<?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-15928205</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:52:38.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iliana's Freshman composition journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113102853524350255</id><published>2005-11-03T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:35:35.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#31: FREE: Write about what ever you want</title><content type='html'>JN#31: FREE: Write about what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it had beeig a very good day for me. I had being in a very good mood even though I had a psychology exam. I’m also very happy because my uncle is in good health now is not on the hospital no more. I also have seeing pretty good changes on my grades. Today has being a pretty good day for me.  I’m very happy and anxious to go out for thanks giving vacations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113102853524350255?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113102853524350255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113102853524350255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113102853524350255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113102853524350255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn31-free-write-about-what-ever-you.html' title='JN#31: FREE: Write about what ever you want'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113102810662188041</id><published>2005-11-03T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:28:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#30: How do you write an essay?</title><content type='html'>JN#30: How do you write an essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I start with a thinking map. Then when I have all my ideas organized and I write a rough draft. Second, I do revising and I read my paper three times. I also give my paper to a friend to revise for a second opinion. Finally I write my final draft and I give to the teacher so she can give me the final grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113102810662188041?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113102810662188041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113102810662188041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113102810662188041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113102810662188041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn30-how-do-you-write-essay.html' title='JN#30: How do you write an essay?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113095048397078388</id><published>2005-11-02T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:54:43.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#29: What is the best commercial you've ever seen?</title><content type='html'>The best commercial I ever seen is about two little boys that found tickets for a game. Then when they go on line they see the person that lost the tickets and they give the tickets back to the person that lost the tickets. I think is the best commercial because is shows honesty. This is the best commercial I ever see. I also have other favorite commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113095048397078388?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113095048397078388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113095048397078388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113095048397078388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113095048397078388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn29-what-is-best-commercial-youve.html' title='JN#29: What is the best commercial you&apos;ve ever seen?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113042494274922336</id><published>2005-10-27T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:55:42.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?</title><content type='html'>JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate to use technology. Sometimes I just get behind in class because the computers to slow and I miss an important part. Technology is very important in my daily life. I use technology to communicate to others or to buy something. I think technology is not very complicate is that some people are afraid to use it. If you use technology in your daily life you are going to make it essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113042494274922336?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113042494274922336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113042494274922336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042494274922336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042494274922336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn28-what-do-hate-most-about-using_27.html' title='JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113042482923004494</id><published>2005-10-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:53:49.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?</title><content type='html'>JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate to use technology. Sometimes I just get behind in class because the computers to slow and I miss an important part. Technology is very important in my daily life. I use technology to communicate to others or to buy something. I think technology is not very complicate is that some people are afraid to use it. If you use technology in your daily life you are going to make it essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113042482923004494?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113042482923004494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113042482923004494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042482923004494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042482923004494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn28-what-do-hate-most-about-using.html' title='JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113042443683396697</id><published>2005-10-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:47:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?</title><content type='html'>JN#27: What is the one pieceOne piece of technology that I enjoy using is computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers have helped me in a lot of ways. First of all, I had learned a lot of new things. For example I have learned how to find help just by using the internet. I also, had learned how to use a lot of programs in the computer. Learning how to use the computer had help me a lot in my daily life.  of technology you enjoy using?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113042443683396697?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113042443683396697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113042443683396697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042443683396697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042443683396697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn27-what-is-one-piece-of-technology.html' title='JN#27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-113042405965130337</id><published>2005-10-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T07:40:59.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#26: FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>JN#26: FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a very bad day. My computer doesn’t work and I can’t send any work to the teacher. It had being very complicated because the school computers are not made for floppies and I have my homework in floppies. I also had to struggle with a lot of homework. My day had being very complicated. And I’m in a lot of stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-113042405965130337?