<?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-112560078010050417</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:02.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lord of the flies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-1462668948557463615</id><published>2009-05-31T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:34:36.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 7 (scout)</title><content type='html'>Jem is a real sissy now, he wont even let me smash a rollie pollie. If i'm supposed to be acting more like a girl, how come its Jem who's acting like the girl now. Jem and i went with Atticus, to Helen's house, to tell her about Tom. She didnt take it well. Right as we told her she fell straight to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as i was walking to school, i was day dreamin bout Boo. I said hi to him, and he said hi back... We were having fun on the swings, although my dream was very short, it makes me want to meet him that much more. That day in class Mrs. Gates gave us this speech on Hitler, and boy could i tell she did not like this man. She said how he killed everyone and how he was a bad man. But whenever we asked why the government didnt stop him, she told us he was the government. I dont understand how only one person can be a government but apperently he can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the week i wanted to talk to Jem about the trial. He told me he never wanted to talk about that trial ever again, and stormed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to my school play, all dressed up in my ham costume, when Cecil, jumped in front of me and scared me. Once we got to my play i was exhausted from playing all of those games. So i fell asleep, and completly missed my que to go on stage, but for some odd reason i just walked on stage, a little after i was supposed to. After the play i was too imbarresed to show my face, i waited to leave, then, once we started to leave, somebody honked at me and asked if we wanted a ride. Jem said no and we walked on. A while after, i heard something, and then i felt someones stomach, and after i could figure out what happend, Jem and i were at the house. Jem wasnt talking, so i got really scared. I asked dad if he was dead, but he made me wait for a doctor. Mr Heck Tate was at our door, and he was accompanied by a country man i never met before. Atticus got a chair for Mr Tate, but not for the other man, I wondered why, but i was too scared to care about it. &lt;br /&gt;After a while the doctor left, and Mr Tate said that Mr Ewell was dead, and had a knife in his stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-1462668948557463615?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1462668948557463615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=1462668948557463615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/1462668948557463615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/1462668948557463615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1462668948557463615' title='tkam 7 (scout)'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-5226241972716234621</id><published>2009-05-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:47:59.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 6 (atticus)</title><content type='html'>He's not trying to hurt you he's just asking questions. Thats what the judge told Mayella, when i repeated a question. Although i'm sure some people thought i was being irrelevant, I kept asking her easy questions, i was trying to be as subtle as i could. I asked how did she get did she see Mr Robinson often, did she scream or holler, or call for her siblings to help her. She was very hessitant to answer but for both she just said yes, and that the children were not home. Then i asked did she see the man rape her and she was as silent. I then said that i though Bob Ewell raped her, but no answer. This went on for a while till she started to cry and we went for a 10 minute break. I wonder how could Tom hurt the girl with his left hand if his left hand was useless. So i figured the man must have been a lefty, as Mr Ewell is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom admitted he passes the Ewells house a lot, and usually helps Mayella with her chores, but never hit her. In fact just the opposite he said, he said that she jumped on him and kissed him and said "i never kissed a man, now kiss me nigger"!&lt;br /&gt;Tom then went on to say that he saw Mr Ewell and Bob called Mayelle a whore, and thretend to kill Tom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-5226241972716234621?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5226241972716234621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=5226241972716234621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/5226241972716234621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/5226241972716234621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5226241972716234621' title='tkam 6 (atticus)'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-348627715182927445</id><published>2009-05-17T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:56:16.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 5 (DILL)</title><content type='html'>God i hate my parents, they never pay attention to me! I have enough money to take the train to a place near Maycomb, then i had to walk the rest to actually get to Maycomb. It was deffinitly worth it so that i could visit Scout and Jem.The worst part about it was that i had to hide under Scouts bed, I saw scout look at me, but i dont think she saw meIt was very nice of Scout to get me some bread, I was very exausted once i got there. After i ate i went into Jems bed to go to sleep.  I couldnt think, i was to excited to be with scout for the first time in a while, so i went to her bed and started talking things over.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria and Atticus have been arguing for the longest time over if Atticus really should be defending Tom Johnson. She thinks it is ruining the family name. Late that night, Scout, Jem and I all sneak out and Atticus to town. We saw him reading the paper, in front of the jail. Jem said we shouldn't desturb him, and we should just go home. Right as we are about to leave a bunch of cars came and a bunch of people came out of those cars. They yelled at Atticus to move but he refused. Scout then jumps out and yells for her dad we all followed her. Atticus orders us to go home, but Jem refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men that we have 15 seconds to leave. Scout see's Mr Cunninham, and tells him to say hi to walter for her. He says he will say hi to walter for her. Atticus then takes us home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-348627715182927445?