<?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-8722675315373466051</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:35:58.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUENTINS BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><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-8722675315373466051.post-1163642478483487990</id><published>2009-06-03T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:49:28.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout-Extra Credit Post-Ch. 29-31</title><content type='html'>We got home from the Halloween pageant battered and bruised after being jumped. Mr. Heck Tate came by and told Atticus that Bob Ewell was dead. He told me to recount the nights events to him, and to not skip a beat. So I started with Jem and I walking to the pageant. I told the sheriff about how Cecil Jacobs had scared us real bad earlier in the night. Then we went to the pageant and I told him about falling asleep backstage and coming out for my part late. I told them how I was real embarrassed and didn’t want people to see me. I told them about me tellin Jem not to take off my costume and Also tellin him that I wanted to leave after the place was cleaned out. We left and we were walkin and I remembered that I had left my shoes at the school. Then I told them about bein jumped and my throat had started hurtin from talkin’ so much. Mr. Heck Tate said that my Ham costume probably saved my life. &lt;br /&gt; I then saw the savior standing in a corner. I saw him and then said hey, Boo. Then Atticus introduced him as Mr. Arthur Radley. We all left Jem’s room and went out to the front porch. I said, here I’ll show you to the porch Mr. Arthur, since you don’t know your way around that well. Once we got out on the porch Atticus started making a case in his mind for Jem using self defense when Mr. Heck Tate said, “you can’t possibly think Jem did this. No Bob Ewell fell on his knife and killed himself. After that I really didn’t listen that much. Then after everyone else went back inside Mr. Arthur asked me if I could walk him home and that’s just what I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-1163642478483487990?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/1163642478483487990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=1163642478483487990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/1163642478483487990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/1163642478483487990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/06/scout-extra-credit-post-ch-29-31.html' title='Scout-Extra Credit Post-Ch. 29-31'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-8982199409239899516</id><published>2009-05-31T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:05:57.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jem-Chapter 26-28</title><content type='html'>Today, Scout came home from school and told me about how Mrs. Whatshername was a hypocrite. Scout told me about how she says the Nazis are so bad and then she mentioned the case. A fire lit inside me and I just started yelling at her. That case had such a ludicrous outcome that whenever someone mentions it I go off like an erupting volcano.  &lt;br /&gt; It’s Halloween and I really don’t like this holiday very much. It’s for the smaller kids. Instead of planning out my costume or pranking the old ladies, I am practicing football and I am the water boy on the team. Coach says that next year if I gain 15-20 pounds I can play. I agreed to take Scout to the Halloween pageant up at the high school. She had to practice so I helped her before the performance. &lt;br /&gt; We walked to the high school together and Cecil scared us pretty good after we came out from under the huge tree. I was carrying Scout’s costume and dropped it because I was so scared. We finished walking all the way up to the high school without incident. When we got there I put Scout’s ham costume behind the stage. I then gave her thirty cents and told her to hang out with Cecil, who is also in the play. The play started and Mrs. Merriweather gave this long speech and I waited for Scout to come out after Mrs. Merriweather said Po-ork. She came out a little late and was really embarrassed. We didn’t leave until the very end. Somebody asked us if we needed a ride home and I said no.&lt;br /&gt; Scout an’ me started walking back home in the dark when I heard somebody coming. Scout was talkin’ about something and then I told her to hush up a minute so I could listen for it. We were stopped at the time, but as soon as we started walking I could hear him coming. I think Scout heard it too because the next time we stopped she didn’t say a word. Then right after we got out from under the big tree somebody jumped us. I was fighting him off and was telling Scout to run. The person pulled and twisted my arm until it broke real bad. After that I felt a blinding pain in my arm and then I felt him let go of me. Next thing I know I’m lying in my bed with the Doctor and Atticus standing over me.  The Doctor then gave me something and I fell aslepp and didn’t hear from anybody until morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-8982199409239899516?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/8982199409239899516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=8982199409239899516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/8982199409239899516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/8982199409239899516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/jem-chapter-26-28.html' title='Jem-Chapter 26-28'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5097167955662300982</id><published>2009-05-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:26:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Robinson</title><content type='html'>I sat in court all day and everyone was testifying against me. It really made me scared that I was going to be convicted for rape. That all changed when Mayella Ewell went up to the witness stand. She was slow on her answers and sounded as though this was all set up. I thought it was all along, but now with the look on everybody’s faces they were starting the doubt the testimony given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was happy when Atticus told me to stand up and everyone saw that I was lopsided. Only a left handed person could have made the marks on her face and I am right handed because I have a very badly mangled left arm. I can’t even do anything with it. Mr. Ewell is left handed and I think he beat her up when he was drunk and they made up the rape part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went up to testify and I think that is when everyone started to believe my story. I told nothing but the truth and I think we actually have a shot at winning the case. I told them that Mayella kept on asking me to do jobs for her. She then invited me in the house and she started kissing me. She told me to kiss her back and I didn’t. Her father’s face was in the window and he yelled, get off him you whore lady. I then said that I bolted as fast as I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5097167955662300982?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5097167955662300982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5097167955662300982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5097167955662300982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5097167955662300982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/tom-robinson.html' title='Tom Robinson'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-87163456130618102</id><published>2009-05-20T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:17:34.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-87163456130618102?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/87163456130618102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=87163456130618102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/87163456130618102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/87163456130618102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-108513240891666813</id><published>2009-05-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:29:30.