<?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-9072820565487056157</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:27:31.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tone Of One Man And The Voice Of Four Ladies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. 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href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2011/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-637530661500239489</id><published>2008-05-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:08:11.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the student mind on homicide?</title><content type='html'>5/29/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interview with Shatikqua Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1: What is your definition of homicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1- Shatikqua: When a human being dies not from natural causes but dies from another human being or animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2: Why do you think people commit homicides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2-Shatikqua: Because they are at the top and they're depressed and they probably talked about doing it they 're whole life and finally did it thats why you have to watch out for people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3:What do you think be going through the killer head while they're doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A3-Shatikqua: They are  probably thinking why am I doing this or they just might not care they're probably thinking that they're doing the right thing it depends on why they got killed because sometimes it's an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4:What do you think drives them in to that crazy stage of commmiting the murder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A4- Shatikqua: People picking on them or trying to boss them around or alot of the times because they feel they're in control and when they're not that when they go to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5:Why do you think people commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A5- Shatikqua: They feel they're not loved and no one cares about them and they think theres no point of them living because they're no good to anyone life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6: Do  you think a killer can be changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A6- Shatikqua: Yes if they meet the almighty GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7: What do you think should happen to the killer? Do they deserve capital punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A7- Shatikqua: I think they should serve life behind bars. No because they're not getting punished they're just getting killed like they're victums and it's not exactly proving why they shouldn't kill because they're getting killed. They need to know what they did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with shatikqua with her definition of homicide. The answer she gave for Q2 was kind of what I would say but it's more to it. All murderer's don't think about killing they're whole life some do but not all. In my opinion I think it's because they want to feel like they're superior and that their in power and sometimes it's often an accident but some people try to cover it up because they feel as though know one would believ it's an accident. For question number four I also agree because if you read up on what psychologists says on it, it's alot similar to what Ms. Jones said when they feel they're not in power or they're being disrespectful they snap and don't think about it twice. For question number five I agree all the way suicide victums feel that they're not needed, loved or cared for/about. For question number six I disagree I think if a person kills someone purposely than they will kill again because if they feel thas what they have to do than they will do it over and over again. And I think they should think abouot what they did for the rest of they're life and rot in prison for it. Because capital punishment is letting them off easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview done by Delicia Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-637530661500239489?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/637530661500239489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=637530661500239489' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/637530661500239489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/637530661500239489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-in-student-mind-on-homicide.html' title='What in the student mind on homicide?'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8185019872894449348</id><published>2008-05-28T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:17:36.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Resources are the New</title><content type='html'>One type of renewable energy is Solar power.  Solar power is energy derived from the sun.   It is the most abundant source of energy on Earth&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;. (Global Warming) Solar Power sounds cheap but its solar panel to collect the energy is very expenseive equipment and very hard to put together.  The sun is very important to our planet because if their was no sun no oxygen no life  on earth.The sun is always around to provide energy tothe earth and the sun wont run out for along time so our generation is okay.                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; type of renewable energy is Wind power.  Wind power is the conversion of wind energy into more useful forms, usually electricity from using wind turbines.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Wind energy is ample, renewable, widely distributed, clean, and mitigates the greenhouse effect if used to replace fossil-fuel-derived lightning.   To make the power, the windmill captures the wind and spins a generator.   The generator then produces electricity.&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               (Global Warming)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wind energy is renewable cause wind does never die cause of the ocean trade winds.  Wind is caught by big wind turbines that spins a generator that does transfer electricity to many cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Another type of renewable energy is Geothermal power.  Geothermal uses the natural flow of heat from the earths core.   About half of the available energy is from natural radiation in the earths crust and mantle.  Geothermal and biomass are the only two renewable energies which need to be carefully managed in order to avoid local depletion. (Global Warming) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geothermal energy is great to use cause the heat would never be lost unless the earth blew up.  Geothermal power is bad to use cause their might be a loss of the radiation energy that is coming off the magma.  Geothermal power will not run out , there is a constant flow of magma under the earth's crust and in the earth's mantle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Hydropower is the capture of the energy of moving water for some useful purpose. Prior to the widespread availability of commercial electric power, hydropower was used for  irrigation, millingof grain,textile manufacture, and the operation of sawmills.(Global Warming)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hydro power is a great alternative source to use instead of our fossil fuels. Hydro power is made from running water, like Niagra Falls.  There is water turbines under the water  to run generators to push electricity into wires that travel to half the people in Western New York.  Hydro power was used to make many things work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Global Warming." &lt;u&gt;Wikimedia Foundation, Inc&lt;/u&gt; 5 Jun 2008 &lt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/renewable_resource&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-8185019872894449348?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8185019872894449348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8185019872894449348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8185019872894449348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8185019872894449348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/different-resources-are-new.html' title='Different Resources are the New'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7004923151764161229</id><published>2008-05-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:14:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Psychologists Says On Homicide!!!</title><content type='html'>Post #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/24/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://media.www.dailytexanonline.com/media/storage/paper410/news/2005/12/09/TopStories/Psychology.Professor.Studies.Evolutions.Role.In.Homicides-1126168.shtml&lt;br /&gt;As I went on my research game I wanted to get someone else opinion on reasonings for homicides. I found Professor David Buss opinion on murder and the research and facts he found. Buss argues that murder has evolved because killing certain people is beneficial to reproductive competition, which he says is a subconscious drive behind nearly all murders. Ok to many big words basically what he is saying is some people do it for the competition they don't care about the one in danger life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buss said the recent robbery and murder in West Campus could be a prime example of an assailant attempting to acquire material wealth, if that was his motive. According to evolutionary theory, material wealth or resources are extremely valued by the sex that invests greater time and energy into offspring - in the case of humans, that's women. And the research to that shooting that I found was video games. While these kids go through these shooting their minds are set to having them  think there in a video game when they're really doing there killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buss said, that the drive to murder in general is deeply and subconsciously rooted in reproductive competition. Having more resources enables an individual to appear more competitive as compared to another in the eyes of a prospective mate. "Murder has a lot to do with mating," Buss said. Yes and I agree. Like Buss said "murder has a lot to do with mating. As we all know with mating theres sometimes one more in control than the other. When someone kills at times it might be for protection but with others it's to show whose in control and whose the weak one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The old thinking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David also says that other criminal psychology theories "don't do a very good job of explaining the killing." Which I also agree. The words they be using be words they went to college to learn not the readers. So that means you have to sometimes break it down into more simplar word because not everyone uses those complex words. And it also seems as though other pyschologists  beats around the bush sometimes to make it sound interesting when indeed it does not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the early 1980s, murders were often classified by psychologists as "corruptions of the mind through media," Buss said. Studies of these theories have shown that murder rates do not correlate with the presence of media in cultures. Speaking of  media back in the 1980's according to my research was over exagerating what really happened. But it was a big deal back then also because not alot of murders went on back then at least not as many as today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dash, Dev. "Psychology professor studies evolution's role in homicides." 12/9/05. 29 May 2008 &lt;http://media.www.dailytexanonline.com/media/storage/paper410/news/2005/12/09/TopStories/Psychology.Professor.Studies.Evolutions.Role.In.Homicides-1126168.shtml&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ("Psychology professor studies evolution's role in homicides")&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7004923151764161229?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7004923151764161229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7004923151764161229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7004923151764161229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7004923151764161229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-psychologists-says-on-homicide.html' title='What Psychologists Says On Homicide!!!'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4465830979309357546</id><published>2008-05-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:50:28.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it pay off after going through alot in college</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blog#4&lt;br /&gt;So the next thing i want to know in my research is how much money you make a year. I know this sound like I'm in it just for the money but I'm not I'm actually interested in becoming a registered nurse. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; in mind that i want in my life as i get older so i have to know how much money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking at. I'm not going to change my career because of what they make a year but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; going to find out the amount. I was told that they make somewhere between 23-35 dollars a hour in buffalo which i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think is bad. I was also told if i plan on leaving after i get my degree that might be the best choice because you make more money and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to living a good life so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to have to look into that to make sure its the right information. I also know that if you attend college for 4years you can make more than a person who went to college for a 2year degree. I'm going to say that sounds about right because you should make more seeing that you did attend college longer. I did research and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it depends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;on where and what type of nursing. A staff nurse starts off in the hospital making about $18,000 a year. As a traveler, you will make about $30,000 a year. But it is said that some people clear over $100,000 a year, but on average about 35,000-40,000("Salary and pay rates").  So now i know how much they make and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; willing to continue on with my search I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a problem with the amount they make. I also think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to travel since they make more money and i wanted to travel once i got my life together anyway so this is working out for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How much does a nurse earn." Salary and pay rates. 22 May 2008 http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_much_money_does_a_nurse_earn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-4465830979309357546?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4465830979309357546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4465830979309357546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4465830979309357546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4465830979309357546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-it-pay-off-after-going-through.html' title='Will it pay off after going through alot in college'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8485650057022561037</id><published>2008-05-22T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:48:09.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Conclusion...</title><content type='html'>In conclusion I have come to realize that everyone is different. Everyone has there own limits of adventure. I always thought of my little brother, Cameron, as being "boring", but really his sense of adventure is just not as extreme as Terrelle and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people have fun in different ways, some more extreme than others.&lt;br /&gt;Terrelle and I are more extreme than Cameron, but we can all get together and still have fun. It's not how adventurous you are, but it's your own personal likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do agree with what Terrelle said, "I think it's [adventure] a faddish to see how far you can push yourself."&lt;br /&gt;And Cameron's definition of adventure is, "Pushing the limits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my research and personal interviews I have learned a lot about how to find information and how to get that information out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-8485650057022561037?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8485650057022561037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8485650057022561037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8485650057022561037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8485650057022561037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-conclusion.html' title='In Conclusion...'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-258201766447291495</id><published>2008-05-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:29:18.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking From A Different View.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Next  I  decided to interview my little brother,  Cameron, who is 16  years  old, but the exact opposite of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Terrelle&lt;/span&gt; and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q: Why don't you like motorcycles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; I like cars better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What do you fear the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Drowning&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q:  What is your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definition&lt;/span&gt; of  adventure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Pushing the limits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What was the most "dare devil" thing you did that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; (to you)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Riding a jet ski."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What else do you do that can be considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; (to you)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Skiing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q:  Where you ever scared of skiing? Did you ever have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; of being scared when skiing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Q: Do you think of your self as being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Woods, Cameron. Personal Interview. 21 May, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-258201766447291495?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/258201766447291495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=258201766447291495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/258201766447291495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/258201766447291495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/looking-from-different-view.html' title='Looking From A Different View.'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4421214518859300971</id><published>2008-05-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:24:49.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in capital punishment?</title><content type='html'>Blog #4&lt;br /&gt;5/21/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Elyse Woods.&lt;br /&gt;Q1- What do you think should happen to homicide killers and do you think they deserve capital punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1-Elyse: I believe in sentencing to life in prison. I rather have you sit there in think about what you did. Rather than than the death sentence, because if your in a gang death isn't a concern or fear to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2-Why do you think people commit homicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2-Elyse: I think that criminals do the the things they do because the way their brought up and how they were treated when they were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3-Why do you think people commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A3-Elyse: Because the way people treated them and their depressed and feel unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4-Do you know how long people get for commiting homicide&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A4-Elyse: Yes, 25 to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5-What do you think be going through the killers mind while he's killing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A5-Elyse: I think they're mind just be going blank. They get to that crazy stage and go insane. I think it's a satifaction for them something that nums their pain inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6- Do you think a killer can be changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A6-Elyse:Yes, because the dude that started the crips changed his life around and published children books and tried to  talk to yuong gang members but he still sentenced death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion on my first question is no I don't believe in capital punishment because they're just getting out the easy way theredore they shoukd suffer every night they go to sleep they should think about every murder they ever commited every excrusiating detail of it and think about what pain they caused the family of those murder victums family. For my next question I don't completely understand why these people do such a terrible thing but I kind of have an clue. They grow up in such a terrible home where no one cares or show love for these poeople so when they murder people they treat them the same way they were treated and they do it with out thinking twice unless they feel they did something wrong.  