<?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-8001310203779049873</id><updated>2011-08-08T05:02:42.924-07:00</updated><category term='Humanities'/><category term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>jocelyn's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-298974849571959536</id><published>2010-06-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:29:30.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>This I belive Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project Description: The assignment was to write a 400 to 500 word essay about something you believe. We are also creating a black and white silhouette images of our side profiles. Once we are finished with both the writing piece and the profile image, they will both be displayed together in a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Process- First we had top write 30 things we believe in, they didn't have to be serious. After this brainstorm we had to start doing the essay. I had my peers review my first personal essay and my second draft Charlotte has to go over it and finally I will be able to write my final essay. We still need to take a picture and put it on the frame along with the personal essay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflection- I learned that not everybody will agree with your beliefs, but it's important to express your beliefs. I also learned other peoples beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenge I have encounter was writing my essay since it had to be 400-500 words. I think that when you are writing a personal experience and expressing what you feel it's hard to have a specific amount of words that you can write in your essay. People tend to write more on personal essays since there is a lot of sensory detail to include in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could make changes in this project maybe it would be to re-do my 30 things I believe list just because I think I didn't put a lot of time and effort into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that it could help me spend less time while doing the project if I try my best on brainstorming it so at the end I have more time to work my product and it won't be as hard because everything will be organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artifact: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483594826470538850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/TBmkcPvyPmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/914uEwzvBO0/s320/Jun16_0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-298974849571959536?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/298974849571959536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-i-belive-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/298974849571959536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/298974849571959536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-i-belive-reflection.html' title='This I belive Reflection'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/TBmkcPvyPmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/914uEwzvBO0/s72-c/Jun16_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-3544953379529474802</id><published>2010-06-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:26:20.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>REM DP Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/TBmjzWrN8WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U0BqgdbiYwg/s1600/2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483594123955794274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/TBmjzWrN8WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U0BqgdbiYwg/s320/2nd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Project Description- The assignment for this project was optional we could choose to do various things. I chose to do the illustrator because I thought that it was cool to just draw something that represents a chapter of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"My Ishmael" &lt;/span&gt;or about the whole book. We also had to include an artists statement along with the drawing. We had to write a description of the piece of art and what each picture represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process- I had to do two-three drafts for both the drawing and the artist statement to get the final product. I had my work reviewed by Charlotte and my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection- I learned that you could many activities with a book, that you don't just have read it. You could make it fun and do many activities to have a better understanding of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the drawing was pretty challenging because I wanted to get the perfect drawing, but at the end I think the final came out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would do everything the same because I had different people give me good feedback on my project and I tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it can help me realized that even when they review it three times whoever reviews it again can still find an error and it is important to review your paper before turning in the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artifact:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483586006557406274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/TBmca3AoNEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jPXUpesh6dU/s320/ishmael.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-3544953379529474802?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3544953379529474802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/rem-dp-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3544953379529474802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3544953379529474802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/06/rem-dp-reflection.html' title='REM DP Reflection'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/TBmjzWrN8WI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U0BqgdbiYwg/s72-c/2nd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-3696796263282317877</id><published>2010-05-20T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:22:16.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>Evelyn Glennie: Shows How to Listen</title><content type='html'>What will you remember about her performance?&lt;br /&gt;I think that I would remember the emotion and passion she has for her music. Even though she was deaf she really knew what she was doing and all the cool sounds she made on the marimba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe what it felt like listening to her play. What factors helped create this moment? You can describe any of the times that she played on either instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy listening to the her playing because she would have various sounds some were relaxing and some were not. It inspired me because she was deaf but she still focused on what she like and did not give up like other deaf people would. I really like when she used the drums too because she wasn't only playing with the drum sticks but with her hands, jewelry etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What elements of her performance influenced what the audience heard?&lt;br /&gt;I think it is how much emotion she put into the performance. I thought it was surprising that she was deaf because she didn't seem like she was. Until she said that she had been like that since she was 12 years old. She basically just had to be able to feel the music she played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she mean by, "Each person experiences music in their own way"?&lt;br /&gt;I think she meant that people can be blind, deaf, or even have nothing and they all have their own way to feel, hear, and play music. Not everybody likes to hear the same music because it really depends on their personality if they are more outgoing like to party then they might like hip-pop or just songs that you can dance to. If people are more calm and like top relax then they might listen to oldies, r&amp;amp;b etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-3696796263282317877?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3696796263282317877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/evelyn-glennie-shows-how-to-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3696796263282317877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3696796263282317877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/evelyn-glennie-shows-how-to-listen.html' title='Evelyn Glennie: Shows How to Listen'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-6260900172417437609</id><published>2010-05-11T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:59:30.