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Alexandra post 5</title><content type='html'>I came to visit the family in Maycomb and found it to be a really messy house. Jean Louise is the worst lady I have ever been around. She is always filthy, covered in mud or sand. The town of Maycomb welcomed me nicely, and I got to speak with everyone. Ms. Maudie made me a fabulous Lane cake and I talked with Stephanie Crawford about all the neighborhood gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I do have goals why I stay here, some of which include making Jean-Louise into a lady. It is hard with her being all dirty and acting like a boy. She should be wearing dresses, not rags. They also aren’t that educated on the family history which is quite disappointing. I like knowing everybody in town and them all liking me too. I think in to town very nicely, but not into Jeremy and Jean-Louise’s lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-108513240891666813?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/108513240891666813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=108513240891666813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/108513240891666813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/108513240891666813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-alexandra-post-5.html' title='Aunt Alexandra post 5'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-6331865795113341922</id><published>2009-05-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:30:09.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #4-Jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;Once we came home from Finch’s landing after Christmas, we wanted to start shooting birds right away. Then Atticus told us, “you can shoot all the blue jays you want, but it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” Atiicus never says anything is a sin, so it was weird to hear. I really didn’t want to shoot a mockingbird so I just shot tin cans in the backyard instead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me and Scout went shooting past the Radley place, when I saw something really weird in the distance. Tim Johnson was down yonder hobbling up the road. We realized we were in grave peril because of the effects of a mad dog.We ran back to the house and called for Cal. She came down and saw Tim Johnson and reported him as a mad dog to everyone on our street. She called Atticus and he came with the sheriff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt; Then something really weird happened. The sheriff handed the gun to Atticus and said, you’re the only one that can hit him from here Ol’ One Shot. We went over to Ms. Maudie’s and she told us that Atticus used to be the deadest shot in all of Maycomb County. I really surprised me to hear this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt; My 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday came and I got some money that was burning a hole in my pocket. We had to walk by Mrs. Dubose’s house on the way to town and she was on the front porch. She called Atticus a nigger-lover and she yelled some more insults. Jem went to town and bought the steam engine I wanted and I bought Scout a baton. Then as we were going home I lost my temper and cut all those hedges in that mean old lady’s yard. Then I snapped Socut’s baton in half.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Later that night Atticus made me go up and apologize to the cantankerous old lady. I told her I would try and re-grow all the plants that I cut down. That evil old lady also made me read to her every day for a month. About a month after I was done reading Atticus came home and said that that evil old lady had died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-6331865795113341922?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/6331865795113341922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=6331865795113341922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6331865795113341922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6331865795113341922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/journal-4-jem.html' title='Journal #4-Jem'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5919019049227444773</id><published>2009-05-11T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:46:48.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atticus-Chapter 8-9</title><content type='html'>I’m having a real hard time with the kids. I love them tons, but it is hard to raise them without a mother. With me being gone all day for work it is real hard to play with them we you are dead tired. It was real cool when it started to snow for the first time in a lot of years. It made me real happy to see them happy. They built a wonderful snowman that looked a lot like Mr. Avery, so I made them disguise it. Jem, Scout and I went to sleep that night and I woke to smell of smoke. My first thought was to get the kids out, but then I realized that it was Ms. Maudie’s house on fire. I got the kids out of the house and told them to go stand in front of the Radley gate. After the flames had gone we went back to the house and I noticed that their was a blanket around Scout’s shoulder’s. I then told them that it was Boo Radley’s because he was the only person who would do something like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jack came and visited us like he does every year for Christmas. This year I gave the kids air rifles, trying to cheer them up a bit, especially when we were about to go to Aunt Alexandra’s. I know Scout hates it when Aunt Alex tries to tell her that she needs to act more like a lady. I want to find out why Scout got into a fight with Francis and I know she wasn’t tellin’ anyone the truth when Francis accused her of calling him a whore lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pretty upset that people are giving me and my children a hard time about the Tom Robinson case. I can deal with it and I believe Jem can too, but Scout has always had a hard time with keeping her temper. I told her as a favor to me not to get in fights any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5919019049227444773?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5919019049227444773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5919019049227444773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5919019049227444773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5919019049227444773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/atticus-chapter-8-9.html' title='Atticus-Chapter 8-9'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-2494090480839362910</id><published>2009-05-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:18:40.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jem-Journal #2</title><content type='html'>When we got let out of school, I went and picked up Scout after school and we walked home together. She told me about the gum she had found in the hollow in the tree. We looked in the tree again and saw some foil. Inside this small velvet box were two real old pennies. I had to explain to Scout about the Indian heads. We were all excited because Dill was comin to us for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We started playing our games like we always do, and then Scout started getting bored of playing the Rover boys. Scout started telling me to make one up and I didn’t want to.  I started telling them about Hot Steam. I mean how can they not know about hot steams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Next, Scout wanted to roll in the tire. She knows I’m too big so she made me push. It wasn’t fun at all until Scout started rollin down the hill and crashed and ended up right in front of the Radley front steps. I yelled for her to bring the tire and run. It was &lt;br /&gt;real scary to see your sister to be running through the Radley yard. She didn’t get the tire and I asked her why. She told me to go get it. I ran in real fast, got the tire and tore out through the fence again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-2494090480839362910?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/2494090480839362910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=2494090480839362910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/2494090480839362910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/2494090480839362910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/05/jem-journal-2.html' title='Jem-Journal #2'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-8151503246970721444</id><published>2009-03-29T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:15:56.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration Project Reflection</title><content type='html'>This semester, in Mrs. Ganesan’s humanities we did a huge unit on immigration into America. I learned a lot from this unit and now know why we have such diverse cultures and food in America. The immigrants started coming here from Europe in the late 1800’s and it has grown ever since.