<?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-6995913489098689673</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:33:44.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Mile A Memory...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995913489098689673.post-2009067279929246142</id><published>2010-05-24T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T06:21:27.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The term Holocaust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term Holocaust is an act of mass destruction and loss of life. In our country there have been many acts of destruction that can be referred to as a Holocaust. Whether it was the mass murder of Jews under the German Nazi or the September 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; terrorist attack. No matter how large or small the act is, Holocaust are a terrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475009079618647074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djwZSVtP8-4/S_sjwAS1NCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UNRzaub0nuw/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; attacks to me was on September 11, 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. That day changed the lives of millions. Many lives were taken on that day and many families were torn apart. People lost loved ones and many people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; their lives for our country. From that day on, we will always be affected by what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;. We will always grieve and remember the brave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; so much for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 911, our country has grown and learned from the terrible Holocaust that took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elie Wiesel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Elie Wiesel is the author of the book &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt;. He is a very inspiring author. He experienced and went through tragic containment in the Nazis camps. He was able to tell the story and let us feel what horrible act took place. He never let the harsh punishment slow him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/Holocaust123.JPG&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.naacp.org/advocacy/theadvocate/rat_sped/july_07/reparations/index.htm&amp;amp;usg=__eLIlhWdOu0ZsyTVGZz443goAelE=&amp;amp;h=410&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=45&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=4&amp;amp;sig2=UqyX0foBrycwWU2Z5cFqVg&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=qis0oDXfljw8aM:&amp;amp;tbnh=107&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthe%2Bholocaust%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;ei=yCT7S8H2DMP38AaAtpDSBQ"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; is cited on this website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symbolism&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djwZSVtP8-4/S__Bh_727JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qBi6sX47CLc/s1600/night+mad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 316px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476308461748153490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djwZSVtP8-4/S__Bh_727JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qBi6sX47CLc/s200/night+mad.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and night symbolize a world without God’s presence. In Night, Wiesel explains this allusion. Night always occurs when suffering is worst, and its presence reflects &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eliezer&lt;/span&gt;’s belief that he lives in a world without God. The first time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eliezer&lt;/span&gt; mentions that “night fell” is when his father is interrupted while telling stories and informed about the deportation of Jews. Also, it is “darkness” when the prisoners begin their horrible run from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buna&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A theme is an important lesson you learned. There are several themes you could give &lt;em&gt;Night. &lt;/em&gt;The Importance of Remembering is one main theme from the book. One of Wiesel's main objectives in writing &lt;em&gt;Night&lt;/em&gt; is to remind his audience that the Holocaust occurred, in hopes that it will never repeat itself. Wiesel has maintained his eye against hatred and inhumanity &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-2009067279929246142?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2009067279929246142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/05/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2009067279929246142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2009067279929246142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/05/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_djwZSVtP8-4/S_sjwAS1NCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UNRzaub0nuw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995913489098689673.post-3007753542440570690</id><published>2010-04-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:24:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roaring Twenties</title><content type='html'>Living in the 1920's would be a lot more difficult than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would enjoy living in the present day much more than in the 20's.  Today technology is everywhere.  We are filled with technology in every day use.  I also enjoy are dress styles that we have today much more than in the 1920's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt;, I do think it would be very exciting to live back in the 1920's.  They seemed to always have fun.  People were always dancing and listening to jazz music.  From changing their dress and hair styles, it would be difficult to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all I have learned about the Roaring Twenties, I defiantly like living in the present day.  I wouldn't want to change a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-3007753542440570690?