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		<title>FALL OUT BOY</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/10/28/fall-out-boy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 21:05:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I know that this is old but last year my dad let me meet my favorite band because of my grades, i have been putting off putting it up but that ends now. because it was a VIP backstage thing, they took the picture, but i got to get them to sign anything i wanted [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know that this is old but last year my dad let me meet my favorite band because of my grades, i have been putting off putting it up but that ends now. because it was a VIP backstage thing, they took the picture, but i got to get them to sign anything i wanted for free. ( as appose to waiting forever in line to pay 20$ for a CD that i already have and another 5$ for them to sign it and 10$ for the picture.) so here it is&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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<p>Ya i know they are short!!!!!!!! But i have to say that i almost fainted right there, it made my life and it was just the best thing that ever happened to me, i was in the other girls group, i just meet them that day (just in case you were wondering)</p>
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		<title>A SAYING TO MAKE YOU SMILE</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/10/15/a-saying-to-make-you-smile/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In every girl’s life, 
 
there are three guys.
The one she loves, the one she hates,
&#38; the one she cant get enough of.
And in the end,
they’re usually all the
same guy
 
 
 


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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large">I<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">n</span> e<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">v</span>e<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">r</span>y <span style="COLOR: #3366ff">g</span>i<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">r</span>l<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">’</span>s <span style="COLOR: #3366ff">l</span>i<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">f</span>e<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">,</span> </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"> </span><br />
there are three guys.</p>
<p><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;">The one she <span style="COLOR: #3366ff">loves</span>, the one she <span style="COLOR: #3366ff">hates</span>,<br />
&amp; the one she <span style="COLOR: #ff3399">cant get</span><span style="COLOR: #3366ff"> enough </span><span style="COLOR: #ff3399">of</span>.<br />
And in the end,<br />
they’re usually all the<br />
<span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large">s<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">a</span>m<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">e</span> g<span style="COLOR: #3366ff">u</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large">y</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"> </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"> </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Swiss911 XCm BT;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #ff1493;"><span style="FONT-SIZE: xx-large"> </span></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>READY TO LIVE?</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/09/22/ready-to-live/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:12:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was just reading on Mr. B&#8217;s blog again and I saw this saying&#8230; 
We are always getting ready to live but never living. 
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
 
That’s when it hit me; I realized that the saying is right. Everyone is always ready to live but never follow through. I admit that I am like that, I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.25pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'">I was just reading on <a href="http://blogush.edublogs.org/2009/09/21/now/">Mr. B&#8217;s blog </a>again and I saw this saying&#8230; </span></p>
<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.25pt"><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'">We are always getting ready to live but never living. </span></em></p>
<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.25pt"><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'">~Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></em></p>
<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.25pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'"> </span></p>
<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.25pt"><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'">That’s when it hit me; I realized that the saying is right. Everyone is always ready to live but never follow through. I admit that I am like that, I am ready to just throw myself out there at any moment, when the moment comes I hide back, and I think it is just because I am scared to see what would happen. I mean I would rather live a life of crazy moments then a live of regrets. I guess it’s just like that for everyone, we always say things will change but we never act to make them, we are all just waiting for that brave person to come around and help everyone. </span></em></p>
<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.25pt"><em><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'">I am done with that, I want to be no, going to be that brave person, just throw myself out there. Dance like no one’s watching. It’s time for all of us to be ready to live; if we all were this world would be so much different, maybe even better. Who knows maybe there will be no war.</span></em></p>
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		<title>FIRST PROJECT</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/09/22/first-project/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:03:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ok well I just got my first high school project; I am happy and sad because projects are not fun at all. But then when the teacher said he didn’t care how we presented our project, it got me thinking to back in Mr. B’s class. I can go all out on this project. I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ok well I just got my first high school project; I am happy and sad because projects are not fun at all. But then when the teacher said he didn’t care how we presented our project, it got me thinking to back in Mr. B’s class. I can go all out on this project. I can make an audio or a video or just a song. Well maybe not a song to sing in front of everyone but one they could hear that I recorded. When he said a slide show would be great, I thought of when Mr. B said that we could not have many words on it. The kids started to talk about putting key points on the slides and just doing all this boring stuff. Before I tell you what happens next I better tell you that the project is about Egypt, which is my specialty, we have to pick one of the 7 things that make an empire strong, and my group picked culture. Okay well after they said all the slide stuff, I said we should make a costume, they all looked at me weird, but then I said that we should make a costume of a famous pharaoh and say why they wore that and what it meant. Then they said that was great but it can’t just be about clothes, so I added food and how they ate, we should make a dinner setting of how they ate and what should be on the plates. They all thought it was a great idea and completely different, I was happy at my strange mind <img src='http://karen7.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>IF I WAS A KID AGAIN, WHAT WOULD I DO?</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/09/02/if-i-was-a-kid-again-what-would-i-do/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 23:06:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was reading some of Mr. B&#8217;s posts and I don’t know why but it just got me thinking to when I was a kid.  I know I’m still a kid, but there is a huge difference between kid and teen. So I started thinking of what I would do if I was a kid.