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>Sustainability Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S-n4MABEEjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QxncKXMprgs/s1600/May09_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470176107464757810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S-n4MABEEjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QxncKXMprgs/s320/May09_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I visited a farmers market on Sunday March 9 and interviewed a worker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name and our role here at the (farmers market, CSA, community garden?&lt;br /&gt;My name is Tera Simpson and I run part of this farmers market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do you choose to shop/garden/support this CSA?&lt;br /&gt;Well actually is really good for the environment for us to sell organic products, and also to support the CSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When did you first start coming here?&lt;br /&gt;I started coming to a farmers market probably like 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you garden at home? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I can do right now is not much since I don't have much space to garden a lot of stuff. So the only things I do plant are herbs and avocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would be your advice to get others to do what you do?&lt;br /&gt;As a worker at a farmers market I think the food that we sell here is very healthy food. I think they might want shop here for healthier food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLOG ASSIGNMENT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What struck you about the location you visited? Was it what you expected or very different?&lt;br /&gt;What struck me the most is that there were different shops about very different types of foods. I expect it there to be more shops about organic food but there was only about 4 and the rest had jewelery and snacks of food and flower shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which items were cheaper than you expected? Which were more expensive?&lt;br /&gt;Well i saw different types of foods but the little fruits were expensive. Only if you wanted extra things on your fruit they would increase the prize. The vegetables were more expensive especially if you wanted the dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think you will start going to a farmers market more often? Or using a community garden? Or supporting a CSA?&lt;br /&gt;Well i can't really say I'll start going because my mom is the one that buys the groceries and see usually bus the food from the supermarkets, but I am going to start encouraging her to shop at a farmers market. I think I will support the CSA its very important because its all about being healthy and eating right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do these locations fit into our essential questions of "Why Don't People Live More Sustainably?" and "How Can I Convince them to do So?"&lt;br /&gt;Well people might not live more sustainably because maybe they can't afford to buy expensive food. We all know organic food is expensive, but it is important to eat healthy so we can have a healthy life. We can convince them to do so by giving more information on how it can be healthy for their kids and also their whole family. If more and more people buy organic food instead of junk food then companies would start making organic food and might decrease the prize of it to make money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-6260900172417437609?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6260900172417437609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/sustainability-visit.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6260900172417437609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6260900172417437609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/sustainability-visit.html' title='Sustainability Visit'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S-n4MABEEjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QxncKXMprgs/s72-c/May09_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-4938081162725726180</id><published>2010-05-06T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:20:27.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>The Seniors Garden :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S-M_yFQG1_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IybWMVuvuzQ/s1600/Butchart-Gardens-Sunken-Garden-01%2520(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468284502193657842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S-M_yFQG1_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IybWMVuvuzQ/s320/Butchart-Gardens-Sunken-Garden-01%2520(1).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;1. Will you make a garden now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If had my own house and the space to do my own garden, then I think I will. I think it's really cool how you can plant your own food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What strucked you about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that really strucked me was how they all had different types of vegetables planted in only 7 months. They planted in October and now have a lot of plants and flowers as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Would you like to continue the seniors work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it will be great to keep planting more plants and vegetables. We could make the garden big and make it the HTHMA garden. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-4938081162725726180?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4938081162725726180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/seniors-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/4938081162725726180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/4938081162725726180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/seniors-garden.html' title='The Seniors Garden :)'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S-M_yFQG1_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IybWMVuvuzQ/s72-c/Butchart-Gardens-Sunken-Garden-01%2520(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-3036802453436842924</id><published>2010-04-24T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:38:20.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking This Ideas Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S9PHHqnnUzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ontWa1191ZA/s1600/06_food_inc__blu-ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463929707443999538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S9PHHqnnUzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ontWa1191ZA/s320/06_food_inc__blu-ray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that struck me the most was in &lt;a href="http://www.foodincmovie.com/"&gt;Food inc.&lt;/a&gt; when they mentioned how all the meat wasn't natural because they would put different kinds of things on it before putting it on the market. I disagree with the concepts of how our food is being produce now because it isn't natural and it's no healthy. In the real world this makes people become obese because of all the fast food places. This can lead to death if continuing to eat fast food. I shared this story with my mom and she was very surprise to see where all our food comes from and what they put on it. She said she didn't want us to be unhealthy and that she was going to make changes on the food she buys. In order for our family to have a healthier life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-3036802453436842924?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3036802453436842924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-this-ideas-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3036802453436842924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3036802453436842924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/talking-this-ideas-out.html' title='Talking This Ideas Out'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S9PHHqnnUzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ontWa1191ZA/s72-c/06_food_inc__blu-ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-6203610255560371891</id><published>2010-04-19T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:56:52.