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3007753542440570690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/roaring-twenties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/3007753542440570690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/3007753542440570690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/roaring-twenties.html' title='The Roaring Twenties'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-2163629446653440405</id><published>2010-04-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T06:55:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night:)</title><content type='html'>What was your Prom night like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl dreams of the perfect prom night. Starting with the perfect dress to your french-tipped toes. Most girls begin preparing for their prom night a month or two before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prom experience began finding the perfect dress and shoes. Then, I bought matching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelery&lt;/span&gt;. There were several appointments that needed to be made too. First, I had to make one for my toe nails and finger nails, then my hair appointment, and of course dinner reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night started off at 1:30. I was first off to get my hair rolled up. I went back at 4:45 to get in fixed up. I then rushed off to Lyon College to take a million pictures with all my friends. With all my friends, we headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Josies&lt;/span&gt; to eat a delicious dinner. With a party for 25, we had the best time. We couldn't stop laughing about old memories and talking about what the night was going to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was prom time. Off to the dance we went. We danced and danced all night and took a million more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prom, my whole group of friends built a bonfire. We continued our dance party while just having a good time together. We always have fun being together. After all, high school is about making memories with your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was a great time for me. I enjoyed being in a big group with all my friends. We captured every moment of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-2163629446653440405?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2163629446653440405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2163629446653440405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2163629446653440405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night:)'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-2147257286804270944</id><published>2010-04-08T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:26:45.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lucky One- Book Review</title><content type='html'>Nicholas Spark's book, &lt;em&gt;The Lucky One,&lt;/em&gt; was a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lets the reader really feel how strong the power of love is. When reading this book, you can relate each character to someone in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thibault&lt;/span&gt;, decided to find out who was in the picture he found in Iraq. He took a leap of faith and went to North Carolina to figure out why this picture had brought him so much fortune. Since he had this picture in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt;, nothing but good luck has been brought on him. He figured out that the women in the picture was not only his good luck, but the women he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was really good and I would recommend it to anyone who loves a romantic love story. While reading this good, you will feel every emotion. You will come to realize that nothing is impossible and anything can happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-2147257286804270944?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2147257286804270944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/lucky-one-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2147257286804270944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2147257286804270944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/lucky-one-book-review.html' title='The Lucky One- Book Review'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-4266656424771927374</id><published>2010-04-08T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:08:57.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's First Green Is Gold</title><content type='html'>Every year when Spring rolls around, we know it's getting closer to summer.  With only a few months left in school, I begin thinking about the great times I will have this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's Spring time, my allergies begin to bother me.  When I see all the pollen on the cars and houses, I know it's back again.  I began to get bad migraines and sneeze all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we began to take nature walks at school.  We noticed all the trees changing colors.  At the tops of the trees there was gold and the leaves are beginning to come back.  Soon, they will change to many different colors.  Next, we noticed the flowers. They are beginning to bloom and turn into beautiful colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my allergies, I love Spring time.  It's a beautiful time of year!  I love seeing all the trees and flowers changing colors.  The sun brightening and warming up the day is another part of Spring I love.  With Spring hear, I know summer is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gold do you see in nature during Spring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-4266656424771927374?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4266656424771927374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-first-green-is-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/4266656424771927374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/4266656424771927374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-first-green-is-gold.html' title='Nature&apos;s First Green Is Gold'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-8055886684716674702</id><published>2010-03-17T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:00:45.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day..</title><content type='html'>What does St. Patrick's Day mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patrick's Day is a yearly holiday celebrated on March 17.  It is named after Saint Patrick, the most commonly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recognized&lt;/span&gt; patron saints in Ireland.  Over the years to color green is associated with this day.  Saint Patrick used the shamrock to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; the Holy Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day,  it is a normal day for most of us.  Just like every other day, we attend school.  The color green fills the halls.  We wear the color green, for good luck.  If you don't have green on, you might expect to get pinched by our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we need to think about all the things that are lucky in our life.  We need to realize that we are very lucky.  We have so much to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-8055886684716674702?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8055886684716674702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/8055886684716674702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/8055886684716674702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day..'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-5236310712041822903</id><published>2010-03-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:51:03.