And for suicide victums I feel so bad for them because they feel no one understands them or care about them and they're depressed all the time. There are people out there that care about them they just don't show them enough and if they can't find help from that  person they can definetly find it some where else but death is not the answer. No and yes. No because I think once a killer always a killer but elyse has kind of given me a yes mind on that with the brief story she told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview done By: Delicia Jones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-4421214518859300971?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4421214518859300971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4421214518859300971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4421214518859300971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4421214518859300971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-believe-in-capital-punishment.html' title='Do you believe in capital punishment?'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7608621431544736004</id><published>2008-05-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:14:10.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Society is Troubled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Global Warming is the increase in the average temperature of the Earth's near-surface air and oceans since the mid-twentieth century, and its projected continuation.  The average global air temperature near the Earth's surface increased 0.74 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plus-minus_sign" title="Plus-minus sign"&gt;±&lt;/a&gt; 0.18 °&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;(1.33 ± 0.32 °F) during the hundred years ending in 2005.  &lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;           (" Global Warming") &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Global warming is the increase in temperature  near the earths surface.   Global warming also increases the oceans temperature.  This rise in temperature has been increasing for a hundred years ending in the year 2005 and is continuing.  The global air has increased about 1.33ºF to its little stretch in temperature of .32ºF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All scientists are most focused on the period up to 2100,  the increase of warming on the earths surface and ocean level rises are expected to continue for more than a thousand years even if greenhouse gas levels are stabilized. The delay in reaching equilibrium is a result of the large heat capacity of the oceans.  The increasing of our global temperature will cause the sea level to rise, and is expected to increase the intensity of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Extreme weather&lt;/span&gt; events and to change the amount and pattern of precipitation Other effects of global warming include changes in &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Agricultural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yeilds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, trade routes,Glaciers &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;retreats&lt;/span&gt;, species extinctions and increases in the ranges of Disease vectors.&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;           (" Global Warming")                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We  all  should be that prepared for that.Oceans been getting warmer over the years and now the ice caps are melting which would cause us to go into a new ice age.  There are going to be extreme weather changes such as bigger Tornadoes in regions there not suppose to be near. Bigger  Hurricanes every where probably .  There would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of precipitation such snow, rain, hail, and hail.  There would be stronger lightning storms too. Food would become scarce .  Glaciers would be melted.  Like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Antartic&lt;/span&gt; freeze line would be very smaller.More Species would be Extinct and many Diseases would be past out to many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;" Global Warming." &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt; Foundation, Inc.,. 21 May 2008 &lt;http:&gt;.&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7608621431544736004?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7608621431544736004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7608621431544736004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7608621431544736004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7608621431544736004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-society-is-troubled.html' title='Our Society is Troubled'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7898657788830030229</id><published>2008-05-16T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:05:54.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the right college to attend</title><content type='html'>Blog:#3&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i want to research is a college to attend. I kinda know what college i want to go to because everybody keep saying that's the best nursing school in buffalo. The idea of it being in buffalo makes me really want to attend because I'm not trying to leave buffalo. The college is Trocaire. Its a private college which means that's more money but i don't know exactly whats its going to cost to attend so i have to do some research on that just in case i have to attend somewhere else to get a degree in nursing. Its a two year college which is good for me because i can't be in school that long not saying that in a bad way. I just like to sleep alot. But anyways back to the college information. One thing about Trocaire college is if I feel I want to keep going after two years and get a higher degree i can because trocaire have transfer agreements. I went and searched some information on the college and i wanted to see what people where saying is true. According to the site i went on you should choose trocaire for nursing because there is flexible scheduling, individual attention, dedicated faculty, hands-on experience, state-of-the-art labs, and small clinical groups. Just from this information i want to attend so far but i cant say I'm going there yet because i have to find out the cost and requirements to attend the school. I found out the requirements to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I need a high school average of 85% or better and I don't meet that standards so hopefully i meet another requirement that will help me become a registered nurse. I needed to take Math 1, Biology, and Chemistry while in high school. I did not take Chemistry so right now its not looking to good for me. All candidates for the Nursing program must take the Accuplacer test and the TEAS test.&lt;br /&gt;-Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology I with Lab is a pre-professional requirement that must be successfully completed prior to the first semester's nursing course work.&lt;br /&gt;Minimum Degree Requirements:&lt;br /&gt;-A total of at least 67 semester hours with a Quality Point Average of 2.0&lt;br /&gt;*A minimum grade of "C" (2.0) is required in all courses. A “C-” is not acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;           (Nursing-Day )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this I have to accomplish. It seems like alot but I'm willing to meet those requirements to become a nurse. I also have to be ready to spend long hours studying and memorizing scientific information.  Ready to learn about ethical issues related to terminal illness and death. I will be gaining my credit for college by working in hospitals and health institutions. I think im ready for this part and thats college. Now im ready to find out whats next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Trocaire college." &lt;u&gt;Nursing-Day&lt;/u&gt; 22 May 2008 http://www.trocaire.edu/programs/nursing/nursing_day.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7898657788830030229?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7898657788830030229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7898657788830030229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7898657788830030229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7898657788830030229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/finding-right-college-to-attend.html' title='Finding the right college to attend'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2067923613357209796</id><published>2008-05-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:24:12.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Ice age is the new world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EcIZZTkbZto/SCww0q8z6KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GydaRWNq2es/s1600-h/global.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EcIZZTkbZto/SCww0q8z6KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GydaRWNq2es/s320/global.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200585351146760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a lot of information about the causes from global warming from a website called E&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cobridge&lt;/span&gt;.  The article mostly talked about fuel consumption and its effect on Earth's atmostphere.  For example, "in 2002 about 40% of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; carbon dioxide emissions stem from the burning of fossil fuels for the purpose of electricity generation of power plants"  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;("Causes of Global Warming" ).  &lt;/span&gt;  I think this is interesting because there are many power plants such as Republic Steel,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; Dupont&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dunlop&lt;/span&gt; tires that uses many amounts of coal right here in Buffalo, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another source of pollution is coal, which "accounts for 93 percent of the emissions from the electric utility industry.                                                                                                        Natural gas gives off 50% of the carbon dioxide into the air a metric ton of carbon equals about 10,000 miles of driving at 25 miles per gallon of gasoline or about one year of home heating using a natural gas-fired furnace or about four months of electricity from coal fired generation&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Causes of Global Warming" )&lt;/span&gt;. This coal that is being burned to make steel and other materials around the world is ruining the ozone layer.Are country as an american should find different things to burn so steel and those other materials could be made.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Carbon dioxide is another source of pollution.  About 33% of U.S carbon dioxide emissions comes from the burning of gasoline in internal combustion engines of cars and light trucks".  Vehicles with poor gas mileage contribute the most to global warming.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="GramE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All the old cars threw off the most carbon dioxide between cars now.  Buildings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; structure account for about 12% of carbon dioxide emissions.  While carbon dioxide is the principal greenhouse gas, methane is second most important &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Causes of Global Warming" ).  &lt;/span&gt;There are many cars in this country and other countries.  Thats alot of carbon dioxide emissions being thrown off of cars in the world.  We should find another source energy to run cars and other gasoline motors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Methane is another cause of global warming.  According to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IPCC&lt;/span&gt;, Methane is more than 20 times as effective as CO2 at trapping heat in the atmosphere.  After carbon emissions caused by humans.&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Causes of Global Warming" ).  &lt;/span&gt;Methane gases comes from sewers, manure plants, and garbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deforestation is the second principle cause of atmospheric &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carbn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dioxide. Deforestation is responsible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forby&lt;/span&gt; the burning and cutting of about 34 million acres of trees each year.  Trees breathe in carbon dioxide and breathe out oxygen but we keep cutting down trees so more carbon dioxide is in the air than oxygen.  Its easier to cut down the tree then it is to grow a tree cause it takes many decades fo them to grow.  We are losing millions of acres of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rainforests&lt;/span&gt; each year &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Causes of Global Warming" )&lt;/span&gt;.  The use of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aerosal&lt;/span&gt; can sprays is also a cause of trapping heat into the earths atmosphere. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trees are being cut down and without a trace of a new seed to grow them in the matter of minutes.  Carbon dioxide gases are multiplying and we as citizens try to do something of this deforeststion and its not working Global Warming is coming faster then we can blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Causes of Global Warming." &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ecobridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; 05 16 2008 &lt;http:&gt;.&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2067923613357209796?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2067923613357209796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2067923613357209796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2067923613357209796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2067923613357209796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-ice-age-is-new-world.html' title='The new Ice age is the new world'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EcIZZTkbZto/SCww0q8z6KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GydaRWNq2es/s72-c/global.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3476347467344652384</id><published>2008-05-14T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:30:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Negative Feeling Brings With It An Opportunity of Growth</title><content type='html'>My search has made it to the end of the road successfully. In order to make it to the  end I had to know where this road begin. And I did. I was bound to figure out where my negative emotions/feelings comes from and how do I deal with them. With the  studies I did on myself and my research from the computer this tale should educate you and help you in to succeeding as well as I did successfully when it comes to dealing with negative emotions. This is what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It starts when your internal guidance system alerts you when your human needs are not being met.That's when you begin to feel misunderstood.When dealing with difficult feelings I learned you must listen without defending yourself,don't be dramatic, don't wait till things build up,don't blame or lye in guilt traps,talk about how you feel, ask how the other person feels and offer a way to save face("I misunderstood you").Be specific rather than general.Specify the degree of the feeling it will reduce being misunderstood.If you are having mixed feelings express each one individually rather than whole this will also decrease you from being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Express your feelings productively.Respectfully confront someone when you are bothered by his or hers behaviors.Prevent feelings from festering into a bigger problem.You should try to avoid the common mistakes like: not expressing feelings at all,expressing belief or judgment,only expressing negative feelings and the nonverbal body language contradicting the words for example smiling when irritated.You have to have alot of emotional intelligence or it will cause you to become emotionally ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Each negative feeling brings with it an opportunity of growth.Which equal success. Negative emotions have a positive value.Negative feelings helps us through a course of health and happiness.It lets us know when we are veering  away from our goals, our beliefs,our values,our standards,our confront zones,our physical health and our happiness.Lets use fear an example.Having the fear of losing control helps us takes steps necessary to regain a sense of control our lives.The fear of failure helps us to accomplish goals and motivate to prepare. The fear of being alone helps us reach compromises with others.The fear of dependence helps us develop our own resources and become self-reliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    With this new found information I think I can now take bigger steps in becoming better at managing my negative emotions. I will no longer wait till things build up. I will not allow jerks to get under my skin.I can now say I'm emotionally intelligent and will not allow anyone to take my happiness for me. And this where my new opportunity for growth begins.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3476347467344652384?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3476347467344652384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3476347467344652384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3476347467344652384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3476347467344652384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/each-negative-feeling-brings-with-it.html' title='Each Negative Feeling Brings With It An Opportunity of Growth'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-6275199590524046688</id><published>2008-05-14T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:27:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Success</title><content type='html'>#1 Develop The Right Attitude&lt;br /&gt;Resilient people tend to view life’s difficulties as challenges and respond accordingly with action, rather than with fear, self-pity, blame or a "victim mentality." While life can be very challenging, an important step in becoming more resilient is to develop positive self-talk and to remind yourself that you are strong and can grow stronger and more wise as you handle life’s challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    #2 Become Aware&lt;br /&gt;Part of resilience is emotional awareness; it’s important to understand what you’re feeling and why. Sometimes people feel overwhelmed with their emotions, and this frightens and immobilizes them. Knowing why you feel upset can provide valuable information about what needs to change in your life. It’s also important to do research on how to meet the challenges you face. Maintaining a journal can help you explore your inner world and come up with a plan of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  #3 Develop An Internal Locus of Control&lt;br /&gt;Resilient people believe that they’re in control of their lives, and it’s true: while we can’t control our circumstances, we can control how we respond to those circumstances, and that makes a big difference in our attitudes and in the course our lives take. Fortunately, you can develop an internal locus of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   #4 Cultivate Optimism&lt;br /&gt;Being an optimist is more than looking on the bright side (though that helps). It’s a way of viewing the world where you maximize your strengths and accomplishments, and minimize your weaknesses and setbacks. Developing a more optimistic world view can help you become more resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become an Optimist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   #5 Rally Social Support&lt;br /&gt;While we ultimately face our own challenges, a supportive friend or group of friends can help lighten the load. Those with strong networks of social support tend to stay healthier and happier throughout life, and tend to cope well with stress. Conversely, those with little support may find themselves more vulnerable, and those with conflicted and unsupportive relationships tend to fare even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developing a Supportive Network of Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    #6 Maintain Your Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;If you’re able to laugh at life’s frustrations, you can have increased immunity, if you will, to stress and adversity. Those with a sense of humor about life tend to experience life as less stressful, are able to bond with others during difficult times, and experience the numerous benefits of laughter. If you can take a step back from difficult situations long enough to maintain your sense of humor, you will be more resilient, too.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     #7 Don’t Give Up&lt;br /&gt;While many people know of coping strategies that can help with stress, as with diets and exercise programs, the most successful individuals are those who maintain the effort for the long term. Don’t give up on your situation; don’t stop working toward getting through it. Trust the process.