<?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-6465536080414772984</id><updated>2011-08-02T21:32:06.736-04:00</updated><category term='warm'/><category term='Greek mythology'/><category term='watermelon'/><category term='favorite food'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='funny'/><category term='brother'/><category term='Capitol'/><category term='Augusta'/><category term='Trojans'/><category term='coat'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='sunrise'/><category term='puffins'/><category term='Minotaur'/><category term='Building'/><category term='Hercules'/><category term='Crete'/><category term='helpful'/><category term='representatives'/><category term='Maine'/><category term='King Aegeus'/><category term='loving'/><category term='mother'/><category term='mountains'/><title type='text'>Boxberry Elementary School Students</title><subtitle type='html'>Boxberry School is a small, private elementary school.  This blog was created to display the quality writing of our students.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-3010232356263602912</id><published>2010-03-05T13:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:48:16.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Grass by Sophie L.</title><content type='html'>Everyday people big and small&lt;br /&gt;run across my lush green surface.&lt;br /&gt;They tickle me and I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows so my&lt;br /&gt;hair blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never lonely&lt;br /&gt;for I cover almost all the land.&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't cover I make friends&lt;br /&gt;with the sea, the ocean and the desert.&lt;br /&gt;We never fight; we always get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the winter&lt;br /&gt;I cuddle down&lt;br /&gt;in my blanket of snow.&lt;br /&gt;After Mother Nature tucks me in&lt;br /&gt;I fall fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awake in the spring&lt;br /&gt;I must wash my clothes&lt;br /&gt;for they are brown and dirty&lt;br /&gt;because they have been covered&lt;br /&gt;for oh so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Persona Poem  ~  revised March 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-3010232356263602912?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3010232356263602912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-grass-by-sophie-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/3010232356263602912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/3010232356263602912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-grass-by-sophie-l.html' title='Green Grass by Sophie L.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-6000426536405563175</id><published>2010-03-05T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:43:56.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind-Catcher by Mae G.</title><content type='html'>I am a wind-catcher,&lt;br /&gt;a chain of cones going around&lt;br /&gt;in an endless trip.  The&lt;br /&gt;wind guides me on my&lt;br /&gt;journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I stop&lt;br /&gt;when the wind stops.&lt;br /&gt;My trip slows and I take a&lt;br /&gt;break.  I rest.  I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I patiently wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Persona Poem  ~  revised March 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-6000426536405563175?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6000426536405563175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/wind-catcher-by-mae-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/6000426536405563175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/6000426536405563175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/wind-catcher-by-mae-g.html' title='Wind-Catcher by Mae G.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-8857421775105538088</id><published>2010-03-05T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:40:36.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Hole by Sophie L.</title><content type='html'>As the children pick berries I watch them as&lt;br /&gt;they stop and run over and jump in.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my ooey-gooey mud absorb them as&lt;br /&gt;they splash around tickling my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take some mud of mine&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;They make mud pies&lt;br /&gt;and let them dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come again soon&lt;br /&gt;and we play.&lt;br /&gt;I wish they could stay&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;but not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter I sleep under snow,&lt;br /&gt;In spring I play in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;In summer I'm absorbed into the ground,&lt;br /&gt;and in fall I come back and play&lt;br /&gt;with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Persona Poem  ~  revised March 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-8857421775105538088?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8857421775105538088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-4920813407671025215</id><published>2010-03-05T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:36:01.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalk by Emily H.</title><content type='html'>I see the kids playing, running,&lt;br /&gt;drawing on me.&lt;br /&gt;It tickles&lt;br /&gt;as they play games.&lt;br /&gt;They draw with chalk&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;jump over what they have&lt;br /&gt;drawn,&lt;br /&gt;They're playing hopscotch.&lt;br /&gt;They are enjoying themselves&lt;br /&gt;together,&lt;br /&gt;laughing&lt;br /&gt;and creating.&lt;br /&gt;They play lots of games, such as:&lt;br /&gt;jump-roping and four-square.&lt;br /&gt;They play a lot more too.&lt;br /&gt;It is very enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;for me too because&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;I am playing along&lt;br /&gt;with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Persona Poem  ~  revised March 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-4920813407671025215?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4920813407671025215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/sidewalk-by-emily-h.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/4920813407671025215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/4920813407671025215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/sidewalk-by-emily-h.html' title='Sidewalk by Emily H.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-2281864624251011789</id><published>2010-03-05T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T11:04:31.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sign by Mae G.</title><content type='html'>I am a sign.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit up on the wall I watch&lt;br /&gt;the cars go by.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a blue one and&lt;br /&gt;there it goes.  Around noon I am&lt;br /&gt;rewarded by the playful whoop and&lt;br /&gt;laughter of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer I am&lt;br /&gt;alone.  As a sign I am&lt;br /&gt;welcoming.  