&lt;br /&gt;The first project we did for the immigration unit this semester was reading our immigration themed literature circles books and posting to our blog. I really liked my Lit Circles book (Hello America, by Livia Bitton Jackson) and I am very happy with my choice because it really showed what it is like to be a new immigrant and it shows all the life experiences that Elli (the character in my book) had as a new immigrant. I learned a lot of things from my book about how hard it is for a new immigrant to start their life in America with nothing. Elli and her mom came to America with nothing but a place to live at. They had to find their own way with no jobs and no money to their name.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I did not like is that you couldn’t discuss the book with your lit circles group members. All we did for the lit circles was post on our blogs and comment on other people’s blogs. We never got to discuss our book and say whether or not we liked the book. I didn’t necessarily like the blogging for our posts either; I liked what we did in the first semester where we wrote our quotes on paper and discussed the quotes with our groups. I would rather not blog for literature circles at all, but if we have to I would at least have to like the meetings back. I also think that our group all interpreted our book the same way and sometimes even had the same quotes. Overall, I would like the Lit Circles system to be changed, but I can live with it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;The second project we did for the immigration unit was actually related to our literature circles books and it had to do with art. We had to do a painting to represent a scene in our book or a new book cover. I decided to do a specific scene in my book which turned out to be a really good book cover. For my picture I did Elli and her mom standing on a boat looking at the Statue of Liberty which is a important part in the very beginning of the book. I really thought that it reflected on the novel I read because it stayed true to that scene and everybody in my group knew form what point in the book it was from. I thought that it was really fun to paint in humanities class because it was a nice change form the other stuff we do in that class. I thought that the final product of my painting turned out very good except for the face on the Statue of Liberty. I think that to enhance my final product I could have done better on my Statue of Liberty, and also try not to make as many mistakes in the colors that I used. I thought that doing a painting for literature circles was a lot better than doing a book review. I thought that using art to reflect on our literature circles books was a good, new, and inventive way to change lit circles.&lt;br /&gt;The last project we did in humanities for immigration was the song that we had to write, sing, and create a music video for. Our topic was Filipinos and we wrote a song to the tune of the popular song, Soul Survivor by Young Jeezy and Akon. We had to research the Filipinos and what we found was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;My third project of the immigration unit was also my favorite. We had to find an immigrant and go interview them about their experience in coming to America. I thought that my interview process went very well. I did my first interview by phone, my second as the in person, and third interview by email. I did it different from everybody else because I was the only person to do the in person interview as my second interview instead of my third. I thought that it was good that we had to interview our person more than once. It gave you time to think of new and inventive questions while you also got time to space the whole interview out. In my first interview, I learned that Laura was a lawyer back in her home country of Romania. In my second interview I learned about Romania and how it was an unsafe communist country in the 1980’s and that is why Laura and her family left. In my third interview I learned that gymnastics were required in Romanian schools when she was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that interviewing a person who came to this country helped me understand the immigration way better than I would have out of a textbook. The hands on experience really helped me learn about immigration and I hope we get to do hands on stuff like this in high school. The gift that I am giving to Laura is a painting. It was really cool to make it myself and I now know all the hard work that it takes to paint a 14 x 18 canvas. I really hope she likes my gift because I spent a lot of time on it.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I thought that the immigration unit in the first part of humanities was a very important one and I learned a lot from it. We did a lot of projects varying from paintings, to interviews, and to even singing and dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-8151503246970721444?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/8151503246970721444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=8151503246970721444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/8151503246970721444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/8151503246970721444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/03/immigration-project-reflection.html' title='Immigration Project Reflection'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-6907977785339559435</id><published>2009-03-11T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:00:15.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello America POst #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote #1: “Are you interested in the presidential campaign?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Significance: It shows how Elli is adjusting to the new life in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I think that it is good that Elli is adjusting well. Elli is really getting a feel for American culture and I am ecstatic that she got her high school diploma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personal connection: I am very different in how I handle a new experience like going to a different country. I try to adapt into their culture when I am there. That is only on trips though, not moving to a different country. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; doesn’t have its own distinct religion or anything like that so I think I would be able to leave my culture behind.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: I have all my questions answered throughout my reading.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote #2: I did it, I did it!” screamed Elli, “I got my high school diploma!”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significance: I really am happy that Elli got her high school diploma. It is the first of many steps at a first class education. The book ends here, but I hope she goes onto college.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal connection: I was also very happy when I found out that I was going to graduate elementary school. It is not the same as I high school diploma, but I was very happy at the time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Do you think Elli went to college?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-6907977785339559435?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/6907977785339559435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=6907977785339559435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6907977785339559435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6907977785339559435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-america-post-6.html' title='Hello America POst #6'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-4769665823073790003</id><published>2009-03-05T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:58:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello America Post #5</title><content type='html'>“Tonight is going to be very cold night, Elli. Do you want me to come and keep you warm in your bed,” said Oded jokingly. Pg. 196, Paragraph 2&lt;br /&gt;Elli was at camp for the first time and was in a really good mood. Elli was joking around and Oded had just offered her his jacket. It was kind of a weird comment, but I think that it was just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I went to camp and was really nervous. Instead of being quiet I met a few friends and started joking around with them.