<?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-5632166465547262163</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:28:46.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>andrew'sthoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632166465547262163.post-1031948960712061941</id><published>2010-05-05T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:46:29.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>health science</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;the circulatory system is considered a transport system because the blood carries important materials throughout your body. some carry wastes out of your body. the respiratory system is considered one because it gives blood cells oxygen which they need and it also gets rid of rid of carbon dioxide a.k.a. a waste gas.the digestive is considered it because it sends the food down to the stomach to be digested and takes out the nutrients. excretory is the same thing because it takes out wastes and then allows them to leave the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-1031948960712061941?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/1031948960712061941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/05/health-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/1031948960712061941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/1031948960712061941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/05/health-science.html' title='health science'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-146221790137229600</id><published>2010-04-05T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:27:14.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that it would really help me after taking the TAKS  because I would understand math,reading and science better. Once the TAKS test is over I will do better in all the subjects and not only that but everyone in the whole wide school would do better and you wouldn't have to worry about a huge test at the end of the year which isn't really that scary.  So you think about what you will do and how you will do better after the TAKS test. The TAKS test is pretty much an express way to college. So try your best and work hard and you will be able to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-146221790137229600?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/146221790137229600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/146221790137229600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/146221790137229600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-quest.html' title='future quest'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-1680078025261847828</id><published>2010-04-01T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:24:50.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our math song!</title><content type='html'>our song was about factor trees and how to use them. first we made our song and then we wrote our lyrics then we told our teacher and  he sent us outside with a micro phone to block out noise. We sat down in our chairs and we re corded our song then we were done. at first I was kind of nervous but then I saw how much fun it was and loved it. you know it is really not that bad to sing in front of people but I'm stage fright so its kind of scary. but if you just be yourself then it is not that scary well gotta go bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-1680078025261847828?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/1680078025261847828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-math-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/1680078025261847828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/1680078025261847828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-math-song.html' title='our math song!'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-2366261023700677562</id><published>2010-03-31T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:34:07.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>factor tree song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" id="mp3playerdarksmallv3" align="middle" height="25" width="210"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://imaginebeingbetter.podbean.com/mf/play/art5x/andrewandjuliunssongtolearn.mp3&amp;amp;autoStart=no"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.podbean.com/podcast-audio-video-blog-player/mp3playerdarksmallv3.swf?audioPath=http://imaginebeingbetter.podbean.com/mf/play/art5x/andrewandjuliunssongtolearn.mp3&amp;amp;autoStart=no" quality="high" name="mp3playerdarksmallv3" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="25" width="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="border-bottom: medium none; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-left: 41px; color: rgb(45, 162, 116); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.podbean.com/"&gt;Powered by Podbean.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-2366261023700677562?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/2366261023700677562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/03/powered-by-podbean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/2366261023700677562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/2366261023700677562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/03/powered-by-podbean.html' title='factor tree song'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-8879817036730490824</id><published>2010-03-29T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:19:33.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>over the weekend I went to my grandma's  house. First I packed up all my stuff and after school she picked me up. on the way there we traded in one of my old games for a new one. I picked out the new soul silver version Pokemon game. It has a little poke ball that you can put your Pokemon in and take them anywhere. the next two days I pretty much just hungout and came back to school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-8879817036730490824?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/8879817036730490824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/8879817036730490824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/8879817036730490824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-4609828207363087006</id><published>2010-03-22T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:50:18.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over spring break I was really getting  used to no school and now that we are back I just wanna get the Taks test over with. Some people think that the Taks test is scary but its just another test and its not as hard as ya think. If you really think about it's not scary at all. To me it is just a test and like I said it isn't scary and you don't have be scared so just relax and everything will be fine. The importance of Taks is that if you don't pass a certain one of them you fail so just listen to your teachers and you'll pass. I would think that teachers take the Taks most seriously ...because...well.. they talk about it most and help you with it. On a confidence level of 1 to 10 I would say my level is a nine because at first I feel a little nervous but soon after I'm not anymore. Once I take over I will probably...hmm...well...probably make the test a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-4609828207363087006?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/4609828207363087006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/4609828207363087006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/4609828207363087006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-3335464891024360778</id><published>2010-02-22T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:26:03.