The kids will&lt;br /&gt;come and&lt;br /&gt;go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Persona Poem  ~  revised March 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-2281864624251011789?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/2281864624251011789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/sign-by-mae-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/2281864624251011789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/2281864624251011789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/sign-by-mae-g.html' title='The Sign by Mae G.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-8545837436984483832</id><published>2010-03-05T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:56:50.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valley by Emily T.</title><content type='html'>In the field sagging low, I sit all day.&lt;br /&gt;I wait patiently for the children to come running,&lt;br /&gt;Running through the gate from the playground.&lt;br /&gt;The kids roll snowballs into my depths.&lt;br /&gt;In the winter I look like a fold in a warm white towel,&lt;br /&gt;but really the snow chills me.&lt;br /&gt;In the spring I become a shallow sea,&lt;br /&gt;as the children pirates play with me.&lt;br /&gt;They call me the valley, the scoop, or the dip.&lt;br /&gt;They run all around till recess is over,&lt;br /&gt;but me, I just sit even when the day has come&lt;br /&gt;to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: Persona Poem  ~  revised March 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-8545837436984483832?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8545837436984483832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/valley-by-emily-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/8545837436984483832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/8545837436984483832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/valley-by-emily-t.html' title='The Valley by Emily T.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-3918235239309318951</id><published>2010-03-05T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:49:57.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Check for Jaguars in Your Suit Case By Sophia L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sophie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, am about to tell you one story told by two people (animals). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First Cheetah’s perspective then Jaguar’s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheetah’s Perspective:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day when Cheetah was at recess, he realized it was the 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Annual Race Day. He decided to race. Roadrunner, who had won five years straight, was in front. Cheetah ran to the front of the line next to Roadrunner. “I bet you five dollars you can’t beat me,” laughed Roadrunner. Cheetah didn’t say anything in reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“ON YOUR MARK. . . GET SET. . . GOOOOOO!” shouted Mr. Toad. They were off! Roadrunner was in the lead. Soon Cheetah was next to him again! Cheetah started to pull ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“NNOO!” screamed Roadrunner. Roadrunner started to catch up! Just then, Cheetah stepped on a thorn. “OUCH!” Then it felt better immediately. Suddenly Cheetah ran faster and faster until he was going two-hundred miles per hour and he shot on toward the finish line. He crossed the finish line. The animals watching went wild! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After Roadrunner finished, he stomped over to Cheetah, “Here’s your five dollars, Cheetah.” “Thank you! I’m sorry you didn’t win.” Roadrunner ignored him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When he got home, he saw Mama Cheetah and Mama Jaguar. Mama Jaguar was crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What’s wrong?” Cheetah asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Baby Jaguar’s gone!” she sobbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“That’s so terrible!” Cheetah said sympathetically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later that night (around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) Cheetah went to find Baby Jaguar. Jaguar had always said “I’m going to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.” So he headed toward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby Jaguar was only three years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After running (with his super speed) from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Massachusetts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he stopped to rest. After resting he continued toward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When he arrived he thought, I will rest in an alley. Suddenly, he saw a truck driving straight at a bus full of PEOPLE. Cheetah jumped into action. He ran toward the bus and he. . . . threw it over the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People screamed, babies cried, and others stood open mouthed. Cheetah ran faster and faster and faster until he too was flying. He landed right underneath the bus and CAUGHT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the commotion was over he decided in the morning he continued on his journey. “Where will I look?” he wondered. Then he remembered “Great Jungle!” He picked up his speed while flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He arrived to the sound of a baby animal crying for his mommy. Cheetah came into the clearing. He saw a baby jaguar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Baby Jaguar!” Cheetah shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“CHEETAH!” screamed Baby Jaguar tacking Cheetah in a GIGANTIC bear hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Get on my back, we’re flying home.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“O.K.” and they flew home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I will tell Jaguar’s perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“MUMMY!” shouted Baby Jaguar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What?” asked Mama Jaguar running into the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I’m going to Great Jungle!” he said happily while splashing around in the bathtub full of bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“No,” answered his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Whatever,” he told his mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later that night, Baby J (Baby Jaguar) grabbed some food and left. He ran to the airport which was only two miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He jumped into an open suitcase. All of the people on the plane flew to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Most of the people got off at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and some stayed to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. He jumped out of the suitcase. After many hours of running, he reached the train station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He jumped in a bag that happened to belong to somebody named Mrs. Stuart’s suitcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“ALL ABOARD!” called the train’s conductor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a while Baby Jaguar fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the train stopped in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, he was still asleep. (Mrs. Stuart never zipped up her bags and ALWAYS swung her bag in a circle.) Mrs. Stuart grabbed her bag and started swinging it. Baby Jaguar fell out and landed on his bottom. Mrs. Stuart saw Baby Jaguar and screamed “AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” She stopped screaming, sneezed, then kept screaming “AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” She grabbed a broom from the janitor who was walking by. Mrs. Stuart started chasing him and whacking the ground trying to hit Baby Jaguar. And all the while was screaming, “AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ...to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-3918235239309318951?