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/348627715182927445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=348627715182927445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/348627715182927445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/348627715182927445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#348627715182927445' title='tkam 5 (DILL)'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-7018537538959781949</id><published>2009-05-14T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:36:16.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 4 (CAL)</title><content type='html'>Mr Finch left today and left me in charge. The day came to be Sunday, and I was taking the children to my special black church. So i had to make sure they were super clean. I told Scout to bathe twice as hard as usual. When we got to my church we walked up to Luna. She starts yelling at me, asking why i had to bring two white kids into a black church. She says they got there own church they dont need to visit ours. I pushed the kids to their seats so they were not in a peril condition. A while later Mister Jem asked me why their were no Hymm books. I told him we didn't need them, once again he asked why, so i told him to watch. So Reverend Sykes welcomes Scout and Jem by saying that everyone in the church knows their father.  I din't get to see my eldest son go up to the front, because Scout was asking me a question, but she was so inaudible i didn't answer her. Zeebo started to sing, and then the conragation repeated him. Then i told Jem that was why we didn't have Hymms, and that only about for of our members could read. Before the service was over, Reverend Sykes locked the door, because he needed more donations for Helen, Tom Robinson's wife. So both me and scout put more money in. When we got back home, Jem and Scout asked me why I was talking "nigger talk" when i was at church even though i knew better English. I just told them that it was so i could fit in better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-7018537538959781949?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7018537538959781949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=7018537538959781949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/7018537538959781949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/7018537538959781949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7018537538959781949' title='tkam 4 (CAL)'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-6259846133785792997</id><published>2009-05-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:25:22.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 3 (francis)</title><content type='html'>I just finished opening presents and i got exactly what i wanted, CLOTHES! Scout was very fanatical when i told her i wanted to get clothes for Christmas. Later in the night i told Scout all about Dill's real life and how he is a "nigger lover". Apparently, she disagreed with me, so we debated it for a while, and my guess is that she won the debate, because after, she beat me up. I cried to Uncle Jack, and told him what happened, so he spanked cousin Scout. I saw Grandma yell at Scout for not acting like her own gender, she says she needs to be more ingenuous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-6259846133785792997?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6259846133785792997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=6259846133785792997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6259846133785792997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6259846133785792997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6259846133785792997' title='tkam 3 (francis)'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-4410032232897974626</id><published>2009-05-10T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:04:17.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 2 scout</title><content type='html'>I hate this new way of learning, the "dewy decimal system" it's so annoying, flash cards in your face, personally, i dont think it helps, I think that our class would unanimously vote against the dewy decimal system. All day as i waited for school to end, i knew in the back of my head, Dill was coming back. That meant more games, more fun, but best of all NO SCHOOL! We started a new game, called the Radley's where we each acted out as a family member. Unfortunatly, my character was not need very often, so i didnt play very much. One day, Atticus caught us playing so we had to stop, but of course Jem, being evasive, found a loop whole around the whole thing. Later Dill asked me to marry him, i said no cause im too young, but i wasnt sure if he was sincere or not? Since i was not apart of the game very often, i had played a lot with Miss Maudie Atkinson. She changes the way she acts a lot, one day she will bake me the best cake i ever did lay my eyes on, then she'll plant a tree in her back yard. One day we were talkin bout Boo, but she made me call him Aurthur, i dont know why though. Later on we wanted to put a note on the Radlys door to torment Boo, i told them that Atticus would catch us, but they doubted me. Of course i was right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-4410032232897974626?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4410032232897974626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=4410032232897974626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/4410032232897974626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/4410032232897974626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#4410032232897974626' title='tkam 2 scout'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-2474153001715820051</id><published>2009-05-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:58:07.