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/113042405965130337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=113042405965130337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042405965130337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/113042405965130337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn26-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title='JN#26: FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112990539400440088</id><published>2005-10-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:36:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#25: FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>JN#25: FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I went to a party last Saturday. The party was so boring that we decided to leave the party. We didn’t want to go to a restaurant. So we decided to go to my house. We decided to make some dine. We make some good beef that he loves it. My mother was surprise that I was cooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112990539400440088?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112990539400440088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112990539400440088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990539400440088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990539400440088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn25-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title='JN#25: FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112990487603256998</id><published>2005-10-21T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:27:56.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?</title><content type='html'>JN#24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gets in front of me at the movies I would tell them to leave. Also would tell them to go to the end of the line. Although, would tell the casher so she would get embarrassed for cutting the line. In fact all the people would be staring at her. I think she would leave the place. Or if I didn’t care about someone cutting the line I won’t say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112990487603256998?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112990487603256998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112990487603256998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990487603256998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990487603256998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn24-what-would-you-do-if-someone-got.html' title='JN#24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112990441161675446</id><published>2005-10-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:20:11.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?</title><content type='html'>JN#23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would order an ice-cream cone and I didn’t have my money with me. I would tell the casher. Also, I would call someone that can come to the ice-cream store and I would tell them what’s happening. I would tell them that I dint have the money to pay for it. In fact, I would ask if I can borrow some money. I would be embarrassed because I didn’t have the money with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112990441161675446?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112990441161675446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112990441161675446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990441161675446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990441161675446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn23-what-would-you-do-if-you-ordered.html' title='JN#23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112990389436744605</id><published>2005-10-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:11:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#22: Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.</title><content type='html'>JN#22: Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been discriminated a lot of times. One of them was because I didn’t know the language. A lot of people had laugh at me because I don’t know how to pronounce some words. The second time because I didn’t have a social security. I feel so bad because people laugh at you and is no your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112990389436744605?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112990389436744605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112990389436744605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990389436744605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112990389436744605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn22-have-you-ever-been-discriminated.html' title='JN#22: Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112973269191787891</id><published>2005-10-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:38:11.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#21: What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?</title><content type='html'>JN#21: What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?&lt;br /&gt;If I had to work in other countries where no one could understand me I would go. First of all I already pass through that. When I came from Mexico no one could understand me. I feel very upset and embarrassed. I think I could handle all the challenges the life has for me. I just need to have a lot of fait on me. Going to other countries and learned another language is going to be great for me. It would be a challenge but I can make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112973269191787891?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112973269191787891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112973269191787891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112973269191787891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112973269191787891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn21-what-would-you-do-if-you-woke-up.html' title='JN#21: What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112869603250003732</id><published>2005-10-07T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:40:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#20: FREE: Write what ever you want</title><content type='html'>JN#20: FREE: Write what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel a little upset. A lot of bad things are happening with me. First of all my ankle is very sick. He has a very bad illness and he is at the hospital. He has like two weeks on the hospital and he is not getting better. Second I have a lot of trouble doing all my homework because I’m having a lot of problems. And in some of my classes I’m behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112869603250003732?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112869603250003732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112869603250003732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112869603250003732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112869603250003732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn20-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title='JN#20: FREE: Write what ever you want'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112869575437667177</id><published>2005-10-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:35:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#19: What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?</title><content type='html'>JN#19: What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?