&lt;br /&gt;Why did Oded say that weird comment to Elli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tomorrow we have field trips-I may not be able to come. I’ll try. If I can’t, I’ll make sure someone else will.” Pg. 201, Paragraph 7&lt;br /&gt;Elli is at the hospital, recovering from a severe gall bladder infection. She is a camp counselor and cares a lot about her campers. She is a great person and is also a very caring person which is a great trait to have.&lt;br /&gt;Elli is the main character and is also my favorite in the book. She cares about her family and is very happy that she came to America.&lt;br /&gt;Why was her pain so sudden?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-4769665823073790003?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/4769665823073790003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=4769665823073790003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4769665823073790003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4769665823073790003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-america-post-5.html' title='Hello America Post #5'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-7883163710442439652</id><published>2009-03-01T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:42:52.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello America Post 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote 1: “You don’t need an invitation to a chicken market.” Pg. 160, Paragraph 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that it is funny that Elli thinks you need an invitation to a chicken market. A chicken market is an American thing so her brother says that it would be weird for her to go. She doesn’t really understand what a chicken market is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A chicken market is like a farmers market and I have been to some of those. They are defiantly American, but they do produce some good vegetables.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote 2: “Mr. Rosenfeld wants you to meet his nephew so call him back,” said her brother. Pg. 161, Paragraph 1 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just think that it is funny that her brother remembered that after the chicken market conversation. I wonder what he wants Elli to meet his nephew about. I hope that it is for a date.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have never had a blind date and I really hope that Elli has her first one. I really think that it would be weird to go &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-7883163710442439652?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/7883163710442439652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=7883163710442439652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/7883163710442439652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/7883163710442439652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-america-post-4.html' title='Hello America Post 4'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5630960235899557194</id><published>2009-02-25T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:39:14.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello America Post 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; Post #3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote #1: “I think I’ve found something, The Jewish National Fund is looking for an office worker.” Mrs. Ryder said. Pg. 83, Paragraph 1&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that it is good that Elli is looking for a job after she came to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. She didn’t care what it was. She just wanted a job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always wanted a job just to raise money. I wish that 14 year olds could get a job and I would work hard for some money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is she asking Mrs. Ryder to help her with her job search?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quote #2: “I barely managed 50 before I started developing an acute pain in my back,”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Elli confessed. Pg. 79, Paragraph 4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that Elli made the right decision in confessing to her mom that her back hurt. Back injuries are the worst of all and I wouldn’t want it to happen to her at such a young age. I am very glad that she made the decision to choose a different job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Grandpa has had back problems for a few years now and is miserable. It is very bothersome and has made him stop playing golf, his favorite sport. I wouldn’t want Elli to stop her life over a back problem at such a young age. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why was her back hurting at such a young age?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5630960235899557194?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5630960235899557194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5630960235899557194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5630960235899557194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5630960235899557194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-america-post-3.html' title='Hello America Post 3'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-4712274925228929868</id><published>2009-02-16T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:55:52.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello America Post 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello America Post One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote One: “There, she emerges out of the haze, there is no mistake about it, The Statue of Liberty,” said Elli gleefully. Pg. 2, Paragraph 3&lt;br /&gt;This quote really shows how the person, Elli is really excited to see the statue of liberty. Elli is a Jewish person coming to America after the Holocaust and is eager to find her place in America. I think that the Statue of Liberty was a symbol that she has finally found her place in America.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to the Statue of Liberty on a trip and it gave me a great feeling of hope and freedom. I can see why survivors of the Holocaust felt free when they came to America and saw the Statue of Liberty. The Holocaust was a horrible time for Jewish people and they finally felt free when they came to America.&lt;br /&gt;Why did so many people come to America with no money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello America Post Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Two: “God Almighty, you have a really bad case of seasickness,” said the Captain to Elli. Pg. 11, Paragraph 4&lt;br /&gt;This quote shows how Elli has a pretty bad job. She sails across to Europe, but has a bad case of seasickness. It sounds like it is very unpleasant to have seasickness and she has a very bad case of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have also had seasickness on a boat before and it is very unpleasant. Seasickness is very bad so I think it is stupid to work on a ship. I would never work on a ship if I had a bad case of seasickness.&lt;br /&gt;Why would somebody want to work on a ship if they suffer from seasickness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-4712274925228929868?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/4712274925228929868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=4712274925228929868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4712274925228929868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4712274925228929868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-america-post-1.html' title='Hello America Post 1'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-4375085671800273902</id><published>2009-02-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:18:52.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of Immigrants</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The photo that I chose is the picture of the Santa Lucia celebration. I chose the picture because it really struck me that the lady had burning candles on top of her head. The picture had the lady with candles walking into a room with an old Lady in a cheetah print jacket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The quote that I chose is, "I believe as an individual, I can help America achieve its goals. I remember last year I helped collect canned foods for the soup kitchen. Also I helped raise money when the twin towers fell. I believe things like this may seem little, but can mount to larger and bigger things." This quote struck me because it was a person in Pakistan helping the United States.