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S8z7bx69FlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WEzdFWQUbQQ/s1600/graduation-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462016902769219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S8z7bx69FlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WEzdFWQUbQQ/s320/graduation-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;"When the youngsters of your culture graduate from school, (unless their families continue to take care of them) they must immediately find someone to give them money to buy the things they need in order to survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Response: &lt;/strong&gt;I really like what this quote is trying to tell the reader because I think it's saying how life really works. How everybody should be independent and work hard because if you don't have your parents with you and you're still not independent then your basically screwed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has to have a job in order to survive and have food and a roof to sleep in. Parents aren't always going to be around and it's important for people to learn how to live on their own. In my opinion parents should teach their children to be independent since their childhood so it wont be as hard when they grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-6203610255560371891?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6203610255560371891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-daze-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6203610255560371891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6203610255560371891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-daze-2.html' title='School Daze 2'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S8z7bx69FlI/AAAAAAAAAEA/WEzdFWQUbQQ/s72-c/graduation-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-5140105831038250025</id><published>2010-02-04T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:09:07.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>From Hell To Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3L9Km7gfFI/AAAAAAAAADY/LU914Rg9Yvg/s1600-h/emma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436686058880269394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3L9Km7gfFI/AAAAAAAAADY/LU914Rg9Yvg/s320/emma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id=":iq" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://students.hthma.hightechhigh.org/~iguirant/crmichel.pdf"&gt;link to zine :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Pass me the bottle that’s on the table Emma!” Carmen screamed, while she was laying on the kitchen floor completely drunk. My mom had long black straight hair and big black eyes, but my hair was short and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have big black eyes like her, mine were dark brown just like my dads. She was wearing a black skirt and a pink blouse. Her whole life she has been thin and tall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Mommy stop drinking,” I told her with a soft voice. “Leave me alone, and pass me the bottle that’s on the table. You know I hate repeating myself Emma!” I tried convincing her to get up but a bunch of mean words came at me and that’s all I got. I walked to the room, the whole house was always so dark because of those dark green curtains my mom put up in the living room. Green was her favorite color and she said she loved the way the curtains looked. But I hated them. She should have put pink ones so the house would look lighter, like a princess house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laid down on the small bed as I hugged my bear really close to my chest. He was brown and really soft and I loved hugging him. His hugs always comforted me. Crissy was the only one who always listened to me without screaming at me or telling me mean things. I named him Crissy because Christopher was my dad's name and he bought me that teddy bear on my sixth birthday. I remember the three of us celebrating my birthday at the house. They bought me a small cake with a lot of strawberries around the edges of it. Strawberries have always been my favorite fruit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I am going out, start cleaning the mess that’s on the table!” I heard the door slam as I opened my eyes from my memories. I took a deep breath with water constantly coming out of my eyes. I walked to the kitchen and threw away millions of bottles that were on the table in the trash. Then I started washing the dishes, I stood on a little stool so I could reach. There &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t a lot of them to wash, but If I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t wash them, mommy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t either. After I was done washing the dishes, I got the trash and took it outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The streets looked very dark and lonely. The moon was big and bright, but there was something that caught my eyes, a big bright star. I always thought that the bigger star was my dad taking care of me. After a while, I had finally finished cleaning, and I was really exhausted. I still wanted to play with my Barbies, at least to stop thinking where she could be or when she was going to be back. I sat on the bed playing with the Barbie’s hair. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have a lot of them, I only had three and a baby barbie. Although I did have a lot of Barbie dresses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always dreamed of having different types of dresses and of different colors just like the ones my Barbies had. After a while, I went to sleep wishing that maybe someday this would all be over and that wherever she was, daddy was taking good care of her. “Get up! Move Emma!” I opened my eyes. It was my mommy with some old guy. He was wearing a black shirt with some jeans. His hair was black and he had a mole on top of his lip. He looked as hairy as King Kong. “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Didn&lt;/span&gt;’t you hear your mother,Move!,” they both laughed and I got up and I ran to the kitchen with Crissy in my hand, confused about who that guy could be. We lived in a one bedroom apartment, so I could hear everything that was happening in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sitting on the kitchen floor. The kitchen had a fresh smell because I had clean it earlier. All I kept doing was asking myself questions. Why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t this be over? Why did my dad die? Everything was so good until that day. Everything turned into hell for me after his death. Mommy cried and cried for days. Now all she does is drink to hide her pain. I missed my daddy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much. If only daddy and mommy had not gotten into that fight, maybe daddy would have driven more carefully and not had that car accident only because of his anger. As my small body was rocking back and forward on the kitchen floor I was covering my ears with my hands and Crissy was laying next to me. My eyes were squeezed together. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to open them because I was frightened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of the sudden, I felt a cold hand go down my spine and aggressively pulled my body up and turned it around. I opened my eyes and saw the man who came home with my mommy and who made me and Crissy get out of the room.“Let me go, Let me go!” I said desperately. “Mommy help me!” I screamed while he held my hands so tight that I felt like if my blood had stopped. Everything seemed like a nightmare. He had a vicious look. His eyes were huge, all he was doing was staring at my small body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I struggled to get out of his arms and I screamed for help but my mom was so drunk she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even hear me. He covered my mouth with one of his big hands while the other was around my waist. He touched my body all over and I felt so weak, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t even move. I felt a knot in my throat and time passed by so slowly. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know what I could do to get away from him. My only hope was for Carmen to wake up and help her daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He got distracted because he heard a noise coming from the room as he turned to look to see what it was. I took that chance to run towards the door, I crawled desperately then got up and started running as fast as a could. But I guess it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t fast enough for grownups because he grabbed me with his big hands and told me, “Where the hell do you think your going?!” He pulled my pink with white flowers shirt and hit me in my right eye. I felt it so swollen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I closed my eyes and wished my mommy would someday realize that drinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to bring daddy back to life and that she should of taken more care of me. I wanted her to defend me and take the man away from me. I wanted to feel that she actually loved me just like before. I wanted to hear three words coming out of her mouth. “I love you.” Those are the only words I was dying to hear. As I was thinking of all those things I suddenly saw the mans hands push my chest so hard that it felt like if a tornado had made my whole body fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell back and hit my head on the corner of the glass table, which went right through my head. Now I was finally going to be with daddy, but I was still sad because even though mommy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t take care of me, I loved her with all my heart but one day daddy and me would see her in heaven. After that whole accident mommy had finally realized that alcohol &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to help her in anything it actually was hurting her. My daddy and I were watching her and taking good care of her all the way up in heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She finally went to rehab and looked for help. I am so proud of her even though I did wish we had a better life together, but I am really happy she’s progressed and hopefully she takes good care of my little brother. He is not going to have a father, but I am sure mom is going to love him more than anything in this world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-5140105831038250025?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5140105831038250025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-hell-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5140105831038250025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5140105831038250025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-hell-to-heaven.html' title='From Hell To Heaven'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3L9Km7gfFI/AAAAAAAAADY/LU914Rg9Yvg/s72-c/emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-5743084287612749510</id><published>2010-01-13T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:01:17.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>Space and Aviation-On Thin Ice</title><content type='html'>This small article is basically talking about a satellite designed to take the most sensitive measurements yet of sea ice and glaciers. It falls under the field of Space and Aviation. The big deal about this topic is that it would help scientist make better computer models to predict polar temperatures, ocean circulation and, perhaps most important for those of us on the rest of the planet, rising sea levels. I care about this developments because it's going to help the environment. I think that in 2010 scientist are going to find out more stuff like this that could help out on things. In 2005 the rocket failed to separate and brought the original CryoSat satellite crashing into the Arctic Ocean. That was the obstacle they had, but scientist came up with new ideas for it to be a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-5743084287612749510?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5743084287612749510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/space-and-aviation-on-thin-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5743084287612749510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5743084287612749510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/space-and-aviation-on-thin-ice.html' title='Space and Aviation-On Thin Ice'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-9203475015717110647</id><published>2010-01-13T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:21:20.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>Entertaintment-TV on the Go</title><content type='html'>This article was about that in this year there were new inventions like that now we will be able to watch TV not only in TV screens but in to cellphones, net books and other mobile devices. This article falls under the field of Entertainment. The big deal about this topic is that It costs broadcasters less than a penny a minute to provide the service, compared with the $4-per-minute price that cellular carriers pay, and this new service, called Mobile Digital TV, allows any wireless device equipped with a tuner chip to receive signals directly from transmission towers. We should care about it because now we could have access to TV in a lot of different items not just in a TV screen. The things that are going to happen this year is that we are going to be able to watch TV basically anywhere we want. I think that an obstacle is that people might start watching TV while driving and that could cause an accident. Or maybe it could cost a lot of money and not a lot of people are going to buy the product.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-9203475015717110647?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9203475015717110647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/entertaintment-tv-on-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/9203475015717110647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/9203475015717110647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/entertaintment-tv-on-go.html' title='Entertaintment-TV on the Go'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-4442590482206466984</id><published>2010-01-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:03:14.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>Time Travelers Research Paper</title><content type='html'>What is civilization? Why is it so important? Civilization is an advanced state of human society in which a high level of culture; science industry, and government has been reached. It is important to know about civilizations because it was part of our history. Ancient civilizations arose all over the world. Civilizations began in America long before Europeans thought they did. Government is important to civilizations because if the government is not strong everything can fall. Even though people don’t know much about the Indus Valley, this essay explains why the Indus Valley was a failure because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have an army or big government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the earliest evidences of human civilization in India is found in ancient Indus valley civilization. The Indus valley cities were one of the first cities that came into existence and formed the basis of civilization. Ancient civilization arose all over the world. Civilizations began in America long before Europeans thought they did. The earliest traces of civilization in the Indian subcontinent are to be found in places close to the Indus River. The Indus Valley people domesticated animals, and harvested various crops such as cotton, peas, and barley. The Indus Valley people 5,000 years ago a nomadic people crossed the Himalayas and made their way into northwest India from Sumeria, now know as Iran. Once there, they settled near modern day Karachi, a rich land, where they found ample water, fodder, and fuel supply as well as clay fro making bricks. engaged in extensive trading. This information helps readers know about the background of the Indus valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Indus civilization had many strengths that made their valley more beneficial. One of the strengths they had was merchants trading. Cotton, lumber, grain, livestock, and other food stuffs were probably the major commodities of internal trade. The Aryans which were nomadic herders who left their homeland in steppes of southern Russia around 1800 B.C. and migrated southwestward. The Aryans began to settle in tribal villages. Their houses were made from bamboo and clay. Gradually, they spread as far as the Ganges Valley and started to plow the land and grow wheat and rice as well as keep animals. In my opinion I think this were great examples of strengths they had because they did good things like farming and not hunting which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Indus valley had strengths it also had weaknesses. The Indus valley people were not that big on schooling. Every Hindu village had a schoolmaster that would teach the boy children from the age of 5 through 8 years old. To them, discipline was the essence of schooling. Yet a Guru which is a teacher, would live with his student until the student was twenty, until the student was required to do chores for the Guru. All the subjects were of religious nature. Schooling has to do with government, because in school they learned a lot about religion, and religion was a big part of government. I think they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have a strong government which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t good because other civilizations could’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; attack them or take over their lands.