&lt;br /&gt;If i woud saw a bug on my salad i woul get mad and call the manager of the restaurant.In fact, I would tell all the people that is whit me on the restaurant. Then I would make it public so all people can know about it. The restaurant would have a lot of loses of clients and money. The workers on the restaurant would get punish and be more carefully next time. Also I think I would vomit because I hate bugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112869575437667177?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112869575437667177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112869575437667177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112869575437667177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112869575437667177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn19-what-would-you-do-if-you-saw.html' title='JN#19: What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112792786918155586</id><published>2005-09-28T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:17:49.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#18 If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?</title><content type='html'>JN#18 If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;I I could give a gift I would grivet to my dad. I would gave he a company so he can stop working a lot for his family. Also I would gave hem a nice trick and a nice house. My dad  deserved a lot more. I also would gave hem a long vacations to Mexico. So he can get rid of his stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112792786918155586?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112792786918155586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112792786918155586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792786918155586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792786918155586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn18-if-you-could-give-any-gift-in.html' title='JN#18 If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112792782459137976</id><published>2005-09-28T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:17:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#17 what would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?</title><content type='html'>JN#17 what would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?&lt;br /&gt;If animals could talked I would be so happier. Because I have some birds on my house because some time I forget to put them food. And if they could talk they would told me to give them food and water. And I would asked them how thy feel. And why are sometimes sad. That would be a great idea if animals could talked. They would never be hungrier or thirstier. I would loved to see animals talked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112792782459137976?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112792782459137976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112792782459137976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792782459137976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792782459137976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn17-what-would-happen-if-animals.html' title='JN#17 what would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112792778801639722</id><published>2005-09-28T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:16:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#16 What would happen if there was no television? Why would this be good? Or bad?</title><content type='html'>JN#16 What would happen if there was no television? Why would this be good? Or bad?&lt;br /&gt;If there was no television I would be the most happier person. I don’t like television because for me is to unnoing I cant stand it. It would be good because allot of children’s would have the chance to study more and become successful in life. Also it would be bad for adults because is the only thing they have to not get board. In my opinion it would be a great idea but no everyone think the same than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112792778801639722?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112792778801639722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112792778801639722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792778801639722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792778801639722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn16-what-would-happen-if-there-was-no.html' title='JN#16 What would happen if there was no television? Why would this be good? Or bad?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112792775289625705</id><published>2005-09-28T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:15:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#15 FREE WRITR</title><content type='html'>JN#15 FREE WRITR&lt;br /&gt;Today had being a very good day On September 24 is my birthday and my mom is making me a party.   I had  to prepared everything for my party on Saturday. I think is going to be great. I feel that I’m getting older. I thing this is a great time for me and my family to be together. My family is a very good family. I have an excellent parents and brother I have also an excellent boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112792775289625705?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112792775289625705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112792775289625705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792775289625705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792775289625705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn15-free-writr.html' title='JN#15 FREE WRITR'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112792770973478498</id><published>2005-09-28T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:15:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#14 What would happen if you would become invisible whenever you wanted to?</title><content type='html'>JN#14 What would happen if you would become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of things you could do that you cannot do now?&lt;br /&gt;If I would became invisible I would go to a lot of places. Firs of all I would fly to Italy and visit Rome. Secondly I would go to all the states in Mexico and know more about it. Then I would go to Hawaii and learned the belly dance. I cannot go to Rome, Hawaii and visit all the states in Mexico because I don’t have money to doe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112792770973478498?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112792770973478498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112792770973478498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792770973478498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792770973478498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn14-what-would-happen-if-you-would.html' title='JN#14 What would happen if you would become invisible whenever you wanted to?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112792764798921847</id><published>2005-09-28T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:14:07.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#13 What is something taht really bugs you?</title><content type='html'>JN#13 What is something that really bugs you?&lt;br /&gt;Something that really bugs me is a lot of noise in a room like loud conversations. When the TV is to loud it really bugs me a lot. The nice of the TV is so unnoing that I cant stand it.  Also, the other thing it bugs me a lot is when is a lot of people at my house. I really don’t  like to much noise around me because I really get stress out. In fact if I’m in a place where there’s a lot noise and I’m stressing out I just leaved the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112792764798921847?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112792764798921847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112792764798921847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792764798921847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112792764798921847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn13-what-is-something-taht-really.html' title='JN#13 What is something taht really bugs you?