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/3918235239309318951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-check-for-jaguars-in-your-suit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/3918235239309318951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/3918235239309318951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-check-for-jaguars-in-your-suit.html' title='Always Check for Jaguars in Your Suit Case By Sophia L.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-6264994174436031312</id><published>2010-02-09T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:41:10.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging by Emily T.</title><content type='html'>My favorite part of our field trip to the State House was paging.  Paging is when you pass notes for the representatives of the house during meetings.  During the session I picked up a note from Rep. Terry Hayes, a representative who came to our school.  To deliver the note I had to scootch all the way into the middle of an aisle.  Paging was my favorite part because it was fun to dodge the big chairs that the representatives sat in.  I felt nervous at first because I kept thinking that I would deliver the note to the wrong place.  I'm not quite sure what the notes were about, but I'm guessing they said, "I would like to discuss this matter more with you.  Please meet me."  Out of everything we did at the State House, paging was my favorite because I felt like I was doing an important job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic:  Field Trip to Maine State House  ~  revised 2/8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-6264994174436031312?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/6264994174436031312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/paging-by-emily-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/6264994174436031312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/6264994174436031312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/paging-by-emily-t.html' title='Paging by Emily T.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-4228881740277484661</id><published>2010-02-09T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:12:04.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine State Capitol By Mae</title><content type='html'>My favorite part of our field trip to the Maine State Capitol Building was being a page.  Paging is when you deliver notes.  Here's how it works:  You it in front of a board.  If a button lights up you count how many rows up and across that seat is.  You trot to that seat and collect the note and see what number it has on it.  Finally you take that note and seek out the number on the seat and give it to the representative.  I think paging is cool because I was helping with an important meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic:  Field Trip to Maine State House  ~ revised 2/8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-4228881740277484661?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4228881740277484661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/maine-state-capitol-by-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/4228881740277484661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/4228881740277484661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/maine-state-capitol-by-mae.html' title='Maine State Capitol By Mae'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-789491321971487791</id><published>2010-02-09T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:42:05.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Field Trip to the State House By Emily H.</title><content type='html'>My favorite part of our field trip to the State House was paging, which was when students would deliver messages from one person to another.  As pages all of the Boxberry students delivered notes for the representatives of the house.  We sat by a board called a switch board with a bunch of buttons that had the numbers of the seats on them.  When a button lit up we traveled to that numbered chair by counting how many rows up and how many across.  We took the letter from that person and delivered it to the numbered seat written on the outside of the letter.  Paging was my favorite part because I liked delivering messages for such an important meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic:  Field Trip to Maine State House in Augusta  ~  revised 2/8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-789491321971487791?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/789491321971487791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-field-trip-to-state-house-by-emily.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/789491321971487791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/789491321971487791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-field-trip-to-state-house-by-emily.html' title='Our Field Trip to the State House By Emily H.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-4358234407381235974</id><published>2010-02-09T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:52:23.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine State Museum By Allie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S3F2m2eAToI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VCXqMXLAi3s/s1600-h/DSCN7688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S3F2m2eAToI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VCXqMXLAi3s/s200/DSCN7688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436256635041369730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of our field trip to the Maine State Museum was looking at the arrowheads.  Maine Indians used arrowheads to hunt animals to eat.  An arrowhead was also used for necklaces for the Indians.  The Indians mostly hunted  deer, moose, and fish.  A long time ago in Maine Indians used arrowheads in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic:  Augusta Field Trip  ~  revised 2/8/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-4358234407381235974?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/4358234407381235974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/maine-state-museum-by-allie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/4358234407381235974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/4358234407381235974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/maine-state-museum-by-allie.html' title='Maine State Museum By Allie'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S3F2m2eAToI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VCXqMXLAi3s/s72-c/DSCN7688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-868304313489782321</id><published>2010-02-09T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:44:38.