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said Yes - Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She Said Yes&lt;/em&gt; is a touching book by Misty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bernall&lt;/span&gt;.  Misty tells the story of her 17 year old daughter, Cassie, who was killed in the Columbine High Schools massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book starts out from Misty's point of view.  Cassie got stuck in the wrong group of friends.  She had struggled with having true friends during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day changed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bernall's&lt;/span&gt; family forever.  Cassie had gone to school just like every other day.  When two fellow students burst in, Cassie was hiding under a school table, hands clasped in prayer. They held a gun to her head and asked if she believed in God.  She said yes.  Before she could answer a second question of why, they shot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inspirational&lt;/span&gt; book.  I would recommend it to everyone.  It shows the courage one teenage girl had.  She stood up for what she believed and stuck to her morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will remember the horrific event that took place at Columbine High School.  Many family's and groups of friends will never be the same, without their loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-5236310712041822903?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5236310712041822903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-said-yes-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/5236310712041822903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/5236310712041822903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-said-yes-book-review.html' title='She Said Yes - Book Review'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-4549030331411396512</id><published>2010-03-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:24:46.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic-size commitment</title><content type='html'>I would make such a commitment, like the people in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt; do, for my future.  I want to have a great future ahead of me.  I will keep determination all the way through college.  I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt; through all the hardships.  I will remind myself it will all be worth it in the long run, when I feel like giving up.  I want to have a great job and make lots of money.  To have a bright future, I will have to work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is someone who has made such a pledge.  She has been on her own since she was 17.  She lost her mother to breast cancer.  I look up to my mom, she is my hero.  She did everything by herself.  She has done everything for my family and has taught me so much.  I would not be the person I am today without her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-4549030331411396512?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4549030331411396512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-size-commitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/4549030331411396512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/4549030331411396512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-size-commitment.html' title='Olympic-size commitment'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-2211154525333295866</id><published>2010-02-10T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:24:00.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner - Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Khaled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hosseini's&lt;/span&gt; powerful  novel &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; fulfills the promise of fiction, awakening curiosity about the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is about two boys in Afghanistan and Afghan immigrants in America.  It looks at how the main character, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt;, deals with a secret in his past and how that secret shaped who he became. It tells of Amir's childhood friendship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt;, his relationship with his father,and growing up in a privileged place in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; was jealous of the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; spent together.  One day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; wins the local tournament, and he believes he finally wins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baba's&lt;/span&gt; praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; hears the truth about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt;.  When he finds out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hassan&lt;/span&gt; has passed away and left behind his son, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sohrab&lt;/span&gt;, he knows he has to do something.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sohrad&lt;/span&gt; is at first silent.  After he opens up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;begs&lt;/span&gt; him to not leave him in another orphanage.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; knows he needs to take care of his brothers son, so he takes him back to America with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about friendship, loyalty, cruelty, longing for acceptance, redemption and survival.  I enjoyed this book a lot and would recommend it to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-2211154525333295866?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2211154525333295866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/02/kite-runner-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2211154525333295866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/2211154525333295866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/02/kite-runner-book-review.html' title='The Kite Runner - Book Review'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-3043135821775296045</id><published>2010-02-07T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:07:12.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2010</title><content type='html'>This Spring Break is going to be the best!  I am going to &lt;a href="http://www.skidaddy.com/"&gt;Colorado &lt;/a&gt;with my best friend, Baylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baylee and I always have the best times together.  There is never a dull moment between us.  We have always been there for each other and always pick each other up when one of us is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Spring Break, we are going snow skiing. For my first time ever, I'm going to snowboard too.  Let's just hope I don't come back broken!  Thank goodness cheerleading tryouts are before the break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baylee and I are both really friendly girls, so I'm sure we will meet a lot of new people while we are up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are counting down the days until Spring Break.  