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-4375085671800273902?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/4375085671800273902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=4375085671800273902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4375085671800273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4375085671800273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/02/children-of-immigrants.html' title='Children of Immigrants'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5385205663825781871</id><published>2009-02-13T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:08:49.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM HAVEN TO HOME</title><content type='html'>It was really interesting to go to the exhibit and learn about Jewish history. I learned a lot about Jewish history. The most interesting thing I learned about iconic Jewish people was Hank Greenburg. He was a baseball player for Detroit in the 1930’s, during the time that Adolf Hitler was planning his rein of terror over Jews. He hit 58 home runs one season, coming within two home runs of the record for most home runs hit in a season. I also learned about the hardest time for the Jewish people, the rein of Adolf Hitler. World War II was the time were approximately 200,000 Jews found refuge in the U.S. Jewish people also had very different ideas about the civil war. The Jews normally supported the place they lived in. I found it interesting that the Jews were split over the civil war. I thought that they would all support the North and Abraham Lincoln. There are a lot of modern and famous Jewish people. Some of those people include Dr. Seuss and Jerry Seinfeld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5385205663825781871?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5385205663825781871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5385205663825781871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5385205663825781871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5385205663825781871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-haven-to-home_13.html' title='FROM HAVEN TO HOME'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-8430352106634228033</id><published>2009-02-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:07:28.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM HAVEN TO HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-8430352106634228033?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/8430352106634228033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=8430352106634228033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/8430352106634228033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/8430352106634228033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-haven-to-home.html' title='FROM HAVEN TO HOME'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-1122100833048999687</id><published>2009-02-08T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:22:13.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An immigrant is a person who moves to some place where they are not from. It could be a person moving to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Britain&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, or somebody moving from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Immigrants differ in many ways. Some can know the language and plan on coming to the country for a long time, or they can be illegal immigrants and do it as a spur of the moment thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There are many reasons why an immigrant would want to leave its old country. They might think they can get a better life somewhere else. Another reason could be that the place they want to go to is beautiful. The person could want to go to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; of a place like that. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is overcrowded and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is beautiful and spacious. One more reason they might want to leave is because the economy is horrible in their home country. The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has a bad economy so Americans might want to move to a different place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has many things that are different from other countries. The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has a lot of freedom compared to other countries. The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has a democratic government, which is different from a lot of other countries. The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has become very over-populated with immigration and I think that that is part of the reason that our economy is horrible. My life has changed a lot due to immigration. We have a lot more Mexican food places, and the Chinese-Americans invented my favorite food, Orange Chicken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-1122100833048999687?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/1122100833048999687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=1122100833048999687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/1122100833048999687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/1122100833048999687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2009/02/immigration.html' title='Immigration'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-4844907633970654668</id><published>2008-12-13T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:41:59.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Quentin Dornan&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Team Butters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Review: Farewell to Manzanar &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;For the first Lit Circles of the 2008-2009 school year I read &lt;u&gt;Farewell to Manzanar&lt;/u&gt;. It is written by Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston. The main characters are Jeanne, Papa, Woody, and Mama. Woody is her older brother. It is an autobiography about her life in Manzanar. I didn't really like this book for three reasons. First, she moved from scene to scene to fast so it was very hard to follow. Second, the book was too predictable; you could easily predict what was going to happen. Finally, I didn't like how mean her dad was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Jeanne, the author, moved from scene to scene to fast so the book was very hard for me to follow. If you want a book about internment camps this is not the one for you. It is very hard to follow and I am sure that you can find a lot more information in other books. I don't like fast moving books so I hated this book! It was HORRIBLE!!! I suggest that you do not read this book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I also didn't like this book because it was way too predictable. When I was reading I could tell what was going to happen. Every time I was done reading I could predict what was going to happen next. If you want a suspenseful book, this is not the book for you. You can tell what is going to happen so it is not interesting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The finale thing that I did not like about this book is how mean she made her dad seam. People look up to there dads’. That makes all dads look bad. She made it seam like he was the worst dad ever. He was really rude to her and it was bad to read. One example was when he accused her of flaunting her sexuality and trying to be American. She made him seam so atrocious. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Overall, &lt;u&gt;Farewell to Manzanar&lt;/u&gt; was a horrific book and I suggest that you never read it, even if it is the last book on Earth. There are way better books out there about internment camps if you like those kinds of books. Never read this book!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-4844907633970654668?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/4844907633970654668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=4844907633970654668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4844907633970654668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4844907633970654668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-review.html' title='BOOK REVIEW'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-6703077934982994059</id><published>2008-12-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:40:29.