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tkam 1</title><content type='html'>Character: Ms. Caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the very first day of teaching career a first grade class at my new school. I am trying to teach the children a knew way of learning, hopefully soon it will be taught by the whole school. So, right away i try to teach class by teaching the class how to read and write, but of course their is always that one naughty girl who had to have had her dad teach her how to do this previously, because their is no way that this child could read stock reports better then i could. Her name was Jean Louise Finch, she had tried to explain to me that her dad didn't help her, but that only angered me that much more, so i slashed her! I started to cool off, because i knew lunch was going to be coming up soon, and i knew that the sandwich store down on 14th street was just going to be superb , so i waited. I asked everyone if they had lunches, or money for lunch, and everyone said they did, except one kid. I offered him a quarter so he could walk downtown, but he wouldn't take it. I told him just pay me back tomorrow, or whenever he could. He awkwardly stared at me and he just said he couldn't accept my money, so once again Jean Finch, who tells me to call her scout, interrupts my class to tell me he won't never pay me back, because he is a Cunninham. She then goes on saying how they the poorest people in Maycomb, but also the nicest. I was very upset that she was so ignorant about this family. After school i walked home, and i saw ol' miss scout, and i saw her do the nastiest thing i ever did see. I saw her grab into a tree of some random house, and i then saw her take out a shiny piece of foil, so i followed her some more. I saw her run to her house. Then i saw her un-rap this piece of foil, then throw a piece of wrigley's chewing gum into her mouth. That girl is nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-2474153001715820051?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2474153001715820051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=2474153001715820051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2474153001715820051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2474153001715820051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2474153001715820051' title='tkam 1'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-4145918566523989594</id><published>2009-03-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:55:06.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>immigration reflection</title><content type='html'>Throughout reading the book Brother I’m Dying, I had different experiences. At first when I read the summaries about each book, I thought it sounded interesting, but once I started reading it was really boring, I didn’t enjoy it very much. Occasionally, the book had exciting parts. I think if I had the opportunity, I would choose a different book, just because I didn’t like it very much. I really wish I would have read Funny in Farsi, because I think I would have enjoyed that book more. Originally, when we chose what books we wanted to read for lit circles Funny in Farsi was my first choice, so I kind of wonder what my experience would have been with that book. This book really showed how families work together and I think that family is something that you need in your life. In a way I liked writing out the LC stuff out, because you actually got to talk with your group, so if one thing sparked another’s thought you could add, but with our blogs we couldn’t do that. I did like using our blogs, because we were able to reflect a different way then we were used to, and it was a good experience. For some odd reason, the blog website made it so it wouldn’t show my response, so it lowered my grade, but other then that I thought using blogger was good.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I decided to paint a picture of a woman holding her baby girl. When I was thinking about what to paint I thought a lot about my book. I 1st thought how the book is about family, so I was thinking about paint a line down the middle and a family with half of the family on one side and the other half on the other side, and the words Haiti on one side, and America the other side. I would have put this because only part of the family went to New York at first. Then I thought trough and didn’t like that idea, so I thought of a mom and here baby, because my book was about birth, but there was also a lot of death so I thought of a mom and her baby, because that represents the circle of life. I don’t feel a great connection between my artwork and my book, because I don’t think its east to see what I thought while painting. I think my final painting looks good, in my final draft I hadn’t put stripes, but then I did on my painting, so I am glad it turned out good. I liked how we did a piece of art instead of a long paper for a reflection. I think that it was good, because it was different so we got a new experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My interview process was extremely aggravating! At 1st my interviewee and I emailed back and forth for maybe 2 emails. Then he stopped replying and so I called him and no one answered. So after about 3 weeks, I gave up on him, and changed people. So then it went pretty smoothly. I interviewed one of my friends moms and it was really easy. I think it made it seem like immigrating was actually somewhat enjoyable, because she said she thought all of America was like Disneyland, and she was extremely excited to come here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-4145918566523989594?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4145918566523989594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=4145918566523989594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/4145918566523989594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/4145918566523989594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4145918566523989594' title='immigration reflection'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-5919618007752731341</id><published>2009-03-11T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:13:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final post!!!</title><content type='html'>Narrator Pg145: Tante Denise died from a massive stroke the day after my uncle's eighteenth birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this because in this story there family had to deal with a lot of deaths it seemed like, so i chose it. It deals with the 5th question, because it seems to me like death is a hardship this family really had to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;Did it seem like to you a lot pf deaths took apart in this book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator Pg 257: I don't want him to die!