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Follow these steps to be successful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   scott, elizabeth. "how to cope with stess and become more resilient." october 2007. 14 May 2008 &lt;http://stressabout.com/od/positiveattitude/ht/resilient.html&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-6275199590524046688?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6275199590524046688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=6275199590524046688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/6275199590524046688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/6275199590524046688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-success.html' title='Emotional Success'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-1684021336782433530</id><published>2008-05-14T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:12:24.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is homicide?</title><content type='html'>Post #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is homicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, homicide is an art to killers. You know how theres always a story behind an painting? Theres always an story behind an murder. Crazy, weird, and sad stories. Ones that really make no sense or something you could of work out. Homicide is an sad story to people lives who once lost a loved one. soomeone dear and close to them. There is some where in the human mind that is like a bomb and as soon as it is lit someones bound to get hurt or shall I say murdered. Homicide I think is scary just imagine what the victum is thinking right before they're about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homicide is the killing of one person by another. At common law, homicide is classified in three ways: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justifiable homicide, which is commanded or authorized by law, such as the act of a police officer killing an armed suspect who is shooting at him, excusable homicide, for which there is a legal defense, such as the act of a person shooting an armed intruder in his own home, and criminal homicide which is divided into many different categories.&lt;br /&gt;In my research I found out that in 2002 there were 16,204 homicides in the United States. African Americans are six times more likely to be victims and seven times more likely to commit homicide than Caucasians. Now thats sad and the news say it's either  domestiv violence or gang violence. As I went deeeper into my research it stated that about three quarters of the victims are males, and about ninety percent of offenders are males. One-third of murder victims and almost half the offenders are under the age of 25. That mean they havn't even got a chance to experience there own life these are very scary facts and they need to be taken seriously and clearly states that there is a need for early intervention. I want to send a big and clear message to these insane people. You must really don't have a life to really stand there and take someone elses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each state in the United States decides what the punishment is for homicide and what degree it is. The degree is considered the severity of the crime. For example in New Hampshire is it broken down like this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Capital murder-punishable by death.&lt;br /&gt;2. First degree murder-which is a mandatory life sentence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Second degree murder-punishable by any term up to life.&lt;br /&gt;4. Manslaughter-punishable for a term not to exceed more than 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;5. Negligent homicide-punishable by three and a half to seven years in jail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each state has the right to decide how homicide is classified and what elements make a crime a homicide. This is one of the reasons the judicial process can be so confusing. There are a lot more difficulties prosecuting a crime when more then one state is involved. My next question is do you think thhese people desrve capital punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Homicide - what is it?." Free Advice 21 May 2008 &lt;http://criminal-law.freeadvice.com/violent_crimes/offenses_homicide.htm&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-1684021336782433530?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/1684021336782433530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=1684021336782433530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/1684021336782433530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/1684021336782433530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-homicide.html' title='What is homicide?'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-5059483817177068295</id><published>2008-05-12T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:27:17.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hard Part...Finding More Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Right now I'm having the hardest time trying to find information on my topic. It seems as if I'm going in circles, and I keep coming across the same information, or information that is irrelevant to my topic. So, now I am just typing in different key words, searching for something that would I would be able to use. But, even when typing in key words (using quotes) I still am having the hardest time finding what I am looking for. In my research I want to know: How does the brains thought process for adventure work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Since I'm not having too much luck with my research on my topic, I decided I will interview my best friend (who is my age) and his father (who is like my father). They both ride motorcycles, and I've known my best friend since we were 11 years old (were now 18 years old). As long as I've known my best friend Terrelle, he has always been the dare devil type. With me always being around him, that's what made us close, because I was the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now what is funny is Terrelle and I are just a like. We both like to have fun and dare to be different. But when it comes to my little brother Cameron (who is 16 years old) and I, we are like night and day. I'm the adventurous one who likes to have fun at any risk. Cameron is just stiff/uptight, I think he's boring, but he's just not like Terrelle and I. Ever since we were little, I was the adventurous one, and my brother Cameron was the scared one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, I really want to know what makes Terrelle and I so different form my little brother  Cameron?  Why is Cameron so scared to have fun, and Terrelle and I  are always  doing something that we can look back on and laugh about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But then again what is adventure? And what is fun? They both have different levels of excitement. But what triggers that excitement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;For part of my research I interviewed my best friend, Terrelle Marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: How old were you when you started riding motorcycles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"I started riding at 7 years old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What/ who got you started riding motorcycles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"My father, and always being around motorcycles growing up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: Have you ever feared riding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "For about a week after my motorcycle accident I was in, but no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What else do you do that can be adventurous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "Just riding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What was the first "dare devil" thing you did that was adventurous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "I jumped off my grandmother's roof when I was younger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: Do you think you have your own sense of adventure, or do you get it from your Dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "No, because my Dad is more laid back. I don't know where I get it from."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: What do you fear the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Spiders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Q: Do you think of yourself as an adventurous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think it's [adventure] a faddish to see how far you can push your self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marrow, Terrelle. Personal Interview. 20 May, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9072820565487056157-5059483817177068295?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5059483817177068295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=5059483817177068295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5059483817177068295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5059483817177068295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/hard-partfinding-more-info.html' title='The Hard Part...Finding More Info'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-515741023166754809</id><published>2008-05-09T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:42:06.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Improvement</title><content type='html'>OK I can say I'm learning to handle my feelings that I thought were uncontrollable.  I learned to express my feelings productively. This means instead of walking away from someone when you are bothered by their behaviors the right thing to do is to confront them but respectfully.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can now say I have more emotional strength and intelligence than I had before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-515741023166754809?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/515741023166754809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=515741023166754809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/515741023166754809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/515741023166754809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-improvement.html' title='Emotional Improvement'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-5328429226849169043</id><published>2008-05-06T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:04:58.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward with my search</title><content type='html'>Blog:#2&lt;br /&gt;So as i started my search on is becoming a registered nurse something for me i wanted to find out exactly what is a registered nurse first before i can do anything. So i went to Google.com typed in registered nurse and found out that its a health care professional responsible for implemeting the practice of nursing through the use of the nursing process. i found this information on  ("Registered nurse"). But this is not enough information to make my mind up yet. I said to myself I need more details on a registered nurse so i scrolled down the page. I found out that if you become a registered nurse in a hospital you have a big part because you are assigned a supervisory role to look over the work performed by LPNs and unlicensed assistive(nursing assistants) and you are holded responsible for the patient safety and care. I thought to myself after finding this piece of information, do I want it to be my part if a LPN or Nurse assistant mess up on a patient. But after I thought about it I said hey why not give it a try, they just might know what there doing and actually be good at it. So this issue I'm going to put past me and move forward with my search.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I found out what a registered nurse is now i need to know what is their actual job description. I know they take care of sick people but i also just found out they take care of injured people to. To do this they run tests on the sick person to see what was the thing that caused them to become ill. Not only do they treat patients they also educate them on how to take care of their families and their self. Their daily jobs depends on the work setting. That sounds like something I'm looking forward to do because me personally I dont like doing the samething over and over again I like    to try new things. If their job duty for the day is to provide direct care to a patient, they observe, assess, and record symptoms. My mind is made up so far so im going to continue on with my search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Registered nurse." Wikipedia. 16 May 2008 &lt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Registered_nurse&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-5328429226849169043?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5328429226849169043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=5328429226849169043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5328429226849169043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5328429226849169043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/moving-forward-with-my-search.html' title='Moving forward with my search'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7618845666689093738</id><published>2008-05-02T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:14:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions and Feelings</title><content type='html'>In the process of my research I learned that emotions and feelings is our internal guidance system.This means this alerts you when human needs are not being met. when you are feeling this way here are questions to ask yourself:                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How am I feeling?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Is it a healthy feeling?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How do i want to feel?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What would help me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     DEALING WITH DIFFICULT FEELING YOU MUST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;       1.Listen without defending yourself&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       2.Manage negative emotions&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       3. Be Understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       4.Be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       5. Have Emotional honesty&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;       6.Know Emotional needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       7.Have emotional intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   MANAGING NEGATIVE EMOTIONS YOU MUST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1.Not be dramatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       2.Not wait till things build up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       3.Not blame or lay in guilt trap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       4.Talk about how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       5.Ask how the other person feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       6.Offer a way to save face ("I misunderstood you")                                    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  This adds up to you having to be more specific rather than being general. Specify the degree of the feeling it will reduce being misunderstood. Express each feeling individual when you have more than one or are mixed because this will also decrease your risk of being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          torrington, jelila. "dealing with difficult feelings." 14 May 2008 &lt;http://baliadvertiser.biz/articles/spiritual/2005/dealing.html&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7618845666689093738?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7618845666689093738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7618845666689093738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7618845666689093738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7618845666689093738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotions-and-feelings.html' title='Emotions and Feelings'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3520494521238935578</id><published>2008-05-02T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T05:50:17.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is continuous</title><content type='html'>I became interested in global warming because soon or later the world will go into another ice age and if it happens while im alive i  would like to be prepared for it.What i know about global warming is that green house gases are whats killing our ozone layer.The ozone layer is a protective covering over earth but it is corrupted by the aerosal sprays that kills the ozone layer which lets in ultra violet rays.My essential question is what types of methods can I personally use to prevent Global Warming?My foundation questions are What are the causes of global warming?How will  global warming effect our society?How can i prevent green house gases?How do cars effect global warming?What other sources of energy can we use instead of our natural resources?How will global warming affect our future?Is global warming a scientific fact?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3520494521238935578?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3520494521238935578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3520494521238935578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3520494521238935578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3520494521238935578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-is-continuous.html' title='summer is continuous'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3903430461243543804</id><published>2008-04-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:09:51.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Feelings In Action</title><content type='html'>When my search began it was kind of funny. The day i began my researching I was dealing with difficult feelings towards my teacher and they caused me a trip to the principals office. I had just returned back to the class after being kicked out 2  days prior to that. I was still upset and angry and I had to return back to the class without my previous bad feelings not being dealt with and that will cause alot of tension. So I entered the classroom and the teacher says "Hi" like there was no type of problem. I just gave the look like "why the hell are you speaking to me"and kept walking.So I sat down thinking to myself I'd fix him "I'm not going to do any work today". Then he came in and sat in front of me doing it just to agitate me because he knows I'm already frustrated with him. So I sigh and say "GOD" and storm away.I had been absent from school the previous day and when your absent you get an admit slip to admit you back to class.I think its kind of awkward because he never not once in my 4years of being in his class asked me for that slip so why now? I get it he's really tryna get me to crack he's pushing me to my limit. So he follows me and keep asking "wheres your admit" "wheres your admit" I calmly said I don't have one,he says "get one or thats a write up" and I reply "you can write what you want to write" and that comment got me kicked out.   &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I realized that one way or another your going to have to learn to control your feelings or they really going to take over you. so here's a quote "Control your feelings don't let your Feelings control you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3903430461243543804?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3903430461243543804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3903430461243543804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3903430461243543804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3903430461243543804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/difficult-feelings-in-action.html' title='Difficult Feelings In Action'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7477612571052028318</id><published>2008-04-28T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:32:31.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To This..."Does Age Quash Our Spirit of Adventure?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LISTENED TO THE RADIO STATION CALLED NPR, ON MY TOPIC ON LINE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Does Age Quash Our Spirit of Adventure?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Is there a certain age when the typical American passes from the novelty stage to utter predictability?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Krulwich )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Studies show that when you are fourteen to twenty one years old is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;when your wide open to new things. By age thirty five most people don't care about new things, such as different foods for example. Like if you haven't tried sushi by the age of thirty five, then you most likely wouldn't cart to try it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The window for new things is open from ages fourteen to twenty one, and closed by  the age of thirty five. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If your over thirty nine and never tried a new food, then your adventure for food is over.