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		<title>WHERE IS MY DOG????</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:35:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day my mom told me to go to the park with my dog. My friend was in the park with her dog too. My dog was playing with her dog in the sand and when I look around, I saw that my dog was not there.  I looked all over the park and I could not...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/where-is-my-dog/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde">One day my mom told me to go to the park </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde">with my dog. My friend was in the park with he</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde">r dog too. My dog was playing with her dog in the sand and when I look around</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde">, I saw that my dog was not there.  I looked all over the park and I could not find her. I was crying because my dog was not there.  One old man came and told me that a dog was in the girls restroom. I went in the restroom and  my dog was there. I was so happy. I love my dog !!!! </span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde"> Enghie Palma</span></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>My Best Day Ever!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My best day ever was on Monday morning because my dad talked to me and said we are going to the wedding of my mom and him. We picked up my mom from work and she took a bath. Then we went to the wedding. My brother and I sat on the chairs. I asked my dad, where are...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/my-best-day-ever/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="color: #0000ff">My best day ever was on Monday morning because my dad talked to me and said we are going to the wedding of my mom and him. We picked up my mom from work and she took a bath. Then we went to the wedding. My brother and I sat on the chairs. I asked my dad, where are the rings? He said here they are. Then they married. They went to the car so they could go to the apartment. They slept all day on the bed because they were tired. The wedding was fun.<br />
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<p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="color: #0000ff">Gabriela Munoz</span></span></span></p>
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		<title>Birthday Liar</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:32:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was my mom and dad&#8217;s anniversary, I didn&#8217;t know what to give them, all I knew is they liked cake. I was trying to actually MAKE the cake but I couldn&#8217;t make it. I tried about 100 times! It still didn&#8217;t work out. The only good part about it, my big sister was there to...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/birthday-liar/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #cc99ff"><span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="color: #cc99ff"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">It was my mom and dad&#8217;s </span><span style="color: #800080"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">anniversary</span></span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">, I didn&#8217;t know what to give them, all I knew is they liked </span><span style="color: #ffcc99"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">cake</span></span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">. I was trying to actually </span><span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">MAKE</span></span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago"> the cake but </span><span style="color: #e11db6"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">I couldn&#8217;t make</span></span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago"> it. I tried about </span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago;color: #0000ff">100 times! <img src='http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago"> It still didn&#8217;t work out. The only good part about it, my big sister was there to</span><span style="color: #ff6600"> <span style="font-family: impact, chicago">help</span></span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago"> me. At the end we threw everything away. We decided that we should buy a </span><span style="color: #800000"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">chocolate </span></span><span style="color: #800000"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">cake</span></span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago"> or </span><span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">strawberry cake. </span><span style="color: #cc99ff"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">We told my little brother to call my parent&#8217;s, even though they were out to dinne</span><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">r. They said they liked </span><span style="color: #800000;font-family: impact, chicago">chocolate better. </span><span style="color: #cc99ff;font-family: impact, chicago">We went to go buy it at the store but when they got there we told them we baked it. </span><span style="color: #00ffff"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">(I had the price tag stuck to my belly so that my parents wouldn&#8217;t see it.) <img src='http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: x-large"><span style="color: #cc99ff"><span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="color: #cc99ff"><span style="color: #ff0000"><span style="color: #cc99ff"><span style="color: #00ffff"><span style="color: #99ccff"><span style="font-family: impact, chicago">Daniela Arevalo</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>My Favorite Ice Cream</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:28:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One hot afternoon I was playing outside. It was so hot. I started to perspire. Then I saw an ice cream tuck. I asked my mom could I have some money to buy some ice cream. She said yes so I bought a cherry popsicle. It was so cold and delicious. My friends bought some ice...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/my-fravite-ice-cream/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="font-family: andale mono,times">One hot afternoon I was playing outside. It was so hot. I started to perspire. Then I saw an ice cream tuck. I asked my mom could I have some money to buy some ice cream. She said yes so I bought a cherry popsicle. It was so cold and delicious. My friends bought some ice cream too. That was my first ice cream ever.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="font-family: andale mono,times">Kierra King</span></span></span></p>
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		<title>My Favorite Dog</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:28:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My favorite dog would be a husky. To begin with, I think huskies are very interesting because they are black and white, also they can run really fast. Huskies are as soft as a pillow. They are so comfortable. Next, you can take them for a walk and if someone comes near you, they will guard...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/my-favorite-dog/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #0000ff">My favorite dog would be a husky. To begin with, I think huskies are very interesting because they are black and white, also they can run really fast. Huskies are as soft as a pillow. They are so comfortable. Next, you can take them for a walk and if someone comes near you, they will guard you and protect you. Also, you can name them any name you want. You might named them some type of snow name because they sort of look like snow dogs. Then, you can teach them tricks like sit, stay or lay. Those are the reasons why I like huskies.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left"><span style="color: #0000ff">Daisha Greene</span></p>