I would [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was reading some of Mr. B&#8217;s <a href="http://blogush.edublogs.org/">posts</a> and I don’t know why but it just got me thinking to when I was a kid.  I know I’m still a kid, but there is a huge difference between kid and teen. So I started thinking of what I would do if I was a kid.</p>
<p>I would wake up at 6 am on the weekends because for some reason I could, and I would watch bugs bunny cartoons. Then I would go outside and play with my best friend and neighbor (she still is my neighbor today and we are still close) Charlie, we would freak when the ice cream man came because that was a rare treat on our street. Then I would go to a play ground, anyone at that, and I would just play on it and laugh and have fun.</p>
<p>But none of those things are what I would do. I think that when I was a kid I didn’t care, for once about what people thought of me or how my hair looked, or what I wore, or even the makeup on my face. I just would not care; I would just go out and have fun. But why can’t I do that now, the sad part is that I don’t even remember a time when I started caring what people thought about me. I just remember when middle school started that was when the judging did too.</p>
<p>So people being mean and making fun of me making me want to wear name brands and put makeup on? Since when was our lives ruled by what other people thought? I know exactly when&#8230;.. When middle school starts, thats the bringing of you becoming the one person you hated and not realizing it till it was too late, until you have to get up at 5 in the morning to straighten your hair and put your makeup on, so you could take the bus at 7.</p>
<p>people always ask me why I joined band, and I answer with &#8220;it was the only thing my sister didn’t do&#8221; that’s a lie, I joined band because it’s the only place where every kid from every click joins together and just plays music and has fun. I can give you a good example, for high school we have to go to the school field from 8am to 3pm and practice marching and playing for the competitions starting the first weekend after school starts. After that week, on the last day if you paused and just looked at us, you would see all of us joking around and laughing, having a great time. You could see a family, not by blood but the type of kids that would help you, the freshmen in the band were well protected by the upperclassmen, and if you messed with one of us you messed with all of us. (Think of it like an army, only less discipline, our band teacher always says “we are one person, one mind, one soul.”) We all know each other by name and know things that they like or dislike. We have those inside jokes that only the band knows, simple things like one word &#8220;delicious&#8221; say that to anyone of my schools band members and all of us would just burst out laughing.</p>
<p>The band is the one place where there is no judging at all, not on how you look or carry yourself, we are all just friendly people that stick together through the drama and stress of high school. And here’s the best part&#8230;.. We don’t care what you say about the band or being band geeks, because we are having a WAY better high school experience then you will ever have</p>
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		<title>IF I WAS NOT AFRIAD</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/08/30/if-i-was-not-afriad/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 15:21:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my old teachers, Mr. B, wrote a post on &#8220;five things i would do if i was not afriad.&#8221;  So i thought i would give it a try, so here it goes&#8230;
1) I would get the guts to try out for the high school football team, and if I made the team I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my old teachers, Mr. B, wrote a post on<a href="http://blogush.edublogs.org/2009/08/27/if-i-were-not-afraid/#respond"></a> <a href="http://blogush.edublogs.org/2009/08/27/if-i-were-not-afraid/">&#8220;five things i would do if i was not afriad.&#8221;</a>  So i thought i would give it a try, so here it goes&#8230;</p>
<p>1) I would get the guts to try out for the high school football team, and if I made the team I would make sure the coach let me play.<br />
2) Try out for the lead part in a school musical and show everyone my talent at singing, of course I would have to get rid of my stage fright.<br />
3) Do a solo for a band concert on the trombone.<br />
4) stand up for myself and not let anyone, older or younger, tell me what to do. With teens of course like in high school not with adults.<br />
5) I would go out on a limb every day and not be afraid of taking chances and raising my hand in class.</p>
<p>I was just thinking as I wrote this that I’m not going to make this and if I was not afraid list, I am going to make it a &#8220;goals&#8221; I am going to do everything on this list. Just like we all should, we should all make a list of things we would do if we were not afraid, then we should do those things.</p>
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		<title>HIGH SCHOOL</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/08/16/high-school/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 19:19:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I know I have not written in a while, well it is almost the end of summer now and I am going into high school. I am very scared because I don’t want to be a freshman. that when I realized&#8230; there is always going to be a time where you are at the bottom [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know I have not written in a while, well it is almost the end of summer now and I am going into high school. I am very scared because I don’t want to be a freshman. that when I realized&#8230; there is always going to be a time where you are at the bottom even when your older, and when you finally get to the top it will be too late and you&#8217;ll have to be at the bottom again. For example, school, a new grade and a new school, work, starting out and being the boss, and just life itself. That’s when I realized that I shouldn’t worry about it because when I’m a senior I’m going to have to be a freshman in collage, but I think I’m just scared of just being in high school and what could happen.</p>