&lt;br /&gt;I chose this because like i said earlier this family had a lot of hard times, so i think this would go under #5 or # 2. I think that because i think it was a big hardship, and because i think death makes it hard for somebody to immigrate to a different country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree with me that it makes it hard to immigrate somewhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-5919618007752731341?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5919618007752731341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=5919618007752731341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/5919618007752731341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/5919618007752731341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5919618007752731341' title='final post!!!'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-8047035802119639814</id><published>2009-03-09T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:34:51.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post #5</title><content type='html'>pg 184: Her legs are broken, she's at the hospital! - Neighbor &lt;br /&gt;This shows that where this family lives is a bad neighborhood, because there was somebody with a gun in there neighborhood. This deals with question #4 because it is a hard thing to deal with in America, crime, because we have such a high crime rate!&lt;br /&gt;I can not really connect with this, because i dont really see very many crimes done in my neighborhood, but i can connect because when there is a crime or a fire in the neighborhood all the neighbors know about and can talk to each other as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to deal with crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 202: Cimo, Siag, Minustah, Civpol - narrator. &lt;br /&gt;I chose this because this is the kinds of officers they have in Haiti, so if she is talking about them obviously this has something to seal with her homeland and that deals with question #2 i think, because they are talking about something from there homeland, while in the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lived some where else? If yes do you ever travel there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-8047035802119639814?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8047035802119639814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=8047035802119639814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8047035802119639814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8047035802119639814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8047035802119639814' title='post #5'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-4563613658214069533</id><published>2009-03-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:30:22.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogpost #4</title><content type='html'>Uncle Joe pg: 154 She was my friend, my wife, the woman who stood by me both when I could speak and when I was silent. &lt;br /&gt;I think this has to deal with question 4, because it is a big deal when you lose someone, if it's death, or when you leave a country and you leave someone, it's a big obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                     If you were in Uncle Joe's  case what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Narrator: Pg: 147 When ever i could i like to spend a few extra days to my trip, so i can stay in Bel Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has to do with question 5 because a lot of times when you have a bad life, then you get rewarded, or even if just one good thing happens, you like it to be as long as possible. I think that she really is having trouble in America so she likes to feel like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Do you think that she likes visiting her uncle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-4563613658214069533?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/4563613658214069533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=4563613658214069533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/4563613658214069533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/4563613658214069533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4563613658214069533' title='Blogpost #4'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-786314359073487871</id><published>2009-02-26T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:58:13.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration reflection</title><content type='html'>An immigrant is a person who travels from one country/ region to another.&lt;br /&gt;AN immigrant might leave there native country because of war or crime rate in there homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country can offer freedom(ie: Religion, who to vote for), a democracy.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that our nation has been affected for the good, i think that without other countries we wouldn't have as much of the good foods that we do now! i also think our country would be so bare, because we would only be American, and not have any different cultures. &lt;br /&gt;I personally don't have a huge connection to immigration, my mom and both of her parents were both born in the USA, and the same with my dad. My great grandma on my moms side was born in Hungary. I don't have any friends who are immigrants, but i do know a couple people who immigrated. Our cleaning lady since before i was born immigrated here from Russia. A few of my friends families are immigrants, one of my best friends whole family was from Iran but then they immigrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-786314359073487871?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/786314359073487871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=786314359073487871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/786314359073487871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/786314359073487871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#786314359073487871' title='Immigration reflection'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-68598160583300869</id><published>2009-02-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:17:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book prt 3</title><content type='html'>Quote #1: Narrator said. Page 112.