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">keep our mouths shut </span>if all its gonna do is hurt someone!<br /></span>Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-4105665624573566672008-09-18T10:35:00.002-05:002008-09-18T10:45:37.542-05:00If I had to chose between being<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"> wealthy and ugly</span> or<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> beautiful and poor</span> I would have to chose being <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">poor and beautiful!</span> In my life my dad has taught me that you don't need money to make you happy. It depends on how you look at the situation and how your gonna handle it. All you need to make you happy in life is <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">friends</span>, <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">family</span>,<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> l</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">aughs</span> and <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">smiles</span>. Cause in reality somethings can't be bought, and those things are what truly matter.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-16109536832632939652008-09-16T10:40:00.002-05:002008-09-16T10:43:45.526-05:00Life in 10 years<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">My life in ten years wow, that’s weird to think about. I plan on going to college and find a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">good lookin rich guy and marry him!</span> Well, that’s <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">plan A</span> but in reality that’s not going to happen so I plan on<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>going to Texas Tech and becoming a teacher marrying the man of my dreams and move back to the small Texas town I have come to love <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Childress</span>. Im going to wake up every morning and sneak to the nusry and watch my children sleep<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>and hope that they will have as good of a childhood as I did. I plan<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>on sitting on the front porch talking to that sweet grey haired old man that i look up to so much (my dad), so i guess you could say that’s the life I envoy and plan to have!</p> <!--EndFragment-->Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-30542340180442096092008-09-11T10:41:00.002-05:002008-09-11T10:53:15.697-05:00The day 9/11 happened will always stay with me. I was in 3rd grade in Mrs. Longs class. It was early morning and Mrs. Long was writing on the board when the sub came in and slowly walked towards her and whispered something in her ear. Then everything grew silent, you could see the worry and surprise in her face, then she turned to glance at her class then flew out the door. All day we wondered why Mrs. Long had run out of class and not come back. The sub wouldn't tell us anything. I remember the hall being so quit and it was like everything was moving in slow motion. Later on that day my mother told me that these two big building were flew into by planes over taken by mean men out of our country, and they tried to fly into the pentagon, come to find out Mrs. Long's son works in the pentagon and she didn't know if he was okay or not! So for the rest of the night we watched the news about how our country was in trouble. I think that the terrist meant for it to hurt our country but we all came together to help each other so in my opion it made us stronger! I don't really know if were safe or not from terrorism but I know that we will always make it threw.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665544321192366289.post-90626383972782333152008-09-10T10:35:00.002-05:002008-09-10T10:41:34.823-05:00If I could chang something about my life...If I could change one thing about my life it would be that my cousins and I were about the same age. In my family on my dad's side I have 4 cousins 3 of them happen to be married and have kids and they are at lest 21 and older so when we have family gatherings we really don't click like most cousins do, but in all honesty my life is wonderful so i guess this is really the only thing i would change.Berganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13092189328002651342noreply@blogger.com0