&lt;br /&gt;Studies show that people who get piercing are usually between ages sixteen to twenty three. But after twenty three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;you most likely will not try it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Krulwich ) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Some people do retain there sense of adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why does the adventurous ways of life disappear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;People who don't, 1)spend a long time at the same job, or 2)they succeed, there good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then you become animate. (Note: don't become animate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Loosing a sense of adventure is not only just for humans but for animals too. Some animals, like gorillas, will not try new foods. The younger gorillas will be the first one to usually try new things such as foods. They almost sound like us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Is there a difference between youth &amp;amp; novelty? Sometimes your adventurous ways have to do with how or where you were raised, your lifestyle background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An open mind is a prickliest to a open heart." &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Krulwich )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*I would highly recommend you to listen to it to. Just use the link in my citation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krulwich, Robert. "Does Age Quash Our Spirit of Adventure?." &lt;u&gt;NPR: Krulwich on Science&lt;/u&gt; 15 08 2006 28 04 2008 &lt;http: storyid="5652676"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5652676.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7477612571052028318?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7477612571052028318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7477612571052028318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7477612571052028318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7477612571052028318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/listen-to-thisdoes-age-quash-our-spirit.html' title='Listen To This...&quot;Does Age Quash Our Spirit of Adventure?&quot;'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4030252944840965783</id><published>2008-04-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:35:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  Research on What are people Motives For Killing</title><content type='html'>post #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my research has been going just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; planned. I wanted to know what are people motives for killing? and what drives them to that point. I wanted to get inside of the killers head/mind and try and understand what be going through there minds. Now I might not find out everything I want to know but I'm going to find out most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I went exploring into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inter net&lt;/span&gt; world I found out that in 1990 the reasons for murder in the U.S. was 7.1% narcotics, 6.0% other felonies, 10.1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;robbery&lt;/span&gt;, 16.5 unknown, 22.5% other motives, and 3.7 arguments. Now I figured the 22.5% that was other and the 16.5% unknown came from being abused as a child with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alcoholics&lt;/span&gt; as parent/s or getting sexually abused as a child. Any type of abuse while growing up not understanding what it was you did wrong to deserve it or thinking it's your fault you grow up real messed up in the head.&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.druglibrary.org/schaffer/library/graphs/12.htm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fantasized about killing someone? If your answer is yes your not alone. A ground breaking study by leading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;physiological&lt;/span&gt; research Buss reveals that 91% of men and 81% women have had at least one vivid fantasy often intense and astonishingly detailed of committing murder though we may like to think that murderers are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;committed by&lt;/span&gt; people normal. The murder next door is, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Buss highlights&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the vast&lt;/span&gt; majority of murders are committed by people who, until the day they kill, seem perfectly normal. The murderer next door is a riveting lark into the dark underworld of the human mind and why, Buss reveals, thew pressure of  evolutionary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; have adapted our mind for murder. Buss takes us on a fascinated journey into the killing mind with gripping stories about specific murder cases, murderer own account of why they killed, and many astonishing quotes from the most massive study of homicidal fantasies ever conducted, with peoples amazingly detailed accounts of the murders they considered committing  where as previous theories of murder propose  that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homicide&lt;/span&gt; is something outside of human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nature pathology&lt;/span&gt; imposed from without by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;distorting&lt;/span&gt; influences of culture, media images poverty, or child abuse Buss argues that killing is fundamentally in our nature. Our minds have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;developed&lt;/span&gt; to kill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-4030252944840965783?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4030252944840965783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4030252944840965783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4030252944840965783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4030252944840965783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-research-on-what-are-people-motives.html' title='My  Research on What are people Motives For Killing'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8503267034611514691</id><published>2008-04-17T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:58:28.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Part Of The Brain Is Responsible For What? {Post #2.}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to get a better understand of what I'm looking for in my research, I wanted to know what part of the brain is responsible for what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because in order to find out how your thought process works, you need to know how the brain works first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are eight different parts of the human brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Frontal Lobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One of the four major divisions of the cerebral cortex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This part of the brain regulates decision making, problem solving, control of purposeful behaviors, consciousness, &amp;amp; emotions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Primary Motor Cortex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This is patr of the frontal lobe &amp;amp; is responsible for regulating voluntary movements.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The Primary Sensory Cortex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This is part of the pariental lobe &amp;amp; processes sensory information recieved from the body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Parietal Lobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One of four major divisions of the cerebral cortex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This lobe recieves &amp;amp; processes sensory information from the body. This is also where letters from words &amp;amp; words combine into thoughts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Temporal Lobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One of four major divisions of the cerebral cortex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This part of the brainregulates memory, emotions, hearing, language, &amp;amp; learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Occipital Lobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One of four major divisions of the cerebral cortex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This lobe prosesses information related to vision.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Cerebellum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This regulates the initation &amp;amp; timing of movement &amp;amp; is important for maintaining balance &amp;amp; posture. This also helps modulate the force, steadiness, &amp;amp; range of movement.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Brain Stem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- This connects the brain &amp;amp; the spinal cord. it controls many basic functions including heart rate, breathing, eating, &amp;amp; sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is reaponsible for all of your body actions, but I think the five main parts of the brain that I would have to study would be:&lt;br /&gt;1.) The &lt;em&gt;Frontal Lobe&lt;/em&gt; is responsible for your decision making.&lt;br /&gt;2.) The &lt;em&gt;Primary Motor Cortex&lt;/em&gt; is responsible for your regulating voluntary movements.&lt;br /&gt;3.) The &lt;em&gt;Temporal Lobe&lt;/em&gt; is responsible for your hearing &amp;amp; learning.&lt;br /&gt;4.) The &lt;em&gt;Occipital Lobe&lt;/em&gt; is responsible for your vision.&lt;br /&gt;5.) The &lt;em&gt;Cerebellum &lt;/em&gt;is responsible for maintaining balance &amp;amp; posture. It also helpes with you steadiness &amp;amp; range of movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"The Brain: What's Going On In There?." 18 04 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://science.education.nih.gov/supplements/nih2/addiction/activities/lesson1_brainparts.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://science.education.nih.gov/supplements/nih2/addiction/activities/lesson1_brainparts.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(The Brain: What's Going On In There? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9072820565487056157-8503267034611514691?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8503267034611514691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8503267034611514691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8503267034611514691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8503267034611514691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-part-of-brain-is-responsible-for.html' title='What Part Of The Brain Is Responsible For What? {Post #2.}'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-5281337100725954660</id><published>2008-04-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:17:21.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my MLA  citation practice</title><content type='html'>This is my citation practice.I am copying and pasting this in order to have something&lt;br /&gt;to plop citations under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shmueli, Sandra. "'Flash mob' craze spreads." Cnn.com 08 08 2003 15 04 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-5281337100725954660?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5281337100725954660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=5281337100725954660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5281337100725954660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5281337100725954660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-mla-citation-practice_15.html' title='This is my MLA  citation practice'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4764126147131730218</id><published>2008-04-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:16:24.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my MLA citation practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my MLA citation practice.  I am copying and pasting this in order to have something to plop citations under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;DICKINSON, TIM. "The Machinery of Hope: Inside the grass-roots field operation of Barack Obama, who is transforming the way political campaigns are run." &lt;u&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/u&gt; 20 03 2008 15 04 2008 &lt;http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/obamamachineryofhope&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;           (DICKINSON )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shmueli, Sandra. "'Flash mob' craze spreads." &lt;u&gt;CNN&lt;/u&gt; 08 08 2003 15 04 2008 &lt;http://www.cnn.com/2003/tech/internet/08/04/flash.mob/&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;           (Shmueli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&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/9072820565487056157-4764126147131730218?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4764126147131730218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4764126147131730218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4764126147131730218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4764126147131730218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-mla-citation-practice.html' title='This is my MLA citation practice'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8042205684989126936</id><published>2008-04-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:09:46.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i became interested in becoming a Registered Nurse</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Our English class is doing research on questions that we are interested in knowing. I am interested in knowing if a Registered Nurse something i want to become.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reese, you can get rid of this first part.  This next sentence is a stronger opening.  &lt;/b&gt; I started thinking about becoming a registered nurse when i was 10years old. I was on a drill team and we use to go to this nursing home and talk to the workers and we did activites with the residents. While taking these trips to the nursing home every other weekend i was beginning to think my mind was made up of what i want to be. I was talking to this one registered nurse every time i went and she was giving me some information and showing me some of the tools they use and explaining what they are used for. The why she was explaining made the job seem easy and fun.  But i was only ten years old at the time so what she was saying to me was kinda letting me know this is what i want to do but then again i wasnt so sure i still had some doubts. I knew i had years to think about it so i didnt let that get to me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings i know about this and alot of things i need to know before i know if this is what i want to become. I know that you give the residents there shots if you become a registered nurse and you work in a nursing home. If you work at like a doctors office you take the patient blood pressure get there height and weight. I dont really know to much about being a registered nurse thats why this question is important to me.  I know im able to pick the hours i am able to work. The registered nurse at my doctors office told me that if i plan on going to college for four years i should move away because when you attend college for four years you are suppose to make more money than you would if you attend for two years but she said they pay you the same amount if you go for two or four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of people that deal with residents or patients in my family and that also help me make up my mind about what i want to become. Worknig at Garden Gate Health Care Facility also make me think is this were i want to be working for the rest of my working days. This how i became confused about working in a nursing home or in a doctors office. So 'Is A Registered Nurse something i want to become' is the question i want to know because i have only a few months before i attend college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-8042205684989126936?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8042205684989126936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8042205684989126936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8042205684989126936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8042205684989126936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-became-interested-in-becoming.html' title='Why i became interested in becoming a Registered Nurse'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-677473590535018500</id><published>2008-04-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:46:53.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people kill?</title><content type='html'>I first understood what murder was when I watched Law in Order Special Victims Unit or Criminal Intent. The Special Victims Unit is sexually heinous crimes that take place in the city of New York and Criminal Intent is just straight out bloody murders that crimes have to get solved and criminals have to get caught. When I was a young girl I wanted to be a cop and put criminals away and help people but now after watching this show I know I'm to emotional and can't handle it. So I'm going to be a nurse and help the victims and leave the criminals to the professionals. I tried to put myself in the murderer's place and imagine myself doing the mutilation to see whats so exciting about murder. But I can't do it, it's to much for my imagination to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't get this crucifying image in my head and looked up research and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; many different reasons why. And with some cases there just unexplainable. Some cases the murderer was abused as a child by an attic parent/s. And at other times they was just neglected as children and unwanted so there parents abused them and take out there anger from the day out on there kids. Sometimes they were sexually abused and they grow up taking it out on the world. But some people are just sick and was born a natural killer. Speaking of born a natural killer there was a movie called "Born a Natural Killer" and it was a crazy movie but to make a long story short it was a girl who lived in a normal household as it seemed she lived with  both parents and had a baby brother and her father abused and raped her almost everyday till one day she wanted to go to a concert he told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; no and told her to go upstairs and wait for him. Well while he was eating dinner she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; off with the meat delivery man and they fell in love but they were really crazy and he got abused by his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alcoholic&lt;/span&gt; father and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;visions&lt;/span&gt; of what they're parents did to them they go off and kill someone. Crazy right? well if you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; making this up do some research and see how crazy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this movie and doing all the research i did made me wonder about all the abused children around the world and had me thinking how they have no one but those abusive parents. And how they might be our future killers. But if we find someway to help them maybe we can stop this. Yes, we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why there are commercials and secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hot lines&lt;/span&gt; to help these children and I hope it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;helps&lt;/span&gt; because I would hate to be in their shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-677473590535018500?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/677473590535018500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=677473590535018500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/677473590535018500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/677473590535018500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-people-kill.html' title='Why do people kill?'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-6461076814171715447</id><published>2008-04-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:23:49.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense Of Adventure: Before The Search {Post 1:Intro}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always was the "dare devil" type of girl in the family and out of all of my friends, but my favorite interest was always in motorcycles. I've loved motorcycles ever since my Uncle use to give me rides when I was younger. He showed me the correct way to get on a bike without me getting burned by the exhaust pipe on the side. I would just hold on tight and watch everything pass by so quickly. I always had a passion for speed, and riding motorcycles was right up my alley! But besides loving the speed of a bike, I also had a thing for turning. When you turn on a motorcycle you have to lean to the side. I think I love speed and leaning because it reminds me of racing. From when I was younger to now I love watching street races. Different local bike clubs would race about four streets over from my house. No matter what time it is I would always find myself sprinting to Exchange Street just to watch. So, motorcycles are defiantly my sense of adventure and excitement. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And I just wanted to know how can an individuals' mind be - so to say, "programed", to having a passion for adventure and being the "dare devil" out of the group? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was about ten or eleven years old, some new neighbors moved in four houses down the street from me. These new neighbors had a son the same age as us (my brother, friends, and I). We all became close friends (and are still close to this day). Well it just so happens that the "new boy" had a mo peg (like a small version of a motorcycle), and use to ride it all the time. He loved motorcycles just as much as I do, and I think that is what made us even closer friends. His Dad rode, fixed, and painted motorcycles as a hobby. With me always being around him and his Dad I was automatically "hooked"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, from ten or eleven years old to now at eighteen years old, I've been working on motorcycles with my friends Dad every summer. I would go to work all day in the summer, then come home and change my clothes to work on motorcycles with my friends Dad. I love being different, and this is one of my many qualities of mine that is very different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I was the little girl that use to put a pop can or huggy juice box in my bike tire just so it can sound like a motorcycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because if you think about it, how many girls have you met with my passionate interests in motorcycles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding, fixing, and painting motorcycles is my sense of adventure, my rush in life so to speak. And in my research project I want to know how the brain works when it comes to having fun, living life, and daring to be adventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a deep passion for motorcycles, and that is a very adventurous activity for myself and many others. So, my essential question is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;how does the brains thought process for an adventurous mind work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-Elyse W. Period 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-6461076814171715447?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6461076814171715447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=6461076814171715447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/6461076814171715447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/6461076814171715447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/sense-of-adventure-before-search-post.html' title='A Sense Of Adventure: Before The Search {Post 1:Intro}'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-5930245065233454367</id><published>2008-04-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:00:32.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings Tearing Me Apart! What Is It?</title><content type='html'>I became interested in this topic because I find it hard for myself to overcome  difficult feelings. I sometimes let the feelings build up and it causes alot of angry, frustration, disappointment, and hard feelings towards others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start my research I can tell you only thing I know about  dealing with difficult feelings is to walk away. And I can tell you right now that that dont work because I find later on the hard feelings come back and I find myself where I begin. Dealing with mixed emotions and it seems like I can never get over the bridge that I built. So Enhancing a search on dealing with difficult feelings will help me build a bridge and get over it. It will help me into guiding me into steps step by step with learning techniques when dealing with difficult feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essential questions is How can people learn how to handle difficult feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-5930245065233454367?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5930245065233454367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=5930245065233454367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5930245065233454367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5930245065233454367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/04/somethings-tearing-me-apart-what-is-it.html' title='Somethings Tearing Me Apart! What Is It?'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2468050329755150422</id><published>2008-02-26T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:57:17.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The atmosphere where the next body is found</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="5d2469d5"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The Christmas Killer: By Patricia Windsor&lt;br /&gt;post#4&lt;br /&gt;Pages: 125-263&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rose decided if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nancy&lt;/span&gt; come back to tell her where to find the body, she would let her. This time she said she would pay attention to every detail she see. If i was Rose i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i would have let Nancy come into my life if there was a way to fight her off i would. It was only making her life crazy, people were looking at her different and yet she see it as a way of helping people. Even though Nancy only tell her where the people at once there dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its some secret to Rose life because her mom wanted to tell her something but decided not to. Rose was sick for a while then when she got well and went back to school something took over her body. Blood start coming out of her mouth, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get any words out her mouth to tell her twin what was happening to her. I think this has something to do with her being able to talk to the dead. She did let Nancy take her to the place where the dead body was but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; but bones in a junkyard. Do you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; something living inside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rosecleer&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2468050329755150422?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2468050329755150422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2468050329755150422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2468050329755150422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2468050329755150422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/atmosphere-where-next-body-is-found.html' title='The atmosphere where the next body is found'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2397019270922870658</id><published>2008-02-26T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:40:18.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another missing girl in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;The Christmas Killer: By Patricia Windsor&lt;br /&gt;Post#3&lt;br /&gt;Pages:36-124&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    A couple of days later Rosecleer was asked to read her history paper out loud to the class. Rose paper was on witches. After her speech there were alot of whispers, i could understand why and was beginning to think the same thing everyone else was thinking. Is Rose a witch after all she did know where to find Nancy body and no one believed her about the dreams. I think Rose should have did her history paper on something else being in the situation she is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she left school she went to dance class while there she saw Nancy in the window. Nancy was calling her name to come to the window Rose was scared for her life. Another side of Rose came out of her, she started banging her head on the window and screaming. Her dance teacher rushed over to calm her down. They ended dance rehearsal and the teacher suggested that she take Rose home. It was late when Rose got home so she decided to just go to her room and lay down. She slept fine that night. The next night Nancy paid her visit to tell her that her friend was missing but Rose didn't want to here what she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after Nancy had paid Rose a visit her twin brother told her that it was another girl missing. Rose don't want anything to do with these dreams but she wants to help. Will Rose let Nancy tell her where to find her friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2397019270922870658?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2397019270922870658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2397019270922870658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2397019270922870658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2397019270922870658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-missing-girl-in-town.html' title='Another missing girl in town'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3755835956844520770</id><published>2008-02-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:55:06.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is the phys co</title><content type='html'>I Know What You Did Last Summer By Lois Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Pages 112-114&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen cursing Ray out telling him that they have a pact. She also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Say's&lt;/span&gt;,  "Just because Barry's flat on his back in the hospital where he can't stand up for himself, you want to throw him to the wolves." And I agree because once they made that pact they can't change anything. Barry don't want to go to jail for an accident that happened way last summer the only thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; going to change is them being locked behind bars and Barry too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no matter&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;condition&lt;/span&gt; he's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Couldn't we talk to him" Julie says? "He's bound to know what happened". So&lt;br /&gt;basically they trying to find out if Barry got a chance to see who the person is who shot him because they know he's the one that sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; that article.Now Ray's suggesting can they talk to him by phone. Will he know who the phys co is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3755835956844520770?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3755835956844520770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3755835956844520770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3755835956844520770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3755835956844520770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-know-what-you-did-last-summer-by-lois.html' title='who is the phys co'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2429446148338825571</id><published>2008-02-26T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:39:11.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how did they find out</title><content type='html'>I Know What You Did Last Summer By Lois Duncan&lt;br /&gt;pages 111-114&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie was telling the rest of her friends about the newspaper article she got in the mail when she got her acceptance letter  last  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. They all are stuck and wondering did someone already go to the police. They think it's someone who hated Barry because they shot him. But they're also second guessing  because Helen said no one hates Barry he never did anything to anyone. She telling them she knows Barry better than anyone and she know don't no one hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ray is suggesting they go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;police&lt;/span&gt; and tell them about the accident.He said, "I vote we go to the police,"Ray said, "and tell them the whole story.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; what we should have done in the very beginning." Now whoever this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;phys co&lt;/span&gt; is he got these kids shaking in their pants. They're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt;.  now Helen disagree with him. She said. "The police!" "We can't do that, and you know it. We made a pact." And I agree because once you make a pact you can't go back!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I don't think they should go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; police now they should have been done that it's too late now. They should of  done that in the beginning when it first happened now they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to get in more trouble. Are they going to tell the police?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2429446148338825571?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2429446148338825571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2429446148338825571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2429446148338825571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2429446148338825571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-did-they-find-out.html' title='how did they find out'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-262795936985208804</id><published>2008-02-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:38:10.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were not as safe as we thought we were.</title><content type='html'>I Know What You did Last summer by Lois Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Post-#2&lt;br /&gt;Pages 106-111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in North Madison now in this parking lot of this Four Seasons Apartments.Julie was on the second floor of the apartment complex."Helen really seems to have hit it big time," Ray mumbled whie they were outside apartment 215. Julie just nodded her head to agree. and then said"wait until you see the inside, Helen opened the door and was very happy to see them. She introduced them to a friend inside that went to there highschool who was kind of heavyset. Helen offered them a drink but they said no because they wasn't staying long they was just coming by to make sure she was safe because they know it was Helen's boyfriend Barry Cox had got shot. Helen  and Elsa said they were fine but Elsa's about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collie drove Helen  to the hospital that night to see how barry was doing. he was in surgery and they didn't know if ge was going to make it or not. If I was Helen I would have droppd right there because if anything was to happen to my boyfrriend i would just die.  She ecalled the next morning to chreck in see how he was doing but they wouldn't tell her much they just said he was out recovery.  Elsa just told Helen shes pratically engaged to the guy and to just rest on it. Some type of advice that was while someone boyfriend lying in the hosoital bed in critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa and Helen are sisters if you didn't know and on Elsa's way to the door she says by the  way "mom says to ask you if you want to come home for a couple of days. She's afraid you'll never eat again by yourself". Helen said "Thats okay. Like I said its just terrible". Elsa just says  well mom will be calling tonight, I guess since you don't want to come home. I wonder if Barry will make it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-262795936985208804?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/262795936985208804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=262795936985208804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/262795936985208804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/262795936985208804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-not-as-safe-as-we-thought-we-were.html' title='Were not as safe as we thought we were.'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2452041159715100396</id><published>2008-02-26T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:12:26.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Mr.Griffin    by:Lois Duncan</title><content type='html'>pages:27-127&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of this book is on page 71.The mystery is that the young adults put a bag over mr. griffin head not thinking maybe if we put a bag over his head he  might die slowly because of no air able to get to his brain.Life is not good for mr. griffin.Me personally wouldn't want to be in that teachers situation i would of already paniced if i was him.Now as they don't want their teacher to know who they are.They use different names so  that he doesn't remember any of their names.They now say loudly that they were going to take him up to the waterfalls not saying if they were going to the top to drop him in the water or if they were going to leave him up their to die.Now before they get out the van the young adults are afraid if that they pull the bag away he might spit andtry to get away.He can't breathe.does mr griffin die read the book to find out or wait till my next post.I'll tell u want happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2452041159715100396?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2452041159715100396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Tell- Is Jack Trying To Be Part Of The Picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell &lt;/span&gt;- Nora McClintock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Post #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pages 45-60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack is a friend of the family, more so a friend of the mother than Phil's.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The reason why I'm asking if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack is trying to be part of the family or not&lt;/span&gt; is because now David's mother has changed her look and Jack is coming around more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The mother is wearing her hair down, dressing in tight-fitting clothes, ordered some food, opened a couple of beers for her and Jack. After all this Jack went and put some coffee on for himself and his mother. It sounds like there getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone knows something that David doesn't. So far, Jack has known David's mother for quite some time. Jack has known David's mother before he knew Phil. David thought he was just one of Phil's friends. David keeps asking Jack if he knew who his father was, and Jack will not answer him, but you can tell he does know something. Why don't they just tell David the truth? I think things will be a lot easier and less confusing. I think Jack either knows David's father, or is David's father. The mother could have easily made up that story of the farther being killed in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the cops called looking for David to come in a talk. David replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What for?"&lt;/span&gt;, and then said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I tried to sound like I had no idea what the cops would want with me."&lt;/span&gt; So, that sounds really suspicious. I think David shot Phil, because his thought process it just off the wall now!&lt;br /&gt;When Phil was shot he was making a withdrawal from the bank machine. The cop was telling David that they were viewing the surveillance video out side the bank, he then asked David why is it that he appears on the video a block away from where Phil was shot 10 minuets before it happened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Phil was killed 15 minuets before midnight)&lt;/span&gt;? David claims that he was at home by 10:30. But he was caught on tape 25 minuets before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;This is really getting crazy! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I really want to know who the killer is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-138390887370498491?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/138390887370498491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=138390887370498491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/138390887370498491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/138390887370498491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/tell-is-jack-trying-to-be-part-of.html' title='Tell- Is Jack Trying To Be Part Of The Picture?'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7684364631708069841</id><published>2008-02-08T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:48:15.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So terrifying it can hunt you!</title><content type='html'>Im readind the novel, "I know what you did last summer", by Lois Duncan.  So far i've read chapters 1,2&amp;amp;3.This book seems very mysterious. Last summer a group of  friends made a promise to conceal a ludacris secret that can put them all in jeopardy. Crazy and spooky hun? Then  someone keep sending all four friends  different  messages letting them know that he/she knows they're terrifying secret. The terror is starting all over again. So far i don't know what the shocking secret is but i know that these group of kids don't want anyone to find out about it. why? i don't know so i have to keep reading. Whatever the secret is it's gotta be pretty bad the way these kids are going about the situation. In the beginning of this genre there's a girl name julie and she went to go get the mail like every morning. I guess she's been waiting for an a acceptance letter from the college she's been waiting to get into, she got mail from the college and she opened it slowly and she got accepted and she was very excited and happy and so ws her mother.  Julie mom leaned over the table and seen another envelope it was the size of a party invitation. Julie opened the envelope slowly as she opened the note in bold print it said, I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER!!! The first message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7684364631708069841?