<?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-36180691</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:29:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Work - Writings of My Students</title><subtitle type='html'>I teach creative writing to 5-8th grade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-3365418243654479219</id><published>2010-05-25T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:50:49.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Students -- This is the dress to buy! Chic Star Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever want to just look like a vintage queen of the night? Now you Can!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the dress from Chic Star - Get dresses for half the price, and you can get them delivered to your door. I love this one because it remind me of Nina Simone of a dark starry night, singing with her cat on a balcony. Do you with you could wear a black dress and red heels this weekend, drink a glass a wine, and croon at the sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicstar.com/storefront/listproducts.aspx?Polka-Dot-Satin-Dress&amp;amp;id=8468"&gt;Try this dress.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've often thought about sewing the likes of this, but for the price, why not just purchase it? It seems to be of excellent quality for the amount. I will be ordering mine soon and showcasing a stunning vision of it. Keep posted for more info. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Chic Star offers credits for blogging about them! What an opportunity. Hope you all had a great week. Look forward to seeing me in the red vintage dress from Chic Star soon as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love to all - and dresses rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-3365418243654479219?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3365418243654479219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=3365418243654479219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/3365418243654479219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/3365418243654479219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2010/05/students-this-is-dress-to-buy-chic-star.html' title='Students -- This is the dress to buy! Chic Star Rocks!'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116118982848050077</id><published>2006-10-18T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:43:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking</title><content type='html'>When I hear people talk it makes me so angry.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when they will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people talk back and forth,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stab them with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people talk they give me a frown.&lt;br /&gt;I hear them talk until the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people open their mouth,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to throw them to the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always talk sun up sun down.&lt;br /&gt;When people talk I wonder, when will their mouths just shut down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116118982848050077?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116118982848050077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116118982848050077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116118982848050077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116118982848050077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2006/10/talking.html' title='Talking'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116118975267838329</id><published>2006-10-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:44:34.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uncle</title><content type='html'>Why did you chose them instead of family &lt;br /&gt;when I was two &lt;br /&gt;I thought you were cool &lt;br /&gt;I guess I was wrong &lt;br /&gt;someone that chooses drugs instead  &lt;br /&gt;of family is not cool at all &lt;br /&gt;they are sick like &lt;br /&gt; that morning what you&lt;br /&gt; did in front of me&lt;br /&gt; and all over a coffee cup &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?  why do you think they are cool &lt;br /&gt;who? who told you they were cool &lt;br /&gt;why? why would you chose something &lt;br /&gt;as uncool  and disgusting&lt;br /&gt;as drugs over family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I could I would change the&lt;br /&gt;past so I could spend &lt;br /&gt;more time with you &lt;br /&gt;and not have&lt;br /&gt;my mom hovering &lt;br /&gt;when you are around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  why did you chose death over family   &lt;br /&gt;if you did not chose DRUGS! Your condition…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see &lt;br /&gt;Being flushed down the toilet &lt;br /&gt;You would have a &lt;br /&gt;Fantastic job&lt;br /&gt;And money for your rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116118975267838329?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116118975267838329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116118975267838329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116118975267838329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116118975267838329'/><link 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and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of them or they will hurt, &lt;br /&gt;and be wrinkled from your tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116118968566678813?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116118968566678813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116118968566678813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116118968566678813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116118968566678813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2006/10/hands-5th-grader.html' title='Hands - 5th Grader'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116109993984912822</id><published>2006-10-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:45:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for You</title><content type='html'>Sitting here waiting for your voice,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hear what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here waiting for your call,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to know how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittign here waiting for your mail,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's coming from a snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here watching the world go by,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116109993984912822?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116109993984912822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116109993984912822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109993984912822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109993984912822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2006/10/waiting-for-you.html' title='Waiting for You'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116109513722905799</id><published>2006-10-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:25:37.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspersion</title><content type='html'>She was the girl that never had any friends&lt;br /&gt;She was forced to pretend&lt;br /&gt;She was the girl who had bruises&lt;br /&gt;She personality confuses&lt;br /&gt;She was the girl who met a boy and her first ever friend.&lt;br /&gt;She would never pretend&lt;br /&gt;She was the girl that opened the window and talked to the boy&lt;br /&gt;And they always enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;As the boy talked to the girl, the mom came in and took her aside&lt;br /&gt;She was the girl that got abused by her drunken mother and died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116109513722905799?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116109513722905799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116109513722905799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109513722905799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109513722905799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2006/10/aspersion.html' title='Aspersion'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116109496968709456</id><published>2006-10-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:22:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Poem by Mouton</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting outside staring at nature&lt;br /&gt;The grass is soft beneath my feet,&lt;br /&gt;and now I am speechless to say&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain what I have seen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be the squirrels, the birds, or the wind&lt;br /&gt;When it whirls, I cannot explain what I’ve seen today.&lt;br /&gt;The birds are squeaking with their mouths wide open in an oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting they’re waiting for their mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in the bushes smell so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a girl on a crowded street.&lt;br /&gt;Boy that’s a girl I’d like to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Nature is now a part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116109496968709456?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116109496968709456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116109496968709456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109496968709456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109496968709456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2006/10/nature-poem-by-mouton.html' title='Nature Poem by Mouton'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116109488291181811</id><published>2006-10-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:21:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Talk</title><content type='html'>I hear the bad news&lt;br /&gt;I feel so abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door they knock&lt;br /&gt;I know this won’t be a shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to sit&lt;br /&gt;When the hear the word “spilt”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile disappears&lt;br /&gt;Now I shed my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day would come&lt;br /&gt;Something I wish they would stay away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, night, and afternoon they fought&lt;br /&gt;They gave me pain of what they brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They complain of one another&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its just one fight” that’s what they would say&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop this I must obey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this were just a bad dream&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would they do this&lt;br /&gt;It like this never existed &lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn’t born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I was the source...&lt;br /&gt;Of the divorce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116109488291181811?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116109488291181811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116109488291181811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109488291181811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36180691/posts/default/116109488291181811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-talk.html' title='The Long Talk'/><author><name>violette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRFKzP2hHs/Svt_-I4ntLI/AAAAAAAAAtw/m30hPt9tkwk/S220/vi_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36180691.post-116109457360712179</id><published>2006-10-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:16:13.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fritz</title><content type='html'>I am a bullet train racing across the tracks.  &lt;br /&gt;I am an eagle with shapr eyes in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I am a hawk saoring in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I am a calculator doing the math.&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who chooses his own path.&lt;br /&gt;I am a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am athletic in many sports.&lt;br /&gt;I am quiet as a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;I am a traveler who visits unique places.&lt;br /&gt;I am an owner and lover of pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36180691-116109457360712179?l=yourwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/116109457360712179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36180691&amp;postID=116109457360712179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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