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maine'/><title type='text'>A Job at the Zoo by Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S3FzZSeqnrI/AAAAAAAAABI/d5Q6njTi278/s1600-h/DSCN7678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S3FzZSeqnrI/AAAAAAAAABI/d5Q6njTi278/s320/DSCN7678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436253103507283634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a job at the zoo, I would work with puffins.  They have a striped beak that can hold eighteen fish in it.  They are about four inches tall and are all black except for a white stripe on their head and belly.  They have webbed feet and they like the cold and ice.  They originated in Canada, but the Atlantic Puffin lives in Maine.  Puffins like to eat mackerel, sardines, snails, and mussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic # 32  ~  revised 2/8/10  ~ Drawing by Simon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-868304313489782321?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/868304313489782321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/job-at-zoo-by-simon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/868304313489782321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/868304313489782321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/job-at-zoo-by-simon.html' title='A Job at the Zoo by Simon'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S3FzZSeqnrI/AAAAAAAAABI/d5Q6njTi278/s72-c/DSCN7678.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-9105963109496673020</id><published>2010-02-04T09:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:02:16.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capitol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Augusta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='representatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Building'/><title type='text'>Paging for the Representatives By Sophie L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S2ruLguaz2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Rfr38vRo2lk/s1600-h/sophfav..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S2ruLguaz2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Rfr38vRo2lk/s400/sophfav..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434417781906526050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of our field trip to the State House was paging.  The reason this was my favorite part is because I was able to deliver messages.  The way students page and know where to go is by looking at a switch board with buttons.  On the representatives' desks there is a button that they press when they have a message and their number shows up on the switch board.  A page looks at the number on the switch board and strides to that seat.  The way a page finds the seat is by counting how many rows up and how many seats in.  Next the page walks to that seat and gives them the message.  In the beginning a page may be nervous, but then it is FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic Writing:  Field Trip to Maine State Capitol Building (2/2/10)  ~  Revised 2/4/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-9105963109496673020?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/9105963109496673020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/paging-for-representatives-by-sophie-l.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/9105963109496673020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/9105963109496673020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/02/paging-for-representatives-by-sophie-l.html' title='Paging for the Representatives By Sophie L.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/S2ruLguaz2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Rfr38vRo2lk/s72-c/sophfav..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-42903720408645065</id><published>2010-01-29T11:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:55:49.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><title type='text'>Sunrise By Mae G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    A sunrise is beautiful.  Sometimes you can see a rainbow on the horizon.  If you're lucky the clouds will turn pink.  My favorite part is seeing the shadows on the mountains.  After the sun sets, the lights come out and light up the sky.  I also love sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic # 4  ~  revised on 1/20/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-42903720408645065?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/42903720408645065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunrise-by-mae-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/42903720408645065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/42903720408645065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunrise-by-mae-g.html' title='Sunrise By Mae G.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-8394148085889792849</id><published>2010-01-29T10:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:56:05.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Favorite Coat by Emily H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    When I was little I had a coat that was dark blue.  It was very warm.  Riley had a similar coat, but hers was lighter than mine.  My coat was a mother to me, warm and gentle, wrapping her arms around me.  The coat was warm and loving in a way.  I would wear it outside to play and also to and from school.  It was not too tight or too loose; it fit perfectly.  It was very comfortable and fit for a long time before I outgrew it.  It got dirty a lot because of how much I wore it.  It was my favorite coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic # 41 "Metaphors"  ~  revised on 1/27/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-8394148085889792849?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/8394148085889792849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/favorite-coat-by-emily-h.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/8394148085889792849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/8394148085889792849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/favorite-coat-by-emily-h.html' title='Favorite Coat by Emily H.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-1696931662857032650</id><published>2010-01-29T10:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:56:22.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trojans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Aegeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hercules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minotaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crete'/><title type='text'>Greek Mythological Character by Simon W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    I am a character in Greek mythology.  Hercules and I invented wrestling.  We did a lot of it.  Every year on my birthday my mother told me to try to lift the boulder that covered my father, King Aegeus' boots and sword.  After many years of practice I became very strong so I could lift the boulder.  