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Quentin Dornan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Team Butters&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Final Draft&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dorman/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book Review: Farewell to Manzanar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Dorman/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;  For the first Lit Circles of the 2008-2009 school year I read Farewell to Manzanar. It is written by Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston. The main characters are Jeanne, Papa, Woody, and Mama. Woody is her older brother. It is an autobiography about her life in Manzanar. I didn't really like this book for three reasons. First, she moved from scene to scene to fast so it was very hard to follow. Second, the book was too predictable; you could easily predict what was going to happen. Finally, I didn't like how mean her dad was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;  Jeanne, the author, moved from scene to scene to fast so the book was very hard for me to follow. If you want a book about internment camps this is not the one for you. It is very hard to follow and I am sure that you can find a lot more information in other books. I don't like fast moving books so I hated this book! It was HORRIBLE!!! I suggest that you do not read this book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;  I also didn't like this book because it was way to predictable. When I was reading I could tell what was going to happen.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-6703077934982994059?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/6703077934982994059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=6703077934982994059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6703077934982994059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6703077934982994059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/12/quentin-dornan-team-butters-final-draft.html' title=''/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-2602587573776380879</id><published>2008-10-06T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:53:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESCUED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perspective: Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.72in; margin-right: 0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.72in; margin-right: 0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was a great day. I fought of Ralph so he went to go hide. The tribe had meat. The pig had tasted good. Piggy died and the conch was destroyed which was a great joy for me.  Yes, Piggy is finally dead and Ralph has no power.     Ralph ran into the forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.72in; margin-right: 0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.72in; margin-right: 0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We planned to hunt him the next day. Samneric told us that he was hiding in the creepers. We rolled a big red rock toward the sea to scare him. He got out of the thicket and started to run towards the beach. I was so excited that Ralph had started to run away. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.72in; margin-right: 0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.72in; margin-right: 0.75in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We followed Ralph onto the beach. A naval officer was there. I thought of Piggy's brains spilling out of his head. The naval officer asked how many had died and Ralph said two. I was so relieved that Ralph had not giving me up for killing both of them. I suddenly felt sorry for him. IT WAS GREAT TO FINALLY GET RESCUED. I do wish I had gotten to kill Ralph before we left the island though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-2602587573776380879?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/2602587573776380879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=2602587573776380879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/2602587573776380879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/2602587573776380879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/10/rescued.html' title='RESCUED'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-7073792358821613505</id><published>2008-10-05T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:56:32.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy dies</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 11: Castle Rock&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today was a tragic day. I decided that we should all go over to Castle Rock to confront Jack. That turned out to be a really bad idea. We went with spears. We only had four people come over. It was crazy. They stopped us at the gate to castle rock. Jack came out of the forest from hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            He confronted me about coming over there. I said, “That fire is never going to get us rescued; that is a cooking fire, not a signal fire.” After that comment Jack and I started fighting with our spears. He ordered for Samneric to be captured. Piggy yelled so he could speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            He said that he should be able to speak because he had the conch. I heard the rock before I saw it. Roger had pulled the lever. It rolled down and I dove out of the way. It ran over Piggy and he fell off the cliff. By the time I went to look at him the wave had taken him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-7073792358821613505?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/7073792358821613505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=7073792358821613505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/7073792358821613505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/7073792358821613505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/10/piggy-dies.html' title='Piggy dies'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-4041446438080783075</id><published>2008-10-02T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:01:37.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chapter 10: The Shell and the Glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perspective: Piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0.53in; margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Today was an okay day. We just saw and participated in Simon's death. We all got injured during that. I really miss Simon. I am very sorry that I killed him and I really wish that Simon would have been smarter and had not come in at night. They would not think that he was the beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I saw Samneric coming out of the forest with a log. I went over and lit the fire so that we can get rescued. I went over to talk to Samneric. They said that they left the party early and so did we and Ralph and I said we left early to. We didn't want to admit that we were part of the group that had killed Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Later that night, Jack came over and tried to steal something. He was fighting us.  Samneric kicked one of the people in the nuts. It must of hurt. They were punching and kicking us. It was a good fight and I think that nobody will come back after what we did to them. I then realized that they had tried to steal some fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-4041446438080783075?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/4041446438080783075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=4041446438080783075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4041446438080783075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/4041446438080783075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/10/lord-of-flies-chapter-10-shell-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-6215762170087561328</id><published>2008-10-01T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:07:46.