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688196061602087</id><published>2005-09-16T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:46:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#12 what would happen if you could fly when ever you wanted? When you would use this ability?</title><content type='html'>JN#12 what would happen if you could fly when ever you wanted? When you would use this ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fly I would fly very high and see the world. I also would go to Mexico. I would use this ability for an emergency or if I need to help someone. I also would like to go visit a lot of places like Rome, Hawaii and Egypt. That would be the only time I would fly if I could. I also can help and guard a lot of people. That would be a great idea to be able to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688196061602087?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688196061602087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688196061602087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688196061602087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688196061602087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn12-what-would-happen-if-you-could.html' title='JN#12 what would happen if you could fly when ever you wanted? When you would use this ability?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688193200205763</id><published>2005-09-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:45:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#11 what is you favorite book and why?</title><content type='html'>JN#11 what is you favorite book and why?&lt;br /&gt; My favorite book is conversation with god for teens. Is a very good book because is all about questions and answers that all teens have. I think is a very good book for teens and adults because it help you to know more about what other people think. Also gives a lot of answers to the questions you have about the life. The book had help me to comprehend the meaning of life. And that is important to leave our live at the maximum. I would recommend this book for all kind of peoples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688193200205763?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688193200205763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688193200205763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688193200205763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688193200205763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn11-what-is-you-favorite-book-and-why.html' title='JN#11 what is you favorite book and why?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688189782060803</id><published>2005-09-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:44:57.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#10 free: write what ever you want</title><content type='html'>Today I had a wonder full day. I woke up eat my breakfast and came to school. Then me and my friend talk for a while and laugh a lot. Then my boyfriend calls me and he makes me my day even better. Then in my classes I didn’t do a lot of work like usually. All my teachers where very happy and active. I also came home and went shop for clothe. Going shopping make my day great and I get rid of my stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688189782060803?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688189782060803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688189782060803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688189782060803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688189782060803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn10-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title='JN#10 free: write what ever you want'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688180012359061</id><published>2005-09-16T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:43:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#9 what is your best advice you ever received?</title><content type='html'>JN#9 what is your best advice you ever received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best advice I ever receives it was from my parents. They want me to finish my college and go to the university. They told me that they are going to help me with the money to pay it. My father is very proud of me because I’m the oldest in the family and the first one going to college. I think that’s the best advice I ever received from my parents. They also told me that I was doing the correct thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688180012359061?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688180012359061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688180012359061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688180012359061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688180012359061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn9-what-is-your-best-advice-you-ever.html' title='JN#9 what is your best advice you ever received?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688171540907793</id><published>2005-09-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:41:55.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#8 What is your favorite song and why?</title><content type='html'>JN#8 What is your favorite song and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is POR UN BESO. In English it means FOR ONE KISS. Is my favorite because it talks about a relationship between two people. They don’t want to say what are they feeling because there ashamed. I also like because is like a romantic story. Is a romantic song that when you hear it you relax and forget about your problems. I had a lot of more songs that like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688171540907793?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688171540907793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688171540907793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688171540907793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688171540907793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn8-what-is-your-favorite-song-and-why.html' title='JN#8 What is your favorite song and why?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688166776163435</id><published>2005-09-16T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:41:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#7 What is you most indispensable possession and why?</title><content type='html'>The most indispensable possession that I had is my courage. With my courage I can do what ever I want. Some times I use because people is very discriminative. When people discriminate me they don make me feel bad because I know who I’m and what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;The courage is very important for me because I can defend my self. And people can not hurt me. I think that’s my best possession I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688166776163435?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688166776163435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688166776163435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688166776163435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688166776163435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn7-what-is-you-most-indispensable.html' title='JN#7 What is you most indispensable possession and why?'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112688162500642911</id><published>2005-09-16T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:40:25.