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7684364631708069841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7684364631708069841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7684364631708069841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7684364631708069841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-terrifying-it-can-hunt-you.html' title='So terrifying it can hunt you!'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3586686288367998656</id><published>2008-02-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:15:13.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Rose having these wierd dreams</title><content type='html'>The Christmas Killer- Patricia Windsor&lt;br /&gt;Post#2&lt;br /&gt;pages:8-35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              The news of Nancy Emerson startled the town. There were no details that lead to her missing. Everyone around town started making theories of what happen to Nancy. The main character Rosecleer believed she was dead she didn't want it to be  true but she just had a feeling. Further along in the story Rose started have weird dreams. Her first weird dream, Nancy was in her dream telling her to follow  her they were flying to some place. Rose couldn't really make out  where Nancy had showed her but she had some details. After i read this part i was a little confused because out of all people in the story Rose had the dream and Rose was the last one to see Nancy. Rose had a twin that she told her dreams to. He suggested that she go and tell someone. She did like her twin told her and the details she had was enough for them to find Nancy dead body. Everyone started looking at rose different because she was able to tell the police where rose body can be found but only because of the dream. It wasn't a good thing for Rose. Why do you think Rose is connecting with the dead? I'm interesting in finding out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3586686288367998656?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3586686288367998656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3586686288367998656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3586686288367998656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3586686288367998656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-is-rose-having-these-wierd-dreams.html' title='Why is Rose having these wierd dreams'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-6293680358737201920</id><published>2008-02-07T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:39:16.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mist of the dust</title><content type='html'>The pages i have read are 5 to 26 and it has been very interesting now.The thing that made me like this book was the words. The way the author spoke the words.For example: "The dust stung the sides of her face,filling her nose and coating her lips.with awhir and a flutter,half a dozen sheets of notebook paper went flying past her like strange,white birds realeased suddenly from the confinment of their cage." That right there had me stuck to see what they really were talking about. turn out that she was talking about a piece of paper but, it seem preety cool on how the author * so seemingly told how that as her paper started to come out of her hand and left those fingers that the dust was just hitting in the face it really meant that she was just standing there in a para noia shock. she looked like a rock that hasnt been moved in years.Its a good book so far and i liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-6293680358737201920?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/6293680358737201920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=6293680358737201920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/6293680358737201920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/6293680358737201920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/killing-mr-griffin-by-lois-duncan.html' title='the mist of the dust'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8689379131442343161</id><published>2008-02-01T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:54:32.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell- You Can Tell David Wasn't Too Fond Of Phil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell - Nora McClintock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post #3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages 38-45&lt;br /&gt;David was always quick to say what he didn't like about Phil's ways. He didn't like that Phil never took his mom to any chinese food, but always liked to go to bars and pubs just so he could drink his beer. The way David talks about Phil, it makes you not like him too much. Phil does sound alittle selfish. He gambles all of his (and the familey's) money away, he only like to eat at places to bennifite himself, and after being out all night gambling, he would want to sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Maby David did have something to do with his death. If not it would be very understandable why he is not upset about it too much about it.&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/9072820565487056157-8689379131442343161?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8689379131442343161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8689379131442343161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8689379131442343161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8689379131442343161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/02/tell-you-can-tell-david-wasnt-too-fond.html' title='Tell- You Can Tell David Wasn&apos;t Too Fond Of Phil'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7198785013863628891</id><published>2008-01-31T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:27:57.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell- The Different Characteristics In A Grieving Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell &lt;/span&gt;- Nora McClintock&lt;br /&gt;Post #2.&lt;br /&gt;Pages 18-38&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the mother was more worried about her relationship with Phil over her two boys (David &amp;amp; Jamie).  She would threaten or bribe them to listen and be good wail Phil was around. She would tell them if there not good, then she'll take the TV away. Or if they were good, then she'll buy them new play station games. She would say, &lt;em&gt;"If you mess up this relationship for me, I don't know what I'll do".&lt;/em&gt; This characteristic is very selfish on the mothers' behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;David most liklt didn't care for Phil so much because it is very hard to warm up to another "father-figure", when your real father has passed away. David's mother did not make the situation any easer either, because she showed that she put her relationship first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother assumed a lot about Phil. She thought he was going to take care of her alive, or dead. Well, he did not leave her any money, no insurance if anything happened to him. He also had taken out the mortgage on the house because he gambled a lot and lost a lot. It turns out that there was almost nothing in the bank. So, once again they are broke. The mother was trying to avoid this situation by being the "perfect wife", but it turns out that being the "perfect wife" isn't everything!&lt;br /&gt;If I were her I would feel terrible, because she knew she was rough on her boys. You never put someone in front of you own blood, much less a man (or relationship) in front of your own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7198785013863628891?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7198785013863628891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7198785013863628891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7198785013863628891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7198785013863628891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/tell-different-characteristics-in.html' title='Tell- The Different Characteristics In A Grieving Time.'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4850128049131032000</id><published>2008-01-18T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T05:49:45.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The book im reading is called The Christmas Killer written by Patricia Windsor. The book has 263 pages. So far this book is very interesting. It caught my attention from the beginning. It started off as a mystery about a young girl who came up missing with no links to her body. This was the towns first crime and nobody knew how to start off looking for the body. The main character Rose was the last person to have a conversation with her. The last thing Nancy (the young girl who was missing) said to Rose is "i have to tell you something'. But decided not to tell Rose and she walked away. I wonder if anybody saw that Rose was the last person to talk to her before she came up missing. If so they probably will start to believe Rose had something to do with.&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/9072820565487056157-4850128049131032000?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4850128049131032000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4850128049131032000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4850128049131032000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4850128049131032000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-killer.html' title='The Christmas Killer'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-18897192408110745</id><published>2008-01-17T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:02:47.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Mr. Griffin BY:Lois Duncan</title><content type='html'>The impressions that i have on this book is good.The way this book is being told is cool.The excitement of who is going to die next.The sound of the killer coming after you or the weight of the killer watching your every move.The killer attempting to black mail you to steal your identity.The nightmare you could have tonight or the nightmare you are already in and you can't get out or the thief that could break into your house and you would not know who it is.The life you could of had before your life got stolen from someone.The book  called The Red Kayak when the little boy found out about his friends drilling a hole into the kayak then to find out that the lady and her son went out onto the lake with the drilled hole in the kayak.He did not know what to do.The lady's son died because of the hole.That is a good mystery book that i recommend people should read.Mysteries are great books they give you insite of how someone or something could happen just like a mystery book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-18897192408110745?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/18897192408110745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=18897192408110745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/18897192408110745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/18897192408110745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/killing-mr-griffin-bylois-duncan.html' title='Killing Mr. Griffin BY:Lois Duncan'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8833654163603976202</id><published>2008-01-17T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:07:56.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell -Norah McClintock #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Write 175-225 words about your first impressions of the book. What have you noticed so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, so far this is turning into a murder mystery. Just knowing that in general will make the book interesting. A husband/ stepfather of one was killed in a shooting a few hours before 2:00am (the police came to the house around 2:00am). But the question is what was he really doing out at 2:00 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;I kind of get the feeling that David and his stepfather didn't get along. Because he was kind of hesitating on answering the cops questions. It was almost like suspicious behavior. David should of just cooperated with the deactivates, so he wouldn't look suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but for some reason it seems like David (the son) didn't care for Phil (the father) too much. I don't know why, but thats the vibe David is giving off. David told his mother to stop calling Phil his father. So, that was an odd to say at a furnal to your mother while shes griving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-8833654163603976202?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8833654163603976202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8833654163603976202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8833654163603976202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8833654163603976202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/tell-norah-mcclintock-1.html' title='Tell -Norah McClintock #1'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8559926233391055549</id><published>2008-01-15T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:09:30.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason why we choose to read a mystery genre</title><content type='html'>The reason we choose to read a mystery genre is because we all agreed that mystery is more interesting. It starts off with a good intro which makes u want to read more. It can be scary and sometimes dramatic. As we looked and found out information on mystery genres we realized that over 60 million mystery books were sold and that let us know that we picked a good genre to read. We didn't want to be bored while doing this assignment so we had to pick something that we would take time out to read and write about. We also picked this genre so that when we are done and its time to grab the readers attention about the book we read we want to be able to give a exciting speech or essay to make other people want to read mystery and it can remain the second best selling genre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-8559926233391055549?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8559926233391055549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8559926233391055549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8559926233391055549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8559926233391055549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/reason-why-we-choose-to-read-mystery.html' title='The reason why we choose to read a mystery genre'/><author><name>Reese S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17172756202487016051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-432815052059212240</id><published>2008-01-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:44:01.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Reading Project Blog Assessment</title><content type='html'>John - 4.5/5 Responses &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John, don't feel like you have to answer every question for your responses.  Some questions have multiple parts to jog your memory.  Feel free to focus on only one thing.  There are some inaccuracies in your responses and some statements that need more information, like your statements about Vietnam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shana 3.5/5 Responses (one in draft)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like that third response.  You delve deeply into the character's world and connect it with what you see today.  More of that.  Make sure you keep up with your work even if you are absent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elyse - 5/5 Responses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are coming out with a "And Then There Were None" for the Nintendo Wii.  I'm thinking about buying it.  The island sounds like a great setting for this type of story.  Sort of sounds like "The Most Dangerous Game," a short story written by Richard Connell.  Very nice responses.  Way to set the bar high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicia - 4/5 Responses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like your response, but is there anything thematic going on that will make this a good book to read in 20 years?  Let's make sure to complete all of our assignments.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-432815052059212240?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/432815052059212240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=432815052059212240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/432815052059212240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/432815052059212240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/independent-reading-project-blog.html' title='Independent Reading Project Blog Assessment'/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2045600710342015379</id><published>2008-01-04T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:41:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Carried</title><content type='html'>The thing i liked about this book was that it showed that the characters had a hard time in the vietnam war and most of them came back as different people,basically they changed as a person.Yes i enjoyed the book because it shows that life was hard back in the day.You had t think about getting drafted into the war or dying in the war or a family member dying or a bomb blowing up in front of your house.Yes its possible to find a book  you don't enjoy.You don't have to enjoy a book to read it.It will just take longer to read the book.I think the book would of been more interesting.I never even knew there were any reviews for any books until i came to english 4. A review is basically a start of something new like when people try to recommend a book to many people.I would give this book as a gift because its historical and its not to hard to read at all. I would refer it to anyone.Its a great book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2045600710342015379?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2045600710342015379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2045600710342015379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2045600710342015379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2045600710342015379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-they-carried.html' title='The Things They Carried'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-896034094465127019</id><published>2007-12-21T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:57:56.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wanna Holla POST4</title><content type='html'>In the story the characters does in fact remind me of people around me and in my society today.The same old violent situations is going on right now. I think thats where it all blossomed from. The crime taking place in the story I think movtivated or gave crime and gang violence its footprints for today. First it started with little gangs everyone just repping a little crew and than it grew bigger , stronger, more deadly, more seriously and out of control. Young tennage bodies dropping everyday just look they are today apparently for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning kids referring to teenagers just used their fist at one point of time.Sticks at one point was an option also.Everyone would fist fight until they knocked someone out or until they say blood. But it became more serious because thats when guns came into place. Alothough there a difference in this story. The teenagers would shot at their opponet but not in means to kill them.In society today teenagers shot at their oppents and try to blow their heads off.So the story does have quite few similarities today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-896034094465127019?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/896034094465127019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=896034094465127019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/896034094465127019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/896034094465127019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/makes-me-wanna-holla-post4.html' title='Makes Me Wanna Holla POST4'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2811194896073017822</id><published>2007-12-21T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T07:54:17.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Wanna Holla post3</title><content type='html'>The story is rageing in conflict. It started with racial profiling and class difference.Then later on lead to competion with everyone.Thats when violence, critisim, peer pressure, armed robbery and prison fell into place. Everybody wanted to be somebody. They wanted to prove that they had heart. They had to earn their reps. Violence thats when it came into play. See the people in Calvalier Manor uptown, downtown, midtown, and the other gang spots had beef with each other. So to prove they had nothing to lose all these gangs would have hood shootouts like they didnt have a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;           Critisim played a major role in conflict too. If u werent fly if u didnt rock that last gear you would be critized kind of similar to whats going on today.Youngsters would kill to have the new fashion accessories. Even today no one wants to be critized. In this story they call that JONIN. It would cause lots of tension between 1 or more people.These characters really had some serious issuses.&lt;br /&gt;              Peer Pressure also took a turn in these characters fast life. Anything 1 saw there peers doing that was there Q to do it to. They saw the older hood guys selling drugs carrying guns they wanted to hang so the other guys pressured them in order for them to hang. So right now in this story things are raging out of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2811194896073017822?