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I did over  the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on Saturday me and my mom met up with my friend Hunter. We ate at a place called country burger. When we got there the whole place was empty so we had to eat alone in a big place with one big TV. afterwards we went over to my place and played at least until 11:00. Hunter spent the night over and when we  woke up on Sunday we had cereal and afterwards we played a bunch of video games on my PlayStation. When hunter left I decided to play my video game by myself until I turned it off. Then I watched TV until bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-3335464891024360778?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/3335464891024360778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-did-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/3335464891024360778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/3335464891024360778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-did-over-weekend.html' title='what I did over  the weekend'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-7816305462760513202</id><published>2010-02-17T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:10:13.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents Day 1860 Presidential Election</title><content type='html'>1rst person-African-American farmer from Massachusetts. I think that people should vote for Abe lincon because he would help get rid of slavery. Some people think slavery is good but it is bad. People have the right to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd person-white abolitionist. go Abe Lincoln. I think that everyone should vote for him. Some people think that slavery is an easy way to live but it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd person-senator. Don't vote for Abe Lincoln he is not a good guy,but a bad one. He's trying to trick you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-7816305462760513202?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/7816305462760513202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/7816305462760513202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/7816305462760513202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-1860-presidential.html' title='Presidents Day 1860 Presidential Election'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-2458256723788602275</id><published>2010-01-13T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:37:16.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/S03ZxkkEYOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4-DIEkERqCU/s1600-h/blog+picture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/S03ZxkkEYOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4-DIEkERqCU/s320/blog+picture.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426232571703091426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-2458256723788602275?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/2458256723788602275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/01/filenetworkserversthom-stu-xsvr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/2458256723788602275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/2458256723788602275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2010/01/filenetworkserversthom-stu-xsvr.html' title=''/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/S03ZxkkEYOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4-DIEkERqCU/s72-c/blog+picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632166465547262163.post-6686362615832732121</id><published>2009-12-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:31:39.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW WHAT A REVOLUTION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DEAR FAMILY, The war is over and I'm coming home! I'm so excited to see how much things have changed but I have to help rebuild some cities and then I'll buy my own farm and I'll buy my own land and start a plantation. I'm gonna celebrate Independence day with a celebration with you but  first I'll help you rebuild  your home. I cant help but feel bad for all the soldiers who died in the war even if some were British soldiers. I was almost killed several times but managed to escape with my life. Jeremy's finally 9 years old and I cant wait to see him. I'll visit you after I rebuild cities and then I'll be on my own until INDEPENDENCE DAY than I'll visit you. The land won in the french and Indian war will be opened up to colonists and than people will be able to move there. Well gotta go BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-6686362615832732121?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/6686362615832732121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-what-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/6686362615832732121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/6686362615832732121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-what-revolution.html' title='WOW WHAT A REVOLUTION!'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-1853541117582597946</id><published>2009-10-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:19:48.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dream makers are people who encourage you,respect you,and most important of all they help you become a better you. Dream breakers are people who do bad things and influence you to also do bad things. They don't respect teachers,parents,school or anything related to school. I think of myself as a dream maker. I respect other people,encourage them,and help them become a better them. I'm not afraid to express what I  think/feel. Some people judge by whats on the outside instead of the inside. The inside is what matters and as I always say never judge a book by its cover! Once last year when we were putting on a choir symphony for the school in music class and Mrs.Benson was encouraging us telling us that we could do it and it made us confident. We put on the symphony and it went great and we felt pretty good. Now to make someone who is a dream breaker a dream maker you have to be nice to them and show them how good it feels to be nice. If that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work then show them how bad it feels to get your dream broken and that should work. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I've got to say so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-1853541117582597946?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/1853541117582597946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-are-people-who-encourage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/1853541117582597946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/1853541117582597946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-makers-are-people-who-encourage.html' title=''/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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-5632166465547262163.post-4380835738636474200</id><published>2009-10-27T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:32:04.