<p>If you are in high school and have advice you can give me please comment and tell me. <img src='http://karen7.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>YOUR RUNNING SOMEONE ELSES RACE.</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/06/16/your-running-someone-elses-race/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 19:40:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>karen7</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do you ever wonder if you’re running a race that’s not yours, or the gun shot and everyone is already ahead of you? What do you do then? Most people would say give up because if they are already way ahead why try. This gets me thinking, about how this is in with everything I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #000000;">Do you ever wonder if you’re running a race that’s not yours, or the gun shot and everyone is already ahead of you? What do you do then? Most people would say give up because if they are already way ahead why try. This gets me thinking, about how this is in with everything I am going through now.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">School and grades, I admit I had the worst grades but that was because I really did lose the race, I felt like I was running someone else’s race and why should I try if I am losing. I just didn’t do what I knew I could. I paid for it too, I could have gotten into algebra this year but instead I am in a really slow group in a way, I am the only one that raises my hand really. I am working hard this year because I realized that it’s not someone else’s race it’s everyone’s race, just one race for everyone where everyone can win but no one tries to or wants to; it’s a race were the gun shot goes off when no one is ready and by the time they realize that the race started they just give up and don’t even try, it’s a race where everyone can win but no one does. I guess you can call it a race of life. But also I want to prove those kids that called me dumb wrong, just because I am not in the smartest group does not mean I am dumb it just means I did not try hard the year before. on the last day of school my mom brought me to the principals office because she was scared I would fail the 8th grade, he looked at my grades and looked me straight in the face and said, &#8221; You are right Karen, why try when you clearly are to dumb to even make the honor roll.&#8221; that got me mad and I wanted to prove him wrong but each report card I had a C in either science or Spanish, but this turn I got an A in Spanish and a B in science, so I am going to prove him wrong.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Drama and friends, this is a big factor. A girl in my school that uses to be my friend said the worst thing to me, &#8220;Karen why should I be nice to you, you’re not even worth it, because your nothing and you have no friends.&#8221; I am not going to lie this hurt me a little, but this is one of those times when you know who your real friends are. My best friend Asiastopped the girl as she was walking and said, &#8220;HOLD UP! Don’t you talk to her like that; you should not say that coming from someone that only has sympathy friends because they feel bad for you having no one. And you should speak for yourself because I for one am happy to be Karen’s friend and I are happy she is not your friend because you don’t deserve a wonderful girl like her to give you advice and drop everything because you need help with something.&#8221;</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">But you know those days when you feel like everything can’t get any worse. Like this morning when I was getting off the bus I tripped and fell, perfect way to start the morning. Then I trip in front of my crush. Want to know how I lived through the rest of the day? I laughed, I fell off the bus I laughed and joked about it, I tripped in front of him, I laughed and said &#8220;well this is a great way to say hello.&#8221; he laughed back. See now when you are feeling like you can&#8217;t hold on anymore, or your going to break down; just laugh, about something that happened that was funny or turn the bad thing and look at it in a good way. Like falling in front of my crush was a bad thing but now we have something to joke about with each other. </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I will end my post with this. I thought about it after writing a post before about if tomorrow will be better; I thought of something to answer it by and I think it works for both posts. </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">You can&#8217;t have a better tomorrow when you are always thinking about yesterdays mistakes. </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Think about that <img src='http://karen7.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></span></span></p>
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		<title>MY DAD ONCE TOLD ME</title>
		<link>http://karen7.edublogs.org/2009/06/09/my-dad-once-told-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 21:16:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My dad once said &#8220;life is about falling; living is about getting back up.&#8221; He told me this when I was so mad because nothing was going right for me, me and him talked it over and he said that its not going to go right for you, you have to make it that way. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #cc99ff; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #cc99ff; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman;">My dad once said &#8220;life is about falling; living is about getting back up.&#8221; He told me this when I was so mad because nothing was going right for me, me and him talked it over and he said that its not going to go right for you, you have to make it that way. And I finally figured out what he meant by that. He meant that life is not just going to be you want something to happen it does, no; life is about wanting something to happen and getting the guts to make it happen. There is a song by Taylor swift called “Fearless” in an interview they asked her why she would write a song about never being afraid, this was her answer…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman;">“The song is not about never being afraid it’s about being fearless. Fearless is being terrified. But jumping anyway. Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, but you can&#8217;t breathe without. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again&#8230;even though every time you&#8217;ve tried before, you&#8217;ve lost. Fearless is having faith that someday things will change. Fearless is telling that special guy that you like him; it’s learning how to deal with the silence after you tell the guy not what he might say. Fearless is allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor.” </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small; color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman;">I don’t think fearless is that, to me fearless is making a mistake and learning from it, it’s getting nervous around your crush but talking to him anyway. It loves someone no matter what age you are. It’s dancing in the rain. It’s not caring who’s watching you act strange. It’s not missing an opportunity when it comes. It’s not getting mad of a C on a test. You see fearless is not having any fears; it’s will to look past them.</span></p>
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		<title>WEEKLY RIDDLE</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 20:41:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sorry that i have not been writing those in a while but here is the weekly riddle, the answer will be posted next Tuesday.  