All we have to do is pack and then Colorado here we come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-3043135821775296045?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3043135821775296045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-break-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/3043135821775296045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/3043135821775296045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-break-2010.html' title='Spring Break 2010'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-8467376935368542192</id><published>2010-02-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:36:07.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil War</title><content type='html'>My sister and I sometimes have civil wars amongst each other. Even though, we know we both love each other with all our hearts, we didn't always show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I always wanted to follow my sister and her friends around. I wanted to go every where they would go and do what they did. Ashton would always yell at me to leave her alone, but I never wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Ashton had one of my shirts on, I of course had to wear that shirt that day. We would fuss and fight over who got to wear the shirt. If I had something of hers on she had to have it back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before every pageant, I always wanted Ashton to do my make-up. Knowing how it would end up, I still wanted her to do it. We would always end up yelling at each other and sometimes I would end up in tears. Ruining my make-up, she had to fix it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have grown up, we have become a lot closer. She is one of my best friends. We have learned how to share and let each other borrow stuff. She has allowed me to go eat with her friends and be around them. She can get me ready for all my pageants and dances now without someone ending up hurt or in tears. She has always been there for me. I can always count on her with whatever I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members will sometimes have civil wars amongst each other. Despite of the fighting, you know they love you and you love them just as much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-8467376935368542192?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8467376935368542192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/02/civil-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/8467376935368542192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/8467376935368542192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2010/02/civil-war.html' title='Civil War'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-6593239497266553521</id><published>2009-12-18T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:22:18.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crucible</title><content type='html'>Do you believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;witchcraft&lt;/span&gt; was the cause? Arthur Miller's &lt;em&gt;The Crucible&lt;/em&gt;, draws the reader back in time to the trying times of the Salem Witchcraft Trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, the book takes place in Salem, Massachusetts during the 17 century. Where Abigail Williams seems to be in the middle of everything. She tries to blame everything on other people to keep her out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think that the Devil is hanging around the town of Salem, and they want him out. The only way that can happen is if all of the girls admit and repent their sins. John Proctor and Abigail have a conversation referring to their affair. Abigail wants him to confess his love for her, but he refuses to have any further involvement with her. Reverend John Hale, a man known to be an authority on the matter of witchcraft, is determined to drive the evil spirits away from Salem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Proctor's wife, Elizabeth, argues with him that he must go and turn Abby in to the court, saying that she is a fraud. John is reluctant to get involved with the witch-hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the court, depositions are given and names are mentioned. Anyone whose name is mentioned is questioned, specifically by Deputy Governor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danforth&lt;/span&gt; and Reverend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Parris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos breaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Proctor goes to the court to try and save his wife. He brings Mary Warren to testify that all the girls were lying about the witchcraft. All of the girls are brought in for questioning. Abby maintains that she is telling the truth and accuses Mary of lying. John admits that he is a lecher and says that Abby is a whore. Elizabeth is brought in for questioning, but she denies that her husband is a lecher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy a book full of suspense, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you read &lt;em&gt;The Crucible&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aurthur&lt;/span&gt; Miller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-6593239497266553521?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6593239497266553521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/crucible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/6593239497266553521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/6593239497266553521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/crucible.html' title='The Crucible'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-6832591850914890335</id><published>2009-12-01T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:33:54.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>Bullying is everywhere.  People are all the time being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt; or bullying themselves.  Have you ever been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt; by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several kids that I see every day being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel a bully is someone that has their own problems that they are dealing with or they themselves have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt;.  I believe that violence is never the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe hands and words are not for hurting.  Everyone has their own problems and situations.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bully's&lt;/span&gt; needs to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;handle&lt;/span&gt; their problems in another way instead of taking their anger out on someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-6832591850914890335?