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Olivia's Blog: Olivia's Reading Response
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011. In my book The Last Song. 8221; Do you want me to bring you a beer? 8220;I don’t drink.”. Because it makes people act stupid, she could have said but she didn’t. Another important observation is that even her dad is wondering if she will change by the end of the summer, or if she will have the same attitude she did when she first arrived then to when she is going to leave. I think this because in the book Steve says:. He did not know". March 16, 2011 at 6:12 PM. This is very wel...
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Olivia's Blog: May 2011
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Thursday, May 19, 2011. The mind drifts off in a never ending spiral. Barbie are suddenly alive, and taking over the world! Being in a bath tub is like being in a. But when the barbies are put into a big black bag and taken away by the mean, disgusting, smelly truck and the. Bath tub is suddenly just a. The next thing you know you have a 5 page essay due tomorrow about Native Americans and their life style. All you have is "The Native Americans." and your name on a blank page. Where did the barbies go?
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Olivia's Blog: March 2011
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011. In my book The Last Song. 8221; Do you want me to bring you a beer? 8220;I don’t drink.”. Because it makes people act stupid, she could have said but she didn’t. Another important observation is that even her dad is wondering if she will change by the end of the summer, or if she will have the same attitude she did when she first arrived then to when she is going to leave. I think this because in the book Steve says:. He did not know". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Olivia's Blog: Prompts!
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Thursday, May 19, 2011. The mind drifts off in a never ending spiral. Barbie are suddenly alive, and taking over the world! Being in a bath tub is like being in a. But when the barbies are put into a big black bag and taken away by the mean, disgusting, smelly truck and the. Bath tub is suddenly just a. The next thing you know you have a 5 page essay due tomorrow about Native Americans and their life style. All you have is "The Native Americans." and your name on a blank page. Where did the barbies go?
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It's Time to Blog: Final Draft of Reading Response
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It's Time to Blog. Wednesday, March 30, 2011. Final Draft of Reading Response. When reading the book The Lovely Bones, just from the first page you can feel the suspense come in as the beginning sentences state, “My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6. 1973” I like how the author structured this because she just came right out with the point, instead of the reader having to wait for what the topic of the book was. Guinea Pig Virtual Pet.
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It's Time to Blog: April 2011
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It's Time to Blog. Tuesday, April 26, 2011. Reading Response: The Lovely Bones. When reading the book The Lovely Bones, just from the first page you can feel the suspense come in as the beginning sentences state, “My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6. 1973” I like how the author structured this because she just came right out with the point, instead of the reader having to wait for what the topic of the book was. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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It's Time to Blog: June 2011
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It's Time to Blog. Wednesday, June 8, 2011. Final Reading Response to Speak. She didn't give a n answer, she didn't know. Next thing she knew they were on the ground, and she was trying to say no, but her tounge was thick with beer, so nothing came out. Next thing she knew wham! Everyone was mad, someone even slapped her, but she crawled out of the room, and walked home where her mom and dad weren't. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Guinea Pig Virtual Pet. There was an error in this gadget. A Million and One.
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It's Time to Blog: September 2010
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It's Time to Blog. Wednesday, September 29, 2010. The other animals at the barn did not like Templeton because Templeton was a rat. Rat’s have many characteristics like sneaky, intimidating, dirty, and greedy, but those are not the only reasons why they did not like him. Here is a quote from the book on why the rest of the barn animals do not like him:. 8220;The rat had no morals, no conscience, no scruples, no. Consideration, no decency, no milk of rodent kindness,. Page 91, 98, and 57. It's Time to Blog.
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It's Time to Blog: Final Reading Response to Speak
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It's Time to Blog. Wednesday, June 8, 2011. Final Reading Response to Speak. She didn't give a n answer, she didn't know. Next thing she knew they were on the ground, and she was trying to say no, but her tounge was thick with beer, so nothing came out. Next thing she knew wham! Everyone was mad, someone even slapped her, but she crawled out of the room, and walked home where her mom and dad weren't. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Guinea Pig Virtual Pet. There was an error in this gadget.
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It's Time to Blog: January 2011
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It's Time to Blog. Wednesday, January 26, 2011. Response to 'My Papa's Waltz'. The whiskey on your breath. Could make a small boy dizzy;. But I hung on like death:. Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans. Slid from the kitchen shelf;. Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist. Was battered on one knuckle;. At every step you missed. My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head. With a palm caked hard by dirt,. Then waltzed me off to bed. Still clinging to your shirt.