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2811194896073017822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2811194896073017822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2811194896073017822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2811194896073017822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/makes-me-wanna-holla-post3.html' title='Makes Me Wanna Holla post3'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-1235630507734428683</id><published>2007-12-20T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:53:30.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many different &lt;em&gt;conflicts&lt;/em&gt; in this novel. The number one conflict is that no one knows who the killer is. It could either be someone hiding on the island, or one out of the ten strainers in the house. The only thing is the island is but so big. With it being an island, surrounded by nothing but water, and very hard to escape and a storm out side. I would think it would be very hard to hide. What makes the entire situation even freakier is, the people that are left on the island (or that are still alive on the island) walked around together to search if anyone (other than them) where on the island. And the scary thing is, they were the only people and the only house on the island. So, this means the killer has to be with in. This is really a huge mind game that the killer is mastering in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At this point I would be so very scared! I don't know what I would do in this situation?....I probably would be the one to kill everyone left on the island to guarantee my life, but I don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Obviously the characters in this novel have many qualities. They are cruel, angry, dishonest, and vengeful. All of the characters are being dishonest toward each other. (Remember: in the beginning, the voice that revealed every ones secret past of the murders they were responsible or convicted for). The killer is cruel, angry, vengeful (over something), and very dishonest. The killer has to be one of the stringers on the island, because if not, then who is? So, once the killer is revealed than that shows all of those qualities, especially being dishonest. But its not like he was going to confess to his victims that he was the killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I did not have to force myself to read this book because I wanted to find out what was going to happen to these characters on this mysterious (deadly) island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really did enjoy this book.  I would also recommend it to my friends.  If you like twisted murder mysteries, than this book is just right for you!  Oh, and wait till you get to the end of the book.  You will be so surprised, the ending is really good!  Everything just falls right into place.  The whole thing will make perfect sense.....I think the ending is what really what made me enjoy the book even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-1235630507734428683?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/1235630507734428683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=1235630507734428683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/1235630507734428683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/1235630507734428683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-there-were-none-agatha_20.html' title='And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #5'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4408308721292136633</id><published>2007-12-20T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:16:01.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clover-By Dori Sanders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a very picky reader but for some weird reason this book caught my eye. This nine year old girl new how to grab my heart. Through the whole novel she would get flashbacks of times her and her father had. Her father was the principle of the school she went to and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rearly&lt;/span&gt; got in trouble but one day she had an assignment to do and she said she didn't feel like doing it the teacher tried to go to every resort except sending her to her fathers office but she kept acting out which wasn't normal of her so the teacher finally sent clover down their. She went in and she said the look her father had was a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; look. He gave  her a chance to explain herself she tried but their really wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; for her to explain. She was in the wrong, he knew it and she knew it. But her father loved her so much and she doesn't usually get in trouble so he didn't really know what to do being his little angel in all. He gave her a slight punishment she was said but she got over it and they both moved on. Clover was so use to having her father to herself  so when her stepmother came along she really didn't like her much but after he died her new stepmother stayed around and clover started to like her she started to like her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-4408308721292136633?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4408308721292136633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4408308721292136633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4408308721292136633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4408308721292136633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/clover-by-dori-sanders_20.html' title='Clover-By Dori Sanders'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2482501680552740961</id><published>2007-12-19T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:07:17.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Carried</title><content type='html'>Certain parts of the book made me comfortable cause there would be time were you would be safe and times you wouldn't be safe.The reason I felt comfortable with this book is because that the way the characters expressed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; was that they always talk about the Lieutenant Jimmy Crosses love life on how he to a letter or a picture to another level.No because I haven't read that many books.This book reminds me of the movie Platoon.The book and the movie are alike because the book talks about the things they carried and the movie showed what they carried.The book is different from the movie because the movie their was rain that was up to their chest and in the book they dont even talk about how much it rained and how long it rained.I don't know nothing about the author Tim O'brien.No the book is not an auto biography.The athor doesn't bring his life experience into the book.Yes its similiar to the other books he wrote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2482501680552740961?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2482501680552740961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2482501680552740961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2482501680552740961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2482501680552740961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-they-carried_19.html' title='The Things They Carried'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7920434840463805934</id><published>2007-12-19T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:07:35.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this novel has alot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;symbolism.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The "poem" is maybe a clue of how each guest will die.  Because there are ten guests, they all have a past in common (murder), and there are ten little Indians in the poem.  Along with the poem, there's these ten little Indian figures on the dining room table.  When someone dies or is "missing", one of the Indian figures goes missing.  All of these clues are symbols in a way.&lt;br /&gt;Who ever the killer is, is playing a mind game with the all of the victims.&lt;br /&gt;Every ones pointing the finger at someone else, and they're all beginning to become very paranoid.  Whale there blaming each other, there not paying attention to who the really killer could be.&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is a big mind game to me.&lt;br /&gt;The killer was very smart when it came to the time and place (setting).  He planned this so it would take place during a huge storm.  With this storm, it prevents anyone from escaping the island.  So, the violence of the weather symbolises the violence that is taking place on the island.&lt;br /&gt;I think the killer's "mind games" (mentally) killed the victims more than the killer did (physically).  I think your own mind can kill you faster than another person can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7920434840463805934?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7920434840463805934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7920434840463805934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7920434840463805934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7920434840463805934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-there-were-none-agatha_19.html' title='And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #4'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3541586839473941133</id><published>2007-12-19T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:14:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clover-by Dori Sanders</title><content type='html'>The thing that is so unique about the setting is that it took place in South Carolina with peach farmers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;textile&lt;/span&gt; workers, drunks and crazy people, with newly middle class along with terminally poor.Now where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from (Buffalo,N.Y.)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;there's a &lt;/span&gt;few drunks,crazy people, middle class and the poor. But there is no peach farmers and every thing I named that I found unique about the setting  is all going on kind of at the same time. This novel was written in 1990. I think this novel would still be a good book to read decades from now.I think this book could be a book that was written now in this time because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; still peach farming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;textile&lt;/span&gt; working, drunks, crazy people, fireflies and that good old southern accent going on down in South Carolina. People around the time when this book was written had good moral values and was very appreciative and its still kind of like that down there but not as much as it use to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3541586839473941133?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3541586839473941133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3541586839473941133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3541586839473941133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3541586839473941133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/clover-by-dori-sanders.html' title='Clover-by Dori Sanders'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2918972247088466125</id><published>2007-12-18T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:58:20.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Carried</title><content type='html'>The experience they get is fun but the death part scares me even know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not afraid of death.The experience that makes them grow is that they get the extend training.I would change my fathers maybe they would help him with his drinking problem.I would change his life that he did not ever touch beer in his life.Maybe his life could be different.The reason i picked this person was so he would not die cause he has a heart problem.Dave Jensen i identify from the book because i would carry foot powder so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; catch trench foot.The time period this book is set in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vietnam war.I know a little about the Vietnam war.I know that we should have never went there.I would have not wanted to live in that time period  because it you would be scared to get bombed  back in the day.The book called the things they carried was written in 1979.The things that I would like to learn about this book is that did the soldiers kill the vietnamese wrongly and hurt them in ways that people now days couldn't imagin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2918972247088466125?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2918972247088466125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2918972247088466125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2918972247088466125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2918972247088466125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-they-carried_18.html' title='The Things They Carried'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3714546523739943224</id><published>2007-12-14T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:34:42.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoduction</title><content type='html'>I am reading a novel called Makes Me Wanna Holla about a young black man growing up in America. The book is about money,power,respect,war, and living the American life back in the day as a black person.&lt;br /&gt;               So far I like this book but there are a few floss on how the way they would handle things. I like how it speaks out on the black American life when they weren't treated equally and how they  came around and made a big come up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3714546523739943224?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3714546523739943224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3714546523739943224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3714546523739943224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3714546523739943224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/intoduction.html' title='Intoduction'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7430192560247794431</id><published>2007-12-14T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:23:22.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKES ME WANNA HOLLA-POST2</title><content type='html'>In the story Makes Me Wanna Holler the author experiences does make him grow. Growing up where whites and blacks were still discriminant against one another was a big challenge.The author had to face new obstacles everyday in which indeed made him stronger. He resided in a neighborhood called Cavalier Manor in which only blacks lived until a street with whites separated them. The author took up a mean growth spurt from it. The authors parents sent him to an all white school because they wanted him to have the best education. Being the only black person in a school that was no longer segregated but still racist was something that helped the author grow.&lt;br /&gt;        He have to keep his head up everyday because he was among a group of people the doesn't honor him or see him as a human. They look at him as if he was some type of alien from another planet because hes black. He fought new battles everyday.He had to learn to go school and keep his head not caring what anyone thinks of him and this made him stronger and stronger everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7430192560247794431?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7430192560247794431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7430192560247794431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7430192560247794431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7430192560247794431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/makes-me-wanna-holla-post2.html' title='MAKES ME WANNA HOLLA-POST2'/><author><name>shay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11461969821344614221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a43.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/24/m_5a8d317addc0cc1fe3131d098ef2245a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7297458990965816258</id><published>2007-12-13T16:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:56:03.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Allure of the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt; Into the Wild ;, Jon Krakauer, pgs 144-207 (end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;Death of a Salesman&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;, Arthur Miller, pgs 1-97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I finished &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;Into the Wild&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; and started rereading a book that I'm studying with my AP Literature class.  As I read the first act of the play I was struck by the similarity between Chris McCandless and many of the characters from &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;Death of a Salesman&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;.  The main character of this story, Willy Loman frets over a missed opportunity to accompany his older brother to Alaska to make money. Instead he is 60 and stuck in a dead end sales job.  Interestingly enough, Willy's father abandoned &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;him&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; as a child to also seek fortune in Alaska.  In a weird twist, Willy is disappointed in his son Biff because he is constantly seeking work outside of the norm of the day.  He's worked on cattle farms and other jobs that Willy does not respect.  Biff explains that he likes these jobs because he's not stuck inside at a desk and can be out in the open air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;In American culture the west has always been symbolic of the open frontier, a vast unexplored wilderness where a man could make his living outside of the realm of laws and societal constraints.  It's interesting that these two books, written 50 years apart, have such similar themes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Does anyone else know of any characters who seek a life outside of society?  Anyone have a friend or family member who constantly wants to go out on the open road?  What do you think drives a person to feel like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Dear Blogger:&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;  This is not a spam post.  I am mailing to publish this on all of my student's blogs in order to provide a sample and to engage in discussions.  Please call off the spambots.&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/9072820565487056157-7297458990965816258?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7297458990965816258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7297458990965816258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7297458990965816258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7297458990965816258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/allure-of-west.html' title='The Allure of the West'/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-9147840349303232906</id><published>2007-12-12T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:46:56.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The novel is slowly starting to come together in chapter 3.  Everyone in the house went into one room, and a voice came out into the silence.  This voice went on to tell what everyone had in common. It turns out that everyone in the room was once charged with murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm assuming that they were not caught. Or they were charged unfairly in a trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that we know what they all have in common, we have to find out why they are all there and who is the "master planner" for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can tell that what the voice was saying about the characters was true because they all were getting nervous. They all were asking who was that speaking, and they were all trying to plead their case. You can kind of tell when someone is lying, because after hearing the shocking truth, that person immediately tries to plead their case to persuade your opinion on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I were one of the guests, I would be really nervous after hearing all of the disturbing information.  I would then know that I was not there for what the "letter" said, but for something else.  I then would assume that someone was going to die.  I would just make sure that, that someone was not going to be me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anthony Marston just died by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;choking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; on his drink.  The poem states: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think this is an example of irony.  The author emphasized the poem in the beginning, and the first death just happened to match up with the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9072820565487056157-9147840349303232906?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/9147840349303232906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=9147840349303232906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/9147840349303232906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/9147840349303232906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-there-were-none-agatha_12.html' title='And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #3'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-1199248887702942383</id><published>2007-12-12T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T06:07:15.