&lt;br /&gt;The civilization I chose to compare with mine is Minoans. They were located in the Greek Bronze Age. They traded with other nations. They had to gender inequality. They treated the man and woman the same. One similarity we had was that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have an army which made our civilizations a failure because they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have nothing to protect themselves with. I think it was important to compare the Indus valley with another civilization to see different things each civilization does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indus valley people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hurt our society. I know this because in ancient India there were huge granaries where people could get their grain everyday. Their city had a grid pattern that many cities have. People in ancient India also knew what was expected of them for work each day. Farmers knew a lot about how to grow grain, metal workers what people needed. These people farmed, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t hunters. From my point of view I don’t think they hurt our society.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this essay was about the Indus valley history and government. Even though there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t much to say about the government because it is still a mystery, I am sure it was a big thing for the Indus valley people. They had lots of strengths and weaknesses but had similar things with other civilizations. History should be very important to people because it helps us learn of all the things that were going on in the ancient world and learn about our ancestors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-4442590482206466984?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4442590482206466984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-research-paper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/4442590482206466984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/4442590482206466984'/><link 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423770185751747874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S0UaP2EWXSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4hIdSYU0StA/s320/goals+2nd+semester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Goal- Ask questions when I don't understand something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step- Participate more in class and ask my peers for help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Goal- Use more of sensory detail in my writing and be more creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step- When we get time to write in our wex add sensory detail to my writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third Goal- To have an A or B at the end of the semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step- Turn in all my work on time and do every assignment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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for Humanities'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S0UaP2EWXSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4hIdSYU0StA/s72-c/goals+2nd+semester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-8834550382232325026</id><published>2010-01-06T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:35:01.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>Semester Academic Goals for Mysics</title><content type='html'>First Goal- I want to stay with an A or B for this whole semester. &lt;br /&gt;Step-Do my work and turn it in on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Goal-Participate more in class.&lt;br /&gt;Step- Ask questions when I need help to my peers or teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Goal-Review my science and math notes to prepare for test/quizzes. &lt;br /&gt;Step-Read trough my brain book at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-8834550382232325026?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8834550382232325026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/semester-academic-goals-for-mysics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/8834550382232325026'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Project Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pillar is a thing we had to draw and also do a research about it according to which pillar we chose. My pillar was the Indus Valley's Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to first look up a picture in the computer that I liked the most and that represented our Pillar. Then had to sketch it out on a paper according to the measurements. Finally I painted my Pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you learn? I learned about the pictures that represented each civilization and what it symbolized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What challenges did you encounter? The hardest part was choosing a picture because there was a lot that were really good and that symbolized different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do the same or different? I would've put more time on my final product because at the end a lot of people had awesome drawings and I felt like I should of putted more effort on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will this help you later? It could me in the future by being a better drawer and actually finding out what each picture means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S0TYl8tJ6rI/AAAAAAAAADI/bYM6ARn6NtE/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423697997723200178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S0TYl8tJ6rI/AAAAAAAAADI/bYM6ARn6NtE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-5846195704305352189?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5846195704305352189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-pillar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5846195704305352189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5846195704305352189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-pillar.html' title='Time Travelers Pillar'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S0TYl8tJ6rI/AAAAAAAAADI/bYM6ARn6NtE/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-3123456239176552378</id><published>2010-01-05T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:05:25.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>Time Travelers Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Project Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project was about choosing a civilization and building a boat or trebuchet based on what would help it. Besides doing all that we also needed to write an essay and search information about the pillar we got. There was four of them they were Government, Art &amp;amp; Architecture, religion,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look up information about the Indus Valleys Government and make that into a 7 paragraph essay. We had to set up our essay in the TEA format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you learn? I learned a lot about The Indus Valley and other civilizations because of everything we did and also in the exhibition when we got a chance to go around and ask our peers questions about their civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What challenges did you encounter? The hardest part of this whole project would have to be writing the essay, because it wasn't a five paragraph as i was used to writing. It was a 7 paragraph essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do the same or different?&lt;br /&gt;I would try putting more effort into my essay because I wasn't convince that i tried my hardest on it and that's what got me an OK grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will this help you later?&lt;br /&gt;I think this could help me later on a job or in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-research-paper.html"&gt;Research Paper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-3123456239176552378?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3123456239176552378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3123456239176552378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3123456239176552378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-essay.html' title='Time Travelers Essay'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-995319988056240791</id><published>2009-11-09T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:35:35.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>1.A hero becomes a hero by helping people and always being there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Project Description- What was the Hero in My Eyes project?&lt;br /&gt;The hero in my eyes project was that we had to pick someone who we consider our hero. Then write an essay about why we consider them our hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Process- What steps did you take to get to the final product? &lt;br /&gt;We had to do drafts and got together with our peers, so they can edit them. Then type the final one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Reflection- What did you learn? What challenges did you encounter? What would you do the same or different? How will this help you later?