 
A black dog is sleeping
in the middle of a black road
that has no streetlights
and there is no moon.
A car coming down the road
with its lights off
steers &#124;a r o u [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorry that i have not been writing those in a while but here is the weekly riddle, the answer will be posted next Tuesday. <img src='http://karen7.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">A <strong>black</strong> dog is sleeping<br />
in the middle of a <strong>black</strong> road<br />
that has <span style="text-decoration: underline;">no</span> street<span style="text-decoration: underline;">lights</span><br />
and there is <em>no</em> moon.<br />
A car coming down the road<br />
with its lights <strong>o<span style="text-decoration: underline;">f</span>f</strong><br />
steers |a <span style="text-decoration: underline;">r</span> o <span style="text-decoration: underline;">u</span> n <span style="text-decoration: underline;">d</span> |the dog.<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">how did the driver know the dog was there..?</span><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-size: small;">Comment me your answer!!!!</span></span></span></p>
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		<title>DOES IT EVER END?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 00:06:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you think about it, the drama in school right now is going to follow you through the rest of your life. there are going to be the people that are mean to you for no reason at all, there’s going to be the girls that get whatever they want, the jerk guys, and let’s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">When you think about it, the drama in school right now is going to follow you through the rest of your life. there are going to be the people that are mean to you for no reason at all, there’s going to be the girls that get whatever they want, the jerk guys, and let’s not forget the friends that are in &#8220;love&#8221; with a guy. So you are really just getting ready for life now. I know I’m young but I know a lot more about the stuff that goes on then you think, so here is some advice for the wonderful future.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">1) DON&#8217;T settle for a jerk of a boyfriend/girlfriend, if he/she does not respect you the way you want to be respected then dump him/her.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">2) This is for people (girls mostly) that are from the ages 12 to 16. YOU DON&#8217;T LOVE HIM!!!!! So stop saying you’re in love because I bet you don’t know what that is (I don’t even know) and you will probably dump him in a month or two.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">3) DON&#8217;T fall behind in school, trust me it sucks, people will make fun of you as well because they think you are stupid so show them they are wrong.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">4) Yes there are going to be those annoying teacher/bosses throughout your life, all I can say is try to get to their good side and if that does not work then just deal with it.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">5) Don&#8217;t be afraid to take chances, you will regret not doing something later in life.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">6) DONT START DRAMA!!!!!!!! and don’t say you don’t start it you solve it because that is not true, if it is not about you or your CLOSEST FRIENDS then just ignore it, no one need more stress in their life.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">7) Don’t just look at the bad; find the good in every situation and the just roll with it. <img src='http://karen7.edublogs.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">But I think that the most important thing I can tell you is to be yourself, don’t be someone you’re not because (trust me on this one) you will end up hating who you become; you can’t go back either too which kind of sucks as well. </span></p>
<p style="line-height: 14.25pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: &quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Life is not all bad, I guess what I am trying to say is that there are going to be some bad stuff that happens to you but you know what? I would not want to go back and change all the bad things that have happened to me, because I learned from it and if I did change it&#8230;.. I would still have a twofaced friend that tried to start stuff just to try to get me to break and a backstabbing best friend that believes everything the twofaced one tells her, also I would be a push over; but I changed that, one day I told the twofaced girl off and the backstabber well the name explains it all because she took the twofaced side, but if I never did that yea I would not have to deal with the drama and fights and my grades would have been better but also I would have never meet real friends that tell me the truth and I can trust. </span></p>
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I guess what I am trying to say as an end statement is that&#8230;.. with every 1 bad there is 2 good and you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain, so don’t run from the storm&#8230;. learn how to dance in the rain.</span></p>
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