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pig Head's Advice Led to Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 9: A View to a Death&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Perspective: Simon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today was a great day. I found out what the beastie was. It is a dead parachutist that is on top of the mountain. I got tired because I had had no water in a day. When I came down I was stumbling. It was very harsh to walk around after having no water. All I could do is stumble and then I would fall. I made my way back to camp, and saw that they had moved camps. It was a horrible walk back to camp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That is when everything changed. I started to scrape my knees from falling so many times. I finally began to get close to camp and realized that Jack, Piggy, and Ralph were in a fight. I got a coconut shell and drank the whole thing in a matter of seconds, and then they saw me and started to sing, “Kill the Beast, Spill His Blood.” Then the hunters started to comes near me with their sharp sticks. They started jabbing me and I thought it was a game. I started to lose consciousness and blacked out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; color: fuchsia;"&gt;I DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-6215762170087561328?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/6215762170087561328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=6215762170087561328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6215762170087561328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6215762170087561328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/10/pig-heads-advice-led-to-death.html' title='The Pig Head&apos;s Advice Led to Death'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5917832295975902424</id><published>2008-09-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:44:31.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Head on a Stick</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8:&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I had a great day today. I called and tried to a meeting today and tried to get named chief. Nobody voted for me so I left. I told everybody that wanted to come could follow. I got most of the hunters back except Samneric. They stayed with Ralph which was a big loss. We went hunting with our sharper sticks. We found a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The chase was on. The pig was running down the pig trail with two spears in her. It was easy to chase her because she had blood dripping. We followed her to the scar and then started chanting. Kill the pig. Roger started to stab her with his spear. I slit her throat and then hot blood came pouring down onto my hand. Then Roger started chanting, “Right up her ass!” Then we paunched the pig and left the head on a stick for the beast. We brought the meat back to camp and realized that they didn’t have Piggy’s specs to start a fire. That night we went over and stole some and then tried to convince people to come over to our side. A few of the littluns came and we did get some of the fire. That is where the day ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5917832295975902424?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5917832295975902424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5917832295975902424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5917832295975902424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5917832295975902424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/head-on-stick.html' title='The Head on a Stick'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-6245530852672715829</id><published>2008-09-27T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:48:35.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7: Shadows and Tall Trees&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very fun and adventurous day. I went hunting for the first time. We were hunting for the beast and pigs. We saw some pig droppings and then a boar started to charge right at me. I threw my stick and it hit right in the nose. It ran by and Jack started to chase it. I was so excited that I had hit the boar that I didn’t follow Jack in the chase. Jack was mad because I threw my stick early and the boar had got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that we did was walk through the most difficult section in the forest. We all had to work together because it was very difficult. I suddenly thought that I wanted someone to go tell Piggy that we would not be back until after dark. I asked them and Simon volunteered. He started to go back and then I had second guesses about him going alone, but we had to push on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Jack found a path that led to the bottom of the mountain. I said that we should climb it and go hunting for the beastie. Jack and I went, while everyone went back to the huts. Roger stayed with us and we began to ascend the mountain. Roger and I stayed about ten feet from the top. Jack went up to look for the beast and when he came back down he looked frightened. I’ve never seen him so frightened. It was very scary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-6245530852672715829?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/6245530852672715829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=6245530852672715829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6245530852672715829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/6245530852672715829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunt.html' title='The Hunt'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-9175695245571775889</id><published>2008-09-24T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:52:48.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 5: Beast from Air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Perspective: Piggy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today was a very scary day. Sam and Eric came down from the mountain telling everyone that they had seen the beastie. They said that the beast’s arms were &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;flailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about and actually touched one of them on the shoulder. I was &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;embroiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in a battle with Jack about the beast. It frightened us all, when they said that they saw the beast. We went to go hunt the beast. On the way we saw a &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;guano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of sea birds flying into the distance. Jack said that their was one place on the island were he had never been before. We went there on an &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;interminable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; journey that took a long time. We &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;diffidently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; talked about who should lead them on to the cliff when suddenly Ralph said, “I will be the one to go. Don’t ask questions. When Ralph left, Jack went after him muttering something about how he did not want him to be alone. There were very tense moments when Jack and Ralph were out of sight. Then they both came back and said that everything was fine and there was no beastie there. Some of the boys went to were Ralph and Jack were and started to roll rocks. I personally wanted to go back to the shelters and take a nap but most of the kids said that they wanted to stay. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-9175695245571775889?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/9175695245571775889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=9175695245571775889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/9175695245571775889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/9175695245571775889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/beast.html' title='The Beast'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-2554739918541649741</id><published>2008-09-23T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:57:53.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meeting</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Beast in the Water&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today was a very weird day. Ralph called a meeting at sunset. He set the rules for the island. He made a rule that everyone is to sleep in the shelters except for the hunters who are watching the fire. I do not agree with the rule made because I am the one that sneaks out to my spot. Ralph also made a rule that everyone has to work and that we need to build new shelters that can withstand storms. I wish that the hunters would have stayed on the mountain. I hate being stuck on this ludicrous island. It would have been great if we were rescued when the boat was there. I would have rather been rescued than have pig for dinner. Then the little ones are talking about this beastie who comes from the water. They all found out that I was sneaking out because the little one heard me walking around and thought I was the beastie. I had to spill the beans and it was very embarrassing. The little ones are scared and I am trying to comfort them because no one else is. Overall, it was a weird day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-2554739918541649741?