&lt;br /&gt;I learned that a hero isn't always someone who has powers. It can be anyone who does something for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge was doing the Hero CS, I didn't really get how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i would've done differently would be to probably add more detail to my final draft to make it more descriptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would help me improve on my draft and also to improve my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I used wonder because i asked myself those questions based on my hero essay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvjDLgOVQDI/AAAAAAAAADA/74V9KhpK04I/s1600-h/SDC15275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvjDLgOVQDI/AAAAAAAAADA/74V9KhpK04I/s320/SDC15275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402282355426934834" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-995319988056240791?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/995319988056240791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/995319988056240791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/995319988056240791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvjDLgOVQDI/AAAAAAAAADA/74V9KhpK04I/s72-c/SDC15275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-5029643371450438882</id><published>2009-11-05T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:29:31.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>She Made Me Who I Am Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvNDr2ICk1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qy2PmiPhtZ4/s1600-h/blacknwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvNDr2ICk1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qy2PmiPhtZ4/s320/blacknwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400734798690030418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Careful!” Tania said. As she took away the lighter and told me, “That’s something you don’t play with.” I always wanted to have her black hair and her big black eyes. She has always been thin. Her big smile looked just like my mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;           “Do you want me to pass you ingredients?” I asked, the sun shining through the windows and the birds on top of the houses. She was making me a chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;          “Pass me the milk and pay close attention on how you make it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Tania let me help her make the cake because my mom wasn’t home to do it. My mom was working, in fact she always was. I barely saw her when she got back from work for at least an hour, but that was at night. She worked everyday of the week. I wished I could spend more time with her, but she had to work. She had black curly hair and light brown eyes. She wasn’t skinny but either fat. She is just perfect to me. I wanted to tell her all the exciting things that happened at school, but I couldn’t, I had to tell my sister. She is only two years older than me. She acted like she was grown up. She has always been there for me. When I needed help in my homework, she was there. When I cried because I didn’t like the food she made that day, she was there making me something else so I would shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I still loved my mom; I had to understand that if she could, she would be there doing all the things my sister was doing for me, but she couldn’t, she had to work for us. I loved them both the same. I couldn’t ask for anything else, I had everything. Two moms, that always helped me in everything. My sister made me who I am today. As soon as we were done making cake, we sat down and poured some milk in our cups, and started eating. It tasted like sweet chocolate milk. It was really warm and sugary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I could see all the lights of the houses outside of the window. The air coming through the window gave my body chills. “Did you do anything exciting at your school today?” she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;          “Not really, the only exciting about today was this.” “I learned how to make chocolate cake, now I could make you one on your birthday.” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;          She laughed, “Well I’m glad you liked the cake, but now is time for you to go to bed.” She took me to my room and said, “Go to sleep ok? I have to go do my homework.”&lt;br /&gt;          “Ok, good night Thank you for everything.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          She smiled and walked towards the computer to start on her homework. My sister was my everything. She taught me a lot of things. To me she had everything a hero has. It might not be powers like in the movies, she just had something special. To me she was my hero. I couldn’t be more proud of her. As I laid down staring into the ceiling I couldn't stop thinking about today. It was such an exciting day for me, she taught me something new. I was thrill to go to school and tell my friends what I had learned. My eyes half closed as everything started blurring out. I wanted to dream about making my sister the biggest chocolate cake on her birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-5029643371450438882?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5029643371450438882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-made-me-who-i-am-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5029643371450438882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5029643371450438882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-made-me-who-i-am-today.html' title='She Made Me Who I Am Today'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvNDr2ICk1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qy2PmiPhtZ4/s72-c/blacknwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-5300686766799019588</id><published>2009-11-05T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:36:31.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>The Origin of Zero</title><content type='html'>I thought the articles were very interesting. I looked at the number zero as any other number. Both of the articles both talked about the cultures of zero. The exact origin of zero has not been yet pinpointed. In one of the articles a man named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fabonacci&lt;/span&gt; was said to have brought zero back from north Africa. It's still a mystery of who found zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, I think it was more than one person who invented zero. I think the articles had really deep details about the number zero's expedition all over the world, and it included labeled maps to help you understand even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed reading both of this articles because i found really cool facts and background about zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-5300686766799019588?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5300686766799019588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/origin-of-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5300686766799019588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5300686766799019588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/origin-of-zero.html' title='The Origin of Zero'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-5042473369245205954</id><published>2009-11-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:26:47.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>The Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvDy14olEHI/AAAAAAAAACg/VJZdJnv9yQQ/s1600-h/love+bench.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400082960766799986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvDy14olEHI/AAAAAAAAACg/VJZdJnv9yQQ/s320/love+bench.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards were he was sitting. Her blonde straight hair swinging side to side as she was walking. &lt;strong&gt;Her green eyes were as green as the grass.&lt;/strong&gt; She was wearing a black skirt with baby blue stripes on it. Angela was also wearing a white tank top. &lt;strong&gt;Her arms were an earthquake. Angela thought about how time never waits for anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to finally talked to the guy she has always had a crush on. &lt;strong&gt;She had being waiting centuries for this moment to come.&lt;/strong&gt; She sat next to him in a bench that was at the bottom of a tree and said, “I always see you around and you’re always sitting here alone.” “My name is Angela by the way.