The Cretans were in the habit of taking Trojans to feed to the Minotaur, but I went to Crete instead.  I killed the Minotaur.  Can you guess who I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic # 49  ~  revised 1/21/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-1696931662857032650?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1696931662857032650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/greek-mythological-character-by-simon-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/1696931662857032650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/1696931662857032650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/greek-mythological-character-by-simon-w.html' title='Greek Mythological Character by Simon W.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-7174605488307663789</id><published>2010-01-27T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:43:19.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon'/><title type='text'>Watermelons By Allie S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    My favorite food is watermelon.  Watermelons are my favorites because they are very juicy.  I love to eat them when it is hot outside.  I love the taste of watermelons because they are sweet like strawberries.  My mom and I both love to eat watermelons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic # 46  ~  revised 1/27/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-7174605488307663789?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7174605488307663789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/watermelons-by-allie-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/7174605488307663789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/7174605488307663789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/watermelons-by-allie-s.html' title='Watermelons By Allie S.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-1817936899428096096</id><published>2010-01-27T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:32:56.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helpful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>My Brother by Sophia L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    A person I greatly admire is my brother, Eliot.  He plays tag and hide and go seek when I'm bored.  He helps me with my homework if I need it.  He helps me look up words in the dictionary.  He is kind to me when I am tired.  He is funny and makes me laugh when I am not in a good mood.  I admire him because he plays with me and is helpful, kind, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic # 50 ~ revised 1/27/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-1817936899428096096?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1817936899428096096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-by-sophia-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/1817936899428096096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/1817936899428096096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brother-by-sophia-l.html' title='My Brother by Sophia L.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-7364660909111292222</id><published>2010-01-26T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:33:30.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teacher by Emily T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A person I greatly admire is my teacher, Jes.  She is good at teaching.  For instance when we were learning about Egypt, she made a really fun game to help us learn about life then.  She is good at helping you understand new ideas, especially in math.  An example would be when we were learning how to find the perimeter of a shape and I didn't understand, she explained that it was just counting the measurement around the outside of a figure.  She is also good at helping you fix mistakes, such as when you spell words incorrectly.  Jes has the ability to teach me in such a way that it makes me want to be a teacher even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Topic # 50  revised 1/26/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-7364660909111292222?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/7364660909111292222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/7364660909111292222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/7364660909111292222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-teacher.html' title='My Teacher by Emily T.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-201681502756599146</id><published>2010-01-26T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:34:13.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Tacos by Emily T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My favorite Mexican dinner would be a taco.  I like to put in lettuce, tomatoes, rice, a little chicken and salsa.  I will only put in mild salsa because the other temperatures are too hot.  I put all of these yummy ingredients in a soft shell because the hard ones hurt my mouth.  The drink I prefer with tacos is grape juice, but I will settle for milk.  Tacos are by far my favorite Mexican food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     Topic # 53  ~ revised on 1/26/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-201681502756599146?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/201681502756599146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-tacos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/201681502756599146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/201681502756599146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-tacos.html' title='Yummy Tacos by Emily T.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465536080414772984.post-1947606181496520201</id><published>2010-01-26T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:34:48.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Lessons by Sophia L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I enjoy playing the piano!  Playing piano is hard, but fun.  I like piano because I know I can play an instrument.  Sometimes playing piano can be frustrating when I don't play the right notes.  My favorite song to play is "Ode to Joy" by Beethoven because it is a hard song so it makes me happy when I play it right.  When I play songs without getting mixed up with the notes I feel very happy.  I hope to take piano lessons for many years to come so I become a very good piano player.&lt;br /&gt;Topic Writing # 51 ~ revised 1/26/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465536080414772984-1947606181496520201?l=boxberryschool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/feeds/1947606181496520201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/piano-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/1947606181496520201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465536080414772984/posts/default/1947606181496520201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boxberryschool.blogspot.com/2010/01/piano-lessons.html' title='Piano Lessons by Sophia L.'/><author><name>Boxberry School Students</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233813052527571769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RptdLbibMLE/SxbwWkzKdTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ou-UV7p_7dI/S220/DSCN7048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