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6832591850914890335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/6832591850914890335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/6832591850914890335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-5968038425485593856</id><published>2009-11-24T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:59:04.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten things to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. All my loved one's&lt;br /&gt;3. My friends&lt;br /&gt;4. My health&lt;br /&gt;5. My shelter&lt;br /&gt;6. Freedom&lt;br /&gt;7. Money&lt;br /&gt;8. My safe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Peace&lt;br /&gt;10. My car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most important thing to be thankful for is God.  God created all the heavens and the earth.  God is my savior and with him by your side you can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would have to say all my loved one's and family members are very important to me.  I am very thankful for all of them.  They are always there for me when I need them.  Without their love, I would not be who I am today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-5968038425485593856?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5968038425485593856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-ten-things-to-be-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/5968038425485593856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/5968038425485593856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/top-ten-things-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='Top ten things to be thankful for'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-4286610630279288457</id><published>2009-11-16T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:48:12.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak book review</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like no one understands you, or do you ever feel alone? You aren't the only one. Laurie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halse&lt;/span&gt; Anderson's novel &lt;em&gt;Speak&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mesmerised&lt;/span&gt; me with her courage and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Melinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sordina&lt;/span&gt;, seems like a normal high school girl. She shuffles her way through the crowded hallways of her new school, her old friends are changing and she's having a hard time fitting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an end of summer party, a senior boy named Andy took advantage of her.  He rapped her.  Dazed and drunk, Melinda called the cops but left before they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, no one could forgive her.  Her friends wouldn't talk to her, and everyone ignored her.  No one wanted to listen to Melinda's explanations, and well, Melinda didn't even feel like talking to anyone about that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda felt like an outcast.  She had no friends to talk to.  She carried the burden of this alone, confused, and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt;, I do not know anyone who has gone through what Melinda had to.  I do feel bullying is a big problem in the world today.  People get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt; all the time.  They are also too afraid to talk to someone about their problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a good theme for &lt;em&gt;Speak&lt;/em&gt; would be hands and words are not for hurting.  Bullying is terrible. No one should feel afraid or feel like they are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I really enjoyed this book and would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it to every teenager.  Teens need to read and understand how it is for someone that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bullied&lt;/span&gt;.  They need to realize what some people are having to go through.  And make sure that they are never treating someone with disrespect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-4286610630279288457?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4286610630279288457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/4286610630279288457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/4286610630279288457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-book-review.html' title='Speak book review'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-1564641066873351051</id><published>2009-10-22T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:25:53.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Badge of Courage</title><content type='html'>Stephen Crane's &lt;em&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/em&gt; inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, Henry Fleming enters the army with strong romantic feelings about war. After experiencing the realities of army life, he becomes plagued by doubts and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry wakes from a brief nap to find that the enemy is again charging his regiment. Terror overtakes him this time and he leaps up and flees the line. As he runs across the field, he tells himself that he made the right decision, that his regiment could not have won, and that the men who remained to fight were fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Henry passes a group of wounded soldiers. He is deeply envious of these men, thinking that their wounds are like “a red badge of courage". He meets a tattered man who has been shot twice and who speaks proudly of the fact that his regiment did not flee. He repeatedly asks Henry where he is wounded, which makes Henry deeply uncomfortable because he has no wounds to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Henry is hit over the head during his flight from the front he is able to clarify his understanding of his role of what it means to be a soldier. He overcomes his fears and quilt to become one of the fiercest, most aggressive soldiers in the regiment. He accepts duty by showing the confidence and courage required to be a soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a good theme for &lt;em&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/em&gt; would be never to give up. Henry was afraid of the war ,but later on he realized he could make a difference and he over came his fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I really enjoyed this book and would recommend it to anyone who is trying to over a fear or hardship in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-1564641066873351051?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1564641066873351051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-badge-of-courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/1564641066873351051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/1564641066873351051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-badge-of-courage.html' title='The Red Badge of Courage'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-9140472498308072802</id><published>2009-10-13T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:13:52.