&lt;br /&gt;Our new home was a two-bedroom apartment on the sixth floor of a six-story brick building in a culdesac off Flatbush Avenue called Westbury Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deals with the number 5 question, because they are working a really long time and very hard, and all they can afford is a 2 bed apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does reading this quote make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can kind of connect this to a different book i read one time, it was about a family who moved from New York to New Mexico, and since everything was cheaper in New Mexico they didnt work very hard and they were a very wealthy family. &lt;br /&gt;So how i connect those two books are that they are the opposite, but still somewhat simmilair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really spies from space.We have spy stuff inserted in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read this part i was really supprised,i didnt know what to think, i didnt know if they were sarcastic or what. I kind of believe it but i kind of dont really know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;     I liked this quote because it makes me think outside the bok. It makes me feel like you never really know somebody until you actually know somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone just told you they were from space, how do you think you would react...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-68598160583300869?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/68598160583300869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=68598160583300869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/68598160583300869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/68598160583300869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#68598160583300869' title='book prt 3'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-3226258198282675902</id><published>2009-02-21T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:51:07.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book post #2</title><content type='html'>Quote 1:"My father quit school in 1954 at the age of 19 the apprentice at a local tailor."&lt;br /&gt;This goes with number 5 because not finishing high school,or not going to college can be very tragic later on in your life. A lot of times in this case your life is not very good, because you could not get a good job because you don't have a degree or anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this family is screwed up at all???&lt;br /&gt;----Daughter &lt;br /&gt;----page49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 2:"Death is a journey we embark on from the moment we are born."&lt;br /&gt;----Bob &lt;br /&gt;----Page 73&lt;br /&gt;This quote kind of goes with question 5 because if somebody dies that is a huge deal, and something you have to deal with for a long time... But this also belongs to number 4 because death is a challenge they go through, and it is an obstacle you think about your whole life.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think death has affected this family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-3226258198282675902?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3226258198282675902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=3226258198282675902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/3226258198282675902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/3226258198282675902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3226258198282675902' title='book post #2'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-6612604798752151773</id><published>2009-02-16T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:01:59.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brother im dying #1</title><content type='html'>Quote 1: Who said this: Doctor. Page: 37 We'll only do the biopsy now! This applies to Question 2 because it seems like to me that everything bad happened once they came to America. The Biopsy, having to work so much hours a week,and the daughter being pregnant. So that doesn't seem to me like they have had a very good time in America...&lt;br /&gt;I can connect this to most people who immigrate to America. Most of the time they have to work very hard in the beginning of there time in America.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Do you think after reading about all the families problems this family will ever get through all this mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 2: Who said this quote: Daughter. Page 45 I had calculated that from 1981-2004 working an average 10 hours a day everyday including holidays but not Sunday's he'd spent nearly 75,000 hours driving the streets of Brooklyn.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote deals with question #5 because if the father had to work 60 hours a week to keep his family worm and to provide food on the table, that is a really big thing the family would have to deal with! I think that after a while of living in America the family will still be able to provide, while working less hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What other Hardships do you think this family will go through during the course of the book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-6612604798752151773?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6612604798752151773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=6612604798752151773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6612604798752151773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6612604798752151773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6612604798752151773' title='brother im dying #1'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-1121041450004354294</id><published>2009-02-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:42:29.