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#6 What is one difficulty you face while coming to school at SMCC</title><content type='html'>JN#6 What is one difficulty you face while coming to school at SMCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One difficulty I face coming to SMCC is that everything was different for me.&lt;br /&gt;Also it was very different from high school. The teacher are more faster and they give more work. My class mates are different some are older and some are younger.&lt;br /&gt;I also had friends that I know in all of my classes. I had trouble getting my books. The books where not there yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112688162500642911?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112688162500642911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112688162500642911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688162500642911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112688162500642911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn6-what-is-one-difficulty-you-face.html' title='JN#6 What is one difficulty you face while coming to school at SMCC'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112671631617742494</id><published>2005-09-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:45:16.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#5: Something I noticed about myself today</title><content type='html'>Something I notice about my self is that the Bolger doesn’t work at all. I notice that all my class mates are very active. They are pain a lot of attention. The teacher is showing a class mate journal. She said that is the best journal because she has it very organized. I also notice that I’m sleepy, and I just want to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112671631617742494?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112671631617742494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112671631617742494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112671631617742494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112671631617742494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn5-something-i-noticed-about-myself.html' title='JN#5: Something I noticed about myself today'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112654443158557245</id><published>2005-09-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:00:31.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN # 4 somethin i notice</title><content type='html'>Something I notice about my salve is that I’m so tired today, that I don’t want to do nothing today. Today I feel like to go home and sleep. Also I notice that the teacher is very active. My class mates are active to but not all. Also I notice that my class mates are lost on what are we doing. I also notice that not every body has all there journals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112654443158557245?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112654443158557245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112654443158557245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112654443158557245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112654443158557245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-4-somethin-i-notice.html' title='JN # 4 somethin i notice'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112550693473519742</id><published>2005-08-31T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:52:27.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#3  being bored</title><content type='html'>JN#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;When I’m bored I just start looking around the room. Sometimes I read posters that there on the wall. Also, I star drawing some pictures, because I like to draw and that’s my hobby. Some times I star asking people how many time do we had left in class. Also I ask for permission to go to the bathroom or to do something else. Or I just tell the teacher that I’m board and I ask for extra credit work. I also do my homework from other classes. I ask for permission to put some music or radio. I like to hear music so I won’t get board. If I get board I would never distract the class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112550693473519742?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112550693473519742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112550693473519742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112550693473519742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112550693473519742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn3-being-bored.html' title='JN#3  being bored'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112550685563430837</id><published>2005-08-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:53:03.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#2 My hero</title><content type='html'>JN#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is my hero? My hero is my mother, because she had always being a good mother. She never give up for anything. I love her a lot. My mother had always giving me advises to do the right thing. My mother is always helping people who needed. My mother never said no to a person who need help or need something from her. I think Is a very god thing to fallow my mothers steps. I’m very proud of what she does and what she are. She is a wonderful person to me. She is going to be my hero for ever. I love my hero. I also had another hero is my father. He is my hero because he had always work a lot so we can have a better education. I love hem a lot he is always strong and he never give up even Dow he is tier or if he had problem he is the best hero for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112550685563430837?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112550685563430837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112550685563430837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112550685563430837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112550685563430837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn2-my-hero.html' title='JN#2 My hero'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928205.post-112533633559686501</id><published>2005-08-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:25:35.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal # 1</title><content type='html'>Journal # 1&lt;br /&gt;My name is Iliana Nevarez.I'm from Durango Mexico. I have one brother my mother and father that I   love alot, also I have a wonderfull boyfriend that i love alot and we are going toget married on july. I'm a very active person. I love to play sports. I was on a soceer team. I had alot of fun playing sports. I love the nature I like to goout and see how the day is loking.  also I love the  My faborite sport is volleyball, and soceer. When I feel alone I write some poems about how i feel. I would like to go visit to Rome, I think is a wonderfull city. My Family is the best thing i had they are a wonderfull family. I also leave with my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928205-112533633559686501?l=ilifd81291.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/feeds/112533633559686501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928205&amp;postID=112533633559686501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112533633559686501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928205/posts/default/112533633559686501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilifd81291.blogspot.com/2005/08/journal-1.html' title='Journal # 1'/><author><name>Iliana Nevarez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08421286504326189957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/41307833_956a6d80ae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