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro Andrew and the freeze ray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/SueqNr7Zy5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/PzFj_-8emXw/s1600-h/astro+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;Astro Andrew is a robot boy who lives in Metro City. Doctor Botnik created him because he always wanted a son of his own. One day while Astro Andrew was taking a walk a bunch of ninjas suddenly swooped down from a tree, and shot him with a freeze ray. Then a man with white hair, a lab coat, and gloves walked towards him. He said, "We meet again Astro Andrew!". That man was his arch nemesis, Maniac Brainiac. He said that he was planning to freeze the earth and cause another ice age. His plan was spoiled when Astro Andrew broke free, rose into the air and shot plasma balls at him. The plasma balls flew out of Astro Andrew's hands and just missed hitting Maniac Brainiac. Then Maniac Brainiac released his ninjas and sent them after Astro Andrew. Maniac Brainiac started to run away. Then Astro Andrew quickly took out the ninjas. He shot their nun chucks out of their hands. Then they tried to attack him with their fists but Astro Andrew was too quick for them. He fly over their hands and came around behind them and kicked them in the butts. They quickly fell to the ground and passed out. Astro Andrew then flew as fast as he could after his arch Nemesis. Astro Andrew used his xray vision and found him hiding behind a brick wall. Then Astro Andrew used his super strength to brake through the wall and grabbed Maniac Braniac. Soon after that the police arrived to take Maniac Brainiac to jail. While Maniac Brainiac was in jail all he could think about was how Astro Andrew always defeated him no matter what he did. He soon paid some people in jail to be his Hench men and began to build another machine that would also destroy the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Astro Andrew helped put Maniac Brainiac behinds bars again he went home and told his Dad about his amazing adventure with the freeze ray and Maniac Brainiac. His Dad thought it was so amazing and told the Mayor of Metro City what Astro Andrew had done. The Mayor decided to give Astro Andrew the Gold honor society medal. Astro Andrew felt more proud of himself than he ever had before, and the city was safe...yet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-4380835738636474200?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/4380835738636474200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/10/astro-andrew-and-freeze-ray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/4380835738636474200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/4380835738636474200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/10/astro-andrew-and-freeze-ray.html' title='Astro Andrew and the freeze ray!'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5632166465547262163.post-955325887388275906</id><published>2009-10-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:37:15.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Fair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/SsqfNYE6JvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yNYTGyVcCA4/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389294956252374770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/SsqfNYE6JvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yNYTGyVcCA4/s320/scan0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Cowboys &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Stadium&lt;/span&gt; for a tour with my family, except for my Mom, she had to work. It was a really long ride but we got there! When we went inside we had to go to the bathroom. Once we were done we went into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; shop. Once inside we saw a line for the tours, the line was really long! We got in line and discovered that there was only one out of eight cash registers working. It was a while before our turn, but when it was our turn it didn't take too long. The cashier lady told us to go behind the gate in line; we were the first! Soon more people started getting in line and then it got a little crowded. Finally a man came up and asked us if we were ready. We all said yes together, then he opened up the gates. We walked to the stairs and started going up. Once we got all the way up he told us to go through a door that lead to the rest of the Cowboy Stadium. We stepped out side and he lead us to this big open space. A lady with a camera took our pictures one by one to buy after the tour. Then we went down half way and sat down in some seats. The tour guide told us some cool facts about the stadium like, with the roof closed the Cowboys Stadium could fit the Statue of Liberty in it! He also told us that the giant screen in the middle of the stadium costs about 42 million dollars, and weighed over a million pounds!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! Then he lead us to the suites which you could rent for parties. The had bathrooms, tables, and snacks. Next he took us to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;press room&lt;/span&gt; where the press could watch the game and tell people about it. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;press room&lt;/span&gt; had a few phones for them to use. Then we left the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;press room&lt;/span&gt; and went by some more suites. One of the suites had a big glowing crystal ball in it and it was bright. Then we went straight to the front office and he told us some more facts about a room with a big screen to watch the game. I was in the back and couldn't really hear well. I didn't get to hear everything he said. Then he allowed us to go to the big windows and take pictures. I zoomed in with my camera and could see Six Flags and the Rangers Stadium next to it. They both looked really small from where I was. Next up, we went to the Diet Dr Pepper bar where you could sit and watch the game. He told us to go to the railing and said if we all say "GO COWBOYS" and get an echo we could all go see the locker rooms. He counted; one, two, three, and we yelled GO COWBOYS! I listened and heard a echo. He was impressed and let us see the locker room! Once there I tried to look for Tony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Romo's&lt;/span&gt; locker and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; found it. My Grandma took a picture of me and my Great-Grandpa in front of Tony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Romo's&lt;/span&gt; locker. Then he said that the Cowboys locker room was a lot better than the visitors locker room. That was because the Dallas Cowboys locker room had a play station and a flat screen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;. Soon he said the time was up and it was time to go. I couldn't believe how fast one hour flew by. We we got in the car I was about ready for a nap. As I fell asleep we drove into the sunset and headed home. It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5632166465547262163-955325887388275906?l=smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/feeds/955325887388275906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-i-spent-my-fair-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/955325887388275906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5632166465547262163/posts/default/955325887388275906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smittieskidsrock023.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-i-spent-my-fair-day.html' title='How I Spent My Fair Day'/><author><name>drivinglikethewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01727583679913050112</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFRBRZpvO7E/SsqfNYE6JvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yNYTGyVcCA4/s72-c/scan0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