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Hey my is Mario I always sit here because I love to just chill.” “I like you’re name, I see around too you seem like a really cool girl.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angela giggled, “Thank you you’re really cute and you seem like a really nice guy.” They talked for at least 20 minutes and all that was going through Angela’s head was how bad she wanted a date with him. When all of the sudden he asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’ll love to,” she replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Great, well here’s my number call me.” He grabbed her hand and gave her a piece of paper with his number on it. Angela was thrilled, she couldn't wait for dinner. She went back to class and told her friend the whole story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-5042473369245205954?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5042473369245205954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5042473369245205954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/5042473369245205954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-day.html' title='The Special Day'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SvDy14olEHI/AAAAAAAAACg/VJZdJnv9yQQ/s72-c/love+bench.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-3705063669218395660</id><published>2009-10-06T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:23:30.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>Humanities- vignette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsvISap1TpI/AAAAAAAAACA/9ffxPG5740Y/s1600-h/AB18703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsvISap1TpI/AAAAAAAAACA/9ffxPG5740Y/s320/AB18703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389621597796912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     At One Point in My Life&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 117pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I was only 4 years old when I felt my life had changed. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, they do. I don’t remember much, but from what I do remember, was when she told me she would always have me in her heart, and that she would come back soon. My mom walked out the door with her suitcase and tears on her face. While me and my sister who was only 6 years old, stared at her wondering why? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;It hurt me to see my sister cry. I remember her telling me, “I am scared, I want mommy to come back.” She had always been sensitive, even though she was the oldest one it seem like I was. I don’t really like to cry and be weak. My mom was a strong woman. I always wanted to be like her. She is like a beautiful rose. I saw all this as a big scary rollercoaster. I was scared because I had never been alone. My mom had always been there for me when I needed her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Tears kept running down my face. As my sister held me tight I started thinking why my mom left. While she was hugging me I thought about the night I saw my mom arguing with my dad. He had black hair and black eyes. He wasn’t short nor tall. To me he was the best, until that night. They were talking about how there wasn’t enough money and I remember my dad getting mad. I couldn’t stand being around him. I hated him for all the things he did to my mom. He screamed at her like if my mom was his worst enemy. The fight sounded like if a million people were screaming at me all at once. He told her, “ I can’t be with you guys anymore!” I heard my mom crying. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;I heard my grandma talking to me, but I wasn’t paying attention to her. She told me, “Jocelyn everything is going to be ok, you have to be strong baby.” I stopped thinking what I had seen that night and went back to reality. I didn’t know when my mom was going to come back. It felt like part of my heart had left with reasons that I didn’t even understand. My grandma’s hands were comforting me as she explained where my mom went, but it made sense. She talked about how my mom and dad fought all the time, and how there love came to an end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;It felt like an eternity since she had left. It had only been hours since she walked out the door. I was feeling something that couldn’t be explained. I tried to be as strong as I could. Hoping time would pass by fast. All I could do is just pray. Every night I prayed and told God, “Please help my mom get money fast, so she would be back soon.” I wished all this was just a nightmare, but it wasn’t. I realized all my mom was doing was for us. Everything happens for a reason. By her leaving made me grow up even faster. I saw the reality of life. It opened my eyes, and even though I was only four years old I saw how hard life could be.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9.35pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-3705063669218395660?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3705063669218395660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/humanities-vignette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3705063669218395660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/3705063669218395660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/humanities-vignette.html' title='Humanities- vignette'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsvISap1TpI/AAAAAAAAACA/9ffxPG5740Y/s72-c/AB18703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-4204024921230037259</id><published>2009-10-05T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:22:50.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>Humanities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://margaretnoble.net/blog/reversible-jacket/"&gt;This is my link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsuXYt67LmI/AAAAAAAAABw/OswxIFlEVf4/s1600-h/525858704_dbf0a9f9eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389567829978328674" style="width: 278px; height: 294px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsuXYt67LmI/AAAAAAAAABw/OswxIFlEVf4/s320/525858704_dbf0a9f9eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sound is a really creepy sound. It gave me chills all over my body. To me it sounded like if you were lost in the woods and a really scary man wanted to do something really bad to you. I heard like about two girls crying in the back. It seemed like if they wanted to run away from him, but they couldn't because they were in the middle of nowhere. There hearts beating as fast as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheetah&lt;/span&gt; running fast. Desperate for someone to help them. The guy seemed like if he had mentally problems. It seemed like if he wanted to kiss someone. He was breathing as if someone was choking him. I felt like i wanted to go to the place they were in and help them from that petrifying men. The sound fills you up with strength. Whoever listens to this sound gets strength, that even the weakest person would want to go and help those little girls. Them crying and knowing they are in trouble makes you feel something inside. You feel strong and would like to be there to help them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-4204024921230037259?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4204024921230037259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/humanities_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/4204024921230037259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/4204024921230037259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/humanities_05.html' title='Humanities'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsuXYt67LmI/AAAAAAAAABw/OswxIFlEVf4/s72-c/525858704_dbf0a9f9eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-6757795846135742803</id><published>2009-10-01T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:22:10.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>The Locker Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsYp-5T8B2I/AAAAAAAAABo/d_GXAVFYP7c/s1600-h/ERGRAPH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsYp-5T8B2I/AAAAAAAAABo/d_GXAVFYP7c/s320/ERGRAPH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388040164708452194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution to this problem is 31 lockers remain open. The lockers that stayed open are 1,4,9,16,25,36,49,64,81 and so on. We know because these are perfect squares. There is a pattern that goes from an odd number to an even one. Each locker gets changed twice for each set of factors. The perfect squares are the only numbers that have an odd number of factors. If a locker is touched an odd number of times, it will be open. This depends on how many students touched it . A locker touched an even number of times, it will be left closed. Therefore, only the lockers with an odd number of factors will be left open leaving the perfect squares. Perfect squares have a number of factors because factors come in pairs and the square root of a perfect square is only one factor. This graph shown below gives an idea of the pattern of the problem and how we got the solution. It gives you and idea of how the pattern works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-6757795846135742803?