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clover-Dori Sanders</title><content type='html'>If i could ask any character a question it would be Clover and my question would be after all this that has happened how does she really feel about the situation of her father dying and why didn't she or his wife cry? If i could ask the author any question it would be how did she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;come&lt;/span&gt; about creating this book? Does this novel has anything to do with her or someone she knew/know? I chose these questions because how can you not cry at your fathers funeral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; shes to young and didn't get to have that father, daughter bond but the way she talks about him it seems like they did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why i want to how does she feel about the situation and how did she feel when she seen him laying in that casket. Same thing with his  newly wed wife why wasn't she crying is it because she knows that he is in a better place because if something happened to the love of my life i would be crushed. And last but not least what made the author write such a deep, heart touching realistic book. Does it kind of relate to her or someone she know? Maybe ill find out at the end of this deep novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-1199248887702942383?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/1199248887702942383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=1199248887702942383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/1199248887702942383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/1199248887702942383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/clover-dori-sanders.html' title='Clover-Dori Sanders'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-5742237351526448088</id><published>2007-12-11T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T05:58:48.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Carried</title><content type='html'>The things they carried were of the many.The characters do seem real and believable.I can not relate to their predicaments because i never went to war.The extent of memories is from all the  war stories my grandpa use to talk about.It felt like i was there in the war zone fighting with my grandpa.The characters changed by the people they killed and their friends that died fighting with them .The things that triggered the change they had to deal with watching their friends die in front of them.Only  one character tells the story.It doesnt color the telling because their was only one speaker.I sympathize the fact that i've never been to war and  i feel sorry for the ones that went to war cause it was hard.They couldn't see their  families.Yes they are because if i went to war i would do the same stuff they are doing right now.Troubling if you went to war would you act crazy.No their actions are not consistent because war is a consistent thing but death is also consistent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-5742237351526448088?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5742237351526448088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=5742237351526448088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5742237351526448088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5742237351526448088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-they-carried.html' title='The Things They Carried'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-3654116147947135921</id><published>2007-12-07T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T06:13:53.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The characterization was very realistic to me, the 10-year old girl clover also seems very  smart and careful. The reason why the characterization seems so real to me is because how great in detail she goes when shes explaining her family members. She also explains their attitudes and how they always been that way or if they just start acting that way because someone new is around. She also does not trust or is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; around her new stepmother because she says she barely know her so she seems like a total stranger to her.&lt;br /&gt;        If i ever got a chance to meet clover i would because she seems so real and brave to me. I like  her style just to be a 10-year old and every times shes saying something i understand her and feel where shes coming from. The actions that clover makes is plausible to me because like i said shes real and she does not wait on other people to get what she want or find out what she want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-3654116147947135921?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/3654116147947135921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=3654116147947135921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3654116147947135921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/3654116147947135921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/characterization-was-very-realistic-to.html' title=''/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8841276886962360015</id><published>2007-12-07T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:23:32.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This book reminds me a lot of the movie &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Clue&lt;/span&gt;. You have a group of strangers, who don't know each other, and have never seen one another. They seem to have something in common with one another, but you can't really tell what it is. They all happen to be go to the same destination, to a place where they've never been. I feel that something will happen once they get to Indian Island. Another "clue" that's kind of creepy is, Indian Island is nothing but rocky cliffs and trees. There is one big house at the top of the mountain. With there binning nothing but rocks and trees, you have to remember that you're on an Island (surrounded by water). You wouldn't be able to escape if you wanted to (if something were to happen). No one would be able to escape death in this setting. The situation that these people are putting them selves into is so......just not a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter two Vera Claythorne found a poem or riddle that she remembered from her child hood days:&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And Then There Were None &lt;/span&gt;(poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One choked his little self and then there were nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One overslept himself and then there were eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Five little Indian boys going for law;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One got in Chancery &lt;/span&gt;(shot)&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; and then there were four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Four little Indian boys going out to sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Three little Indian boys walking to the Zoo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A big bear hugged one and then there were two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One got frizzled up and then there was one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One little Indian Boy left all alone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He went and hanged himself and then there were none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think this poem that stood in front of the fireplace foreshadows what will happen further into the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read more of the book, it seems like all of the strangers have something from there past to hide. Like Vera doesn't like to think of the sea for some reason. And Dr. Armstrong was very anxious to find out more about the people on the Island, and the people how owned the Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what to think about the story now because all of the charters seem as suspicious suspects (I kind of get an eerie feeling).  This novel reminds me allot like the movie Clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&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/9072820565487056157-8841276886962360015?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8841276886962360015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8841276886962360015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8841276886962360015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8841276886962360015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-there-were-none-agatha_07.html' title='And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie #2.'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-8029797800354275350</id><published>2007-12-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:54:02.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer Pages: 1-144</title><content type='html'>So, the book I&amp;#39;m reading is about this early twenty something kid who  &lt;br&gt;is pretty alienated.  It&amp;#39;s a nonfiction book, and since I haven&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;summed it up yet in a previous response, it&amp;#39;s about a kid who is  &lt;br&gt;searching for meaning in life and seeks this meaning by exploring.   &lt;br&gt;At the beginning of the book we find out that he ends up dying in the  &lt;br&gt;middle of Alaska to exposure.&lt;p&gt;Even though I think I&amp;#39;m supposed to, I&amp;#39;m having a really hard time  &lt;br&gt;identifying with the main character, Chris McCandless.   I look at  &lt;br&gt;the cover and there&amp;#39;s this picture of Emile Hirsch portraying  &lt;br&gt;McCandless. He&amp;#39;s a good looking kid, and he&amp;#39;s kind of sitting in this  &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;top of the world&amp;quot; type dominant pose.  The author seems to really  &lt;br&gt;identify with the character, and spends a couple of chapters relating  &lt;br&gt;his own similar experiences.  And McCandless is seemingly the rugged,  &lt;br&gt;individualistic antihero that Americans celebrate.&lt;p&gt;But, I can&amp;#39;t get into him, and I think it&amp;#39;s because I&amp;#39;m a parent  &lt;br&gt;now.  I see the way this kid abandoned his parents, went off into the  &lt;br&gt;middle of nowhere, took chances, didn&amp;#39;t write home, and espoused his  &lt;br&gt;theories on the way life works to whomever would listen, and I&amp;#39;m  &lt;br&gt;like, &amp;quot;dude...call your mom, dad and sister.  They&amp;#39;re worried sick.&amp;quot;   &lt;br&gt;The kid is kind of portrayed as this spiritual, deep Thoreau quoting  &lt;br&gt;prophetic figure, but he just strikes me as naive and self centered.   &lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know what I&amp;#39;d do if I was his parent.  I would be devastated  &lt;br&gt;if my son took off after graduating college and just disappeared.   &lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s really rather sad.&lt;p&gt;(By the way, if you&amp;#39;re wondering, this response is to the 7th bullet  &lt;br&gt;under character.  The total length of this response is 279 words.  I  &lt;br&gt;summed up the book to start because I figured you&amp;#39;d need that  &lt;br&gt;information, but then I really tried to stick to talking about  &lt;br&gt;whether or not I identified with the main character and why.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-8029797800354275350?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/8029797800354275350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=8029797800354275350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8029797800354275350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/8029797800354275350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/into-wild-jon-krakauer-pages-1-144.html' title='Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer Pages: 1-144'/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2549120269361914439</id><published>2007-12-04T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:17:20.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime A Rainbow Dies a novel by Rita Williams-Garcia</title><content type='html'>My book is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; A Rainbow Dies by Rita Williams.The taste of this book is basically about a dude named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thulani&lt;/span&gt; that loves birds .ever since he found her battered and raped in the alley near his home,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thulani&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been able to think about anything but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt;.the first time he gave thought about his mother dying along time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this book basically because it had a bird on it .but as soon as i started reading it. it was great the first couple sentences. but it still is a good book to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2549120269361914439?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2549120269361914439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2549120269361914439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2549120269361914439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2549120269361914439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/everytime-rainbow-dies-novel-by-rita.html' title='Everytime A Rainbow Dies a novel by Rita Williams-Garcia'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16960735489896900455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-5462674265996532425</id><published>2007-12-04T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:17:55.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clover a novel by Dori Sanders</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a novel  called Clover, by Dori Sanders . Its  about a 10year old  African American&lt;br /&gt; girl in a small town in South Carolina. In the beginning of this novel shes going to her fathers&lt;br /&gt; funeral and for some weird reason she wasn't wearing black. Everyone knows your suppose to wear black to a funeral. The 10year old fathers death was tragic, it was a little bit after his wedding. The small town is filled with drunks peach farmers, drunks and crazy people. There's also wealthy families and poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So far her new stepmother seems alright but the death is kind of suspicious to me because it was right after  his wedding. Weird right? Also her mother was Caucasian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-5462674265996532425?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/5462674265996532425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=5462674265996532425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5462674265996532425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/5462674265996532425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/clover-novel-by-dori-sanders.html' title='Clover a novel by Dori Sanders'/><author><name>delicia08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08276211046530551220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-7767729937901917062</id><published>2007-12-03T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:13:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm reading the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Then There Were None&lt;/span&gt; by Agatha Christie.  It's about eight strangers invited to Indian Island (off the English coast).  The eight guests were told different things in a letter to get them to go to the Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_2.html', '64d89f8005', '500', '500')"&gt;Vera Claythorne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, a former governess, thinks she has been hired as a secretary.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_3.html', 'ae74f9d1ed', '500', '500')"&gt;Philip Lombard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, an adventurer, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_5.html', 'e623fd4d5c', '500', '500')"&gt;William Blore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, an ex-detective, think they've been hired to look out for trouble over the weekend.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_4.html', 'aaecb6a3c6', '500', '500')"&gt;Dr. Armstrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; thinks he's been hired to look after the wife of the island’s owner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_6.html', '1c16ba38e6', '500', '500')"&gt;Emily Brent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_8.html', '2a5feba65c', '500', '500')"&gt;General Macarthur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_10.html', '7137ee5839', '500', '500')"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Marston, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="javascript:ScrollingPopup('http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/andthenthere/terms/char_1.html', '9445b95a12', '500', '500')"&gt;Judge Wargrave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; think they are going to visit old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love mystery books/stories!  This book kind of resembles the book/movie/game, Clue.  But this story seems to have a little twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elyse Woods&lt;br /&gt;Period 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-7767729937901917062?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/7767729937901917062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=7767729937901917062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7767729937901917062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/7767729937901917062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-there-were-none-agatha.html' title='And Then There Were None -Agatha Christie'/><author><name>Elyse2008</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01719804849121676825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-4851251490908591977</id><published>2007-12-03T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T05:17:29.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your 1st Post!</title><content type='html'>Today in class we will be posting to our blogs. To keep things simple, this&lt;br&gt;first post will be a kind of introductory thing. Here&amp;#39;s what I&amp;#39;d like each&lt;br&gt;of you to write (make sure it is under your own display name):&lt;p&gt;   1. In 2-3 sentences, give us a taste of the book. What is the title? Who&lt;br&gt;is the author? What is the &amp;quot;gist&amp;quot;? (It&amp;#39;s about a girl who...)&lt;br&gt;   2. In a separate paragraph of 2-3 sentences, finish this sentence: One&lt;br&gt;thing I like (or don&amp;#39;t like) about the book so far is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-4851251490908591977?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/4851251490908591977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=4851251490908591977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4851251490908591977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/4851251490908591977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-1st-post.html' title='Your 1st Post!'/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-2715904609090716115</id><published>2007-11-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:09:20.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>Hello folks.  I just wanted to give you a hearty welcome to the  &lt;br&gt;blogosphere (the world of weblogs, according to my widget dictionary).&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to send you more meaty information in the next few days  &lt;br&gt;(right now I&amp;#39;m testing out the &amp;quot;mail to blogger&amp;quot; option I told some  &lt;br&gt;of you about today).&lt;p&gt;But for now, I want to talk to you about grammar and conventions.   &lt;br&gt;These are blogs for my English class, and I expect you to follow the  &lt;br&gt;rules of standard English as best as you can.  Some of our previous  &lt;br&gt;rm305 blog discussions were replete with mistake after mistake.  You  &lt;br&gt;may IM your friends and write on Myspace one way, but on these blogs  &lt;br&gt;we are going to assume a more academic diction.&lt;p&gt;Thanks for the help.  If you have any questions, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-2715904609090716115?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/2715904609090716115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=2715904609090716115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2715904609090716115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/2715904609090716115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072820565487056157.post-416049318509288804</id><published>2007-11-29T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:41:39.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9072820565487056157-416049318509288804?l=1man3ladies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/feeds/416049318509288804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9072820565487056157&amp;postID=416049318509288804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/416049318509288804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9072820565487056157/posts/default/416049318509288804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1man3ladies.blogspot.com/2007/11/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Mr. Malley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573948615944083853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0MyrU26D3ow/R1oH_xcJLlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/z0sMt2aRIwg/S220/Blogger-Profile-Picture-REad-a-Book.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