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/2554739918541649741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=2554739918541649741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/2554739918541649741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/2554739918541649741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeting.html' title='The Meeting'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-305601350748000934</id><published>2008-09-21T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:02:24.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Painted Faces and Long Hair&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today was a great day. Today I found out that it would be easier to catch a pig with face painting. The other boys on the island were swimming while the hunters and I went and found the pig. We had to be quiet while we were sneaking through the creepers because the pigs get easily scared. We found the pigs in the jungle on the other side of the jungle. I killed the pig. It felt like I had triumph over the pig. The other pigs heard the commotion and ran into the forest. We started singing a song about killing the pig. We walked to the bottom of the mountain still singing the song. Our group of hunters started to climb up the mountain. The pigs head was carried on a stake up to the top of the mountain. We were still singing our song when we reach the top of the mountain. Right when we reached the top of the mountain, we saw Ralph and he seemed mad about something. Then I realized the fire had gone out. They started to yell at me about how they had seen a ship and there was no smoke. I showed them the pig and they did not seem happy. All they cared about was the fire. We then started another fire. The pig was cooked on a stick and then it became cooked greatly. The day was a complete triumph. I caught a pig. IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-305601350748000934?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/305601350748000934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=305601350748000934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/305601350748000934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/305601350748000934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/pig.html' title='PIG!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5279494736597736346</id><published>2008-09-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:39:41.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Huts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Lord of the Flies&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Chapter 3: The Huts on the Beach&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Character: Ralph&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Today was a very eventful day. Jack went hunting in the forest with all of his hunters. About 1 hour later all of them but Jack came back and decided to go for a swim. Simon and I are building the huts on an island while everyone else does nothing. So far we have built two shelters. Jack came back later with news that he hadn’t caught any pigs and was obsessed with it. He also screamed with delight and I thought he saw a ship. The only thing that happened was that he found out how to catch the pigs. I was very mad and angry because Jack was obsessed with pigs. It was getting really annoying because he wouldn’t do anything but think about the pigs. Simon was talking to Jack and I when we got into a fight. He went away and didn’t tell anyone that he was leaving. I am scared for him because he is in the forest alone and nobody was with him. The shelters that we made are not very strong so I believe that they would not hold if there was a storm to come. Well, hopefully we find Simon and I hope that somebody could help me with the shelters tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5279494736597736346?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5279494736597736346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5279494736597736346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5279494736597736346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5279494736597736346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/huts.html' title='The Huts'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-3370889745410123831</id><published>2008-09-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:03:40.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: The Sound of the Shell&lt;br /&gt;Character: Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a good day so far. There was a plane crash today that all of the boys survived. The adults didn’t survive so we had to elect a leader. I thought of the idea of a vote because everybody was shouting out names. I am very shy on the island, hardly speaking and thinking most of the time. I feel bad for Piggy because everyone makes fun of him. Ralph was rude to name him Piggy. I think that the little ones are in trouble because nobody cares for them. I think that we should have and elected group of people to take care of them. Ralph took me on an adventure with him and Jack. It was very cool to look around the island from the top of the mountain because you could see were the plane came down and the jungle below. The island is a very beautiful place but I hope that we get rescued soon. Hunger will become a very important issue on the island unless we find some order in getting the food. We will run out of fruit if we all eat it so we need to find a different food source. Hopefully tomorrow we will have shelters built.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-3370889745410123831?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/3370889745410123831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=3370889745410123831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/3370889745410123831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/3370889745410123831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722675315373466051.post-5418344319940824961</id><published>2008-09-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:28:19.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Out</title><content type='html'>Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: Fire on the Mountain&lt;br /&gt;Character: Piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel so horrible. Everyone is making fun of me because Ralph told everybody that my name is Piggy. I am upset because nobody listens to me. They all pinched my specs from me and used them to make a fire without my permission. We made a rule that whoever has the conch gets to speak. When I have the conch no body lets me speak. Ralph induced everyone to call me Piggy and it was not. Jack has an odd ebullience about him, and I don’t like it. I am martyred on this island and I wish I could go see my Auntie. All the little ones are capering around the island. I am so glad that I am not the leader because I would have the biggest headache. Jack is the leader of the hunters, but I think that he wants to be in control of everybody. He is scary, Jack is and I don’t like him because of his nature. He probably just wants to kill and that is why he is leader of the hunters. I think that Jack will be the first to kill on the island and he might do it because he wants to be leader.  Simon is one of the quieter boys who is shy. He seems like he would be nice. I think that all the strenuous work on the island is pointless because we haven’t even built shelters yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722675315373466051-5418344319940824961?l=harrypotter4701.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/feeds/5418344319940824961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722675315373466051&amp;postID=5418344319940824961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5418344319940824961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722675315373466051/posts/default/5418344319940824961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harrypotter4701.blogspot.com/2008/09/left-out.html' title='Left Out'/><author><name>Quentin's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13889995479238604039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