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6757795846135742803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/locker-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6757795846135742803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6757795846135742803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/10/locker-problem.html' title='The Locker Problem'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SsYp-5T8B2I/AAAAAAAAABo/d_GXAVFYP7c/s72-c/ERGRAPH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-1342102957040085189</id><published>2009-09-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:21:29.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>S.L.O.B Character - What I Did This Weekend</title><content type='html'>I woke up it was a really sunny day. It was Saturday I had to wake up early so I can help August make honey. In the kitchen was May and Rosaleen making breakfast for everyone. June was the last one to wake up. I had a really bad dream. I dreamt with T-ray coming all the way over here and taking me away. I wanted to tell August the truth, but i was to scared of what her reaction would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be too soon to tell her. I guess it's going to take time until i do. Being here made me feel so much better. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with them. I would hate going back with the mean monster T-ray. Rosaleen has been acting weird. I feel like she's not the same anymore. Last night we got into an argument about my mom. She told me to forget about it, that she was dead. I felt so much anger against her. Something that I have never felt for her, but I wanted that feeling to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, August told me to sit down with her outside for a while. I didn't know if probably this would be a good time to tell her what is really going on. I couldn't do it. I wasn't ready, I just hoped that when i do tell her. She could put herself in my place and try to help me out. The day past by fast, after working hard making honey. I went to bed and asked Mary to help me tell August the truth soon. I fell asleep ready for another day of honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bees%20on%20flowers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q315/a_bees_buzz/bees-flowers.png" alt="bees flowers Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-1342102957040085189?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1342102957040085189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/slob-character-what-i-did-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/1342102957040085189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/1342102957040085189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/slob-character-what-i-did-this-weekend.html' title='S.L.O.B Character - What I Did This Weekend'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-1401226544086136603</id><published>2009-09-09T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:19:53.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>Order of Operations!</title><content type='html'>1.(7+2)-4^2+3=10&lt;br /&gt;2.(5+3)/2+6=10&lt;br /&gt;3.10/2+8-2=11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-1401226544086136603?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1401226544086136603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-of-operations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/1401226544086136603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/1401226544086136603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/order-of-operations.html' title='Order of Operations!'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-6188444181334209995</id><published>2009-09-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:18:25.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanities'/><title type='text'>Favorite fictional hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s856.photobucket.com/albums/ab125/joshy3_29/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spiderman2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i856.photobucket.com/albums/ab125/joshy3_29/spiderman2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite fictional hero would have to be Spider Man.I think he has really cool powers and he liked helping people.Spider Man is a character that got bitten by a spider and got spider senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie Spider Man 3, because he had a bad spirit which lasted for a while.&lt;br /&gt;He felt more powerful, but he finally realized that it made him weaker so he overcomes the bad spirit and becomes good again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hero is special, because it relates to everyone. At one point in life we make mistakes and think its good for us, but we end up realizing it wasn't. Just like Spider Man realize the bad spirit he had was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-6188444181334209995?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6188444181334209995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-fictional-hereo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6188444181334209995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/6188444181334209995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-fictional-hereo.html' title='Favorite fictional hero'/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-8620953269281793910</id><published>2009-09-05T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:50:41.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s856.photobucket.com/albums/ab125/joshy3_29/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SDC17257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i856.photobucket.com/albums/ab125/joshy3_29/SDC17257.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8001310203779049873-8620953269281793910?l=jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8620953269281793910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/8620953269281793910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001310203779049873/posts/default/8620953269281793910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynrocksyoursocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>itsjocelyn:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00160788346408658994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/S3MaGDQeUVI/AAAAAAAAADg/McqJfXWTDlw/S220/joshy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001310203779049873.post-4049153007855186148</id><published>2009-09-04T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:38:44.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysics'/><title type='text'>What is Math? What is Physics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SszBTzs7XuI/AAAAAAAAACI/5WBgLnntiW4/s1600-h/bd05092_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SszBTzs7XuI/AAAAAAAAACI/5WBgLnntiW4/s320/bd05092_.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389895400095964898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SszDf9ShdqI/AAAAAAAAACY/dKuklC4afak/s1600-h/physics+image+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ad-uQv8LsUg/SszDf9ShdqI/AAAAAAAAACY/dKuklC4afak/s320/physics+image+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897807851255458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jacevedo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/jacevedo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me math is like a big roller coaster. It could be fun, but at the same time its kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;Math is full of work. You need to be really patient. It can be really stressful sometimes, but it will help you. People need to know math because you need it everywhere you go. Everyone sees Math different it actually depends on their own experience they've had. Some people like Math some people don't. I'm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;not a big fan of it,but i need to learn Math because it's gonna help me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics to me is just basically the scientific study of matter and energy, and how they interact with each other. Physics forms the basis of present and future technology. It's just related to electricity,mass,force etc.. Its how everything around us is working. I don't know much about physics, but i look foward on doing that this year. 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