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirit Bear</title><content type='html'>Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikaelsen's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Touching Spirit Bear&lt;/em&gt; touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, everything in Cole Matthews life is a circle. At the age of fifteen he is already a juvenile delinquent. His parents are strong alcoholics and his dad is a child molester. He hurts Cole almost every night. One day, Cole has enough and takes his anger out on poor Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Driscal&lt;/span&gt;. He takes his head and smashes it into the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, for his punishment, he goes to an island in Alaska and has to stay for a year. Cole tries to escape several times, but always fails. When he spots the Spirit Bear, he hates it for not being afraid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fianlly, after getting a second change to stay on the island, Cole must find a way to help Peter. Peter stays on the island with him. He soaks in the river and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carrys&lt;/span&gt; the ancestor rock up the hill just like Cole does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, a good theme for this book would be hands and words are not for hurting. You should never bully or tease anyone. I really enjoyed this book and I would recommend it to any high school student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-9140472498308072802?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9140472498308072802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/9140472498308072802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/9140472498308072802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear.html' title='Touching Spirit Bear'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-9102711274780701765</id><published>2009-10-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:18:58.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Natalee</title><content type='html'>"Hope is the only thing, that keeps me holding on." Beth Holloway's &lt;em&gt;Loving Natalee&lt;/em&gt; mesmerized me with her strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Beth Holloway is the mother of Natalee Holloway. Natalee has been missing from Aruba since May 2005. Natalee was on her senior trip, along with several other classmates. She never showed up at the airport, for her flight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalee grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. She was an honors student, on the dance team, and was involved in several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extracurricular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;. She planned to use her scholarship to attend the University of Alabama and become a Pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Beth has been such an inspiration to me. Her faith has shown me that the power of faith can give us hope against all odds. Beth never gave up looking for her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally connected with &lt;em&gt;Loving Natalee. &lt;/em&gt;Beth has been my mother's best friend since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;. My mother and I have visited Beth at her house in Birmingham during her search for her daughter. Beth is a very strong and inspiring lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lastly&lt;/span&gt;, A good theme for &lt;em&gt;Loving Natalee &lt;/em&gt;is live each day to the fullest; you never know when it might be your last. Always be nice to everyone and treat others with respect. Both Beth and Natalee, never dreamed it would be the last time they would see each other before she left for Aruba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day, everyone is still searching for any clues of Natalee. Beth travels to schools spreading the words of teens and their safety. She has made a lifetime movie and has written the book &lt;em&gt;Loving Natalee. &lt;/em&gt;I enjoyed this book very much. I would recommend this book to every teenage student. Every teen needs to be educated about situations that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to prevent bad situations happening to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-9102711274780701765?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9102711274780701765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-natalee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/9102711274780701765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/9102711274780701765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-natalee.html' title='Loving Natalee'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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-6995913489098689673.post-8819208513549527405</id><published>2009-09-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:44:46.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where is your paradise?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My paradise is Destin, Florida.  I enjoy spending one week every summer on the sandy white beach.  Spending just one week, once a year is not enough time in paradise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up early every morning and rush down to the ocean.  With my rafts and tanning lotion close by, I relax all day.  I soak up as much Florida sunshine as I can.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling asleep to the sound of the emerald waves crashing against the shore, is the best feeling in the world.  I love taking a long walk down the beach, watching the hundreds of  people enjoying the beautiful beach too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several activities I enjoy doing while I'm in paradise.  You can parasail, kayak, go deep sea fishing, or go shopping. This year, while I was in Destin, I learned how to paddle surf.  It was a lot of fun, but a ton of hard work.  When I get home from paradise,  I feel like I have gained fifteen pounds from eating all the wonderful foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be wonderful if I could live in Florida.  Being able to spend every day in paradise, would be so great.  I cant wait until next summer, when I can go back to the best place in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6995913489098689673-8819208513549527405?l=cheerislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8819208513549527405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/09/paradise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/8819208513549527405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6995913489098689673/posts/default/8819208513549527405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheerislove.blogspot.com/2009/09/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Madeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03380343003793232726</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></feed>