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		<title>My Peanut Butter Jelly Sandwich</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:27:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This story is about me wanting a peanut butter and jelly sandwich after school so I asked my older sister but she refused to make me one so I decide to make me one and it tasted delicious. &#8220;Finally&#8221;, I came home from school and I was very hungry so I dashed up stairs to where my sister was doing...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/my-paenut-butter-jelly-sandwich/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #888888"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde"><span style="color: #ff0000"><span>This story</span> is about me wanting a peanut butter and jelly sandwich after school so I asked my older sister but she refused to make me one so I decide to make me one and it tasted delicious.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde"><span style="color: #ff0000">&#8220;Finally&#8221;, I came home from school and I was very hungry so I dashed up stairs to where my sister was doing her home work. I demanded a <span>peanut butter</span> and jelly sandwich but she refused and told me to eat some cereal instead . So I decided that I would make my own. I kind of remember how my mom use to make them. First get all the ingredients you need and set them in a clean napkin.Then grab two slices of bread, get a knife with peanut butter and spread it on the slice of bread. Then get a spoon and spread some jelly on the two pieces of bread. Next get a knife and cut the sandwich into two pieces . Finally I got a glass and poured some homemade lemonade. I got a napkin. Then I headed to the dining room and called my sister to come and taste it . &#8220;Wow, this is amazing&#8221; you have to show me the recipe. .&#8221;OK&#8221; I <span>replied</span>. We sat down and gobbled it all up.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde"><span style="color: #ff0000"> Evelyn Quezada</span></span></span></p>
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		<title>Snow, Snow, Snowy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:27:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Come Julissa,come my grandma requested.&#8221; &#8220;What is it grandma?I questioned.&#8221; &#8220;Come to the living room window and see for yourself.&#8221; I didn&#8217;t  wanted to stop making my favorite chocolate chip cookie. My grandma Zoila baked with me every Saturday morning while my mom worked for a few hours. Out of respect for my beloved grandmother,...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/forte/snow-snow-snowy/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff"> </span> <span style="color: #3366ff">&#8220;Come Julissa,come my grandma requested.&#8221; &#8220;What is it grandma?I questioned.&#8221;</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #3366ff"> &#8220;Come to the living room window and see for yourself.&#8221; </span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"> <span style="color: #ff00ff">I didn&#8217;t  wanted to stop making my favorite chocolate chip cookie. My grandma Zoila baked with me every </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff"> Saturday morning while my mom worked for a few hours. </span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff"> <span style="color: #3366ff">Out of respect for my beloved grandmother, I went into the living room window  to see  what she wanted.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="color: #3366ff"> All she did was point to the window. I playfully marched over to the window</span>.</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff"> &#8220;It was snowing, it was snowing! I could hardly believe my own eyes! Snow, Snow, Snowy!</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #ff00ff"><span style="color: #3366ff">Story written by Jul</span><span style="color: #3366ff">issa Bermudez</span></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>All Boys Class</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 15:01:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vaughn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Being in an all boy class is not working out. Boys in 5th grade are always getting on my last nerve and always trying to fight. I think the school needs to change some things. Every time the kids fight, they need to get suspended. Adrian Mapp]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-size: large">Being in an all boy class is not working out. Boys in 5th grade are always getting on my last nerve and always trying to fight. I think the school needs to change some things. Every time the kids fight, they need to get suspended.</span><span style="font-size: large"> </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large"><span style="color: #000000"> Adrian Mapp</span></span></p>
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		<title>My Field Trip to Hilton of America</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 14:39:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vaughn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I went to a field trip where my dad work&#8217;s and I saw him. I  went to rehearse and we had to eat a whole bunch. We had to eat the same food over and over again. I had a stomach ache. It was a horrible.  I gained 5 pounds!!! Brandon Sierra]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde"><span style="color: #0000ff"><em>I went to a field trip where my dad work&#8217;s and I saw him. I  went to rehearse and we had to eat a whole bunch. We had to eat the same food over and over again. I had a stomach ache. It was a horrible.  I gained 5 pounds!!!</em></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium"><span style="font-family: verdana,geneva"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde"><span style="color: #0000ff"><em>Brandon Sierra</em></span></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>Mrs. Rebullida, the Greatest Teacher I Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 15:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rebullida</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Mrs. Rebullida, You are the greatest teacher I&#8217;ve ever known. You are nice to all the other students even if they don&#8217;t notice. I like being your student because you help me understand the work you give us by explaining it to us. I also like it when you plan a small party just...<a href="http://kidblog.org/teamtinsley/rebullida/mrsrebullida-the-greatest-teacher-i-know/">&#187;</a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: large">Dear Mrs. Rebullida,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large">You are the greatest teacher I&#8217;ve ever known. You are nice to all the other students even if they don&#8217;t notice. I like being your student because you help me understand the work you give us by explaining it to us. I also like it when you plan a small party just for fun. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large">From your student,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large">Cindy .E. Navarro</span></p>
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