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Museums</title><content type='html'>Immigration Museums &lt;br /&gt;By Ben Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of going to the Jewish immigrant museum was to learn about how Jews immigrated to America, and to learn a little about certain people who helped America grow as a country that happened to be Jewish. Throughout my years of going to temple, I learned a lot of the facts we learned at the museum. Some interesting information I did learn was that the first Jews to immigrate came in 1654. During the Civil War Ulysses S. Grant had submitted that Jews should be illegal in Tennessee and in Kentucky. Right away the current president Abraham Lincoln canceled it because he thought it was to racial and he didn’t approve. This was a very big controversy, they even had a code for it. It was called order number 11. Another very big obstacle in the Jews way was the KKK (Ku Klux Klan). They were not the biggest fans of Jews. They killed a lot of Jews, but they didn’t only assassin Jews, they killed African Americans, and Catholics. Another huge event in the Jewish culture was that many Jews were kosher back then, so they only ate certain meats. In the grocery stores kosher meats were 18 cents per pound but regular meats were 9 cents per pound. So 20,000 Jewish women protested by throwing the meat in the streets, and stealing the meats. The kosher meat didn’t go down dramatically, but it did go down to 14 cents per pound. Some very famous Jews that have lived in America were: Baseball player Hank Greenberg, mathematician Albert Einstein, comedian and actor Jerry Seinfeld, and to some belief author Dr. Seuss, or to his birth name Theodor Geisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Quote: I come from two very different worlds with two very different mindsets. By Rishtka Daryani from High Tech Middle. &lt;br /&gt;I chose this quote because a lot of the time I feel like I am from two worlds. At one point I can try to be funny. Other times I can be serious, when I play sports and I get in the mode I can be very serious.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Picture: The picture i chose was,the picture Boy from Poland made in Chicago in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;He’s just looking into a window, he looks confused. I chose this because at one point in there life everyone is confused, everyone wants to know where there going in life. I think that is what this artist is trying to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-1121041450004354294?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/1121041450004354294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=1121041450004354294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/1121041450004354294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/1121041450004354294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1121041450004354294' title='Museums'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-7093233396640851157</id><published>2009-01-14T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:38:52.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book review</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCOMPAQ%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;Enrique's Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 224px;" alt="http://www.room6.com/images/sukieaddress.jpg" src="http://www.room6.com/images/sukieaddress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Nazario&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Personally I wasn't very fond of the book Enrique's Journey. It is about a Honduran boy, named Enrique. 11 years after his mother left him and his family he goes off to find her. All he has is a little piece off paper with her new address on it. He has a lot of things to overcome, first of all he starts out as a alcoholic then he becomes a drug addict, and worst of all to get to U.S.A from Honduras he goes on top of trains, stows away on trains. This book really showed Enrique's trek through Central and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North America&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was a very descriptive book, it showed every little part of Enrique's trip. It showed all of Enrique's relative’s views on what he was doing. This book was written in a style most books aren't written in, it is written like a biography in a sense that it has quotes from Enrique and his family. Even though I wasn't thrilled about this book I did think it was smart of the author Sonia Nazario to put some Spanish because Enrique spoke Spanish so why not put that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On a scale 1-10 I would rate this book maybe a 5 because it did have good qualities. I liked it because it was kind of cool never really knowing if Enrique would ever get rid of any of his addictions, or if he would ever find his mother, or even if when he tries to hop a train, you never know if he will land or if he would fall in the middle and die. I think it’s a real interesting story because of those reasons. I didn’t like it because I felt like because it was only about him trying to escape to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and really nothing else it kind of bored me.&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/112560078010050417-7093233396640851157?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7093233396640851157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=7093233396640851157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/7093233396640851157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/7093233396640851157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7093233396640851157' title='book review'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-6164093359051299229</id><published>2008-12-14T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:33:35.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit 451 book review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVEDTe0Z6sA/SUXrbEU5FAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TobAS-Me23I/s1600-h/burning_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279884988412138498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVEDTe0Z6sA/SUXrbEU5FAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TobAS-Me23I/s320/burning_book.jpg" 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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book review&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;br /&gt;Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;By Ben Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Do you like reading books, what do you think would happen in your life if books were banished. If you would want to see what would happen then you need to check out Fahrenheit 451.&lt;br /&gt;      The book Fahrenheit 451is about a character named Guy Montag. Guy is fireman, but not the kind of fireman that we have in our society. He is a fireman who burns books. This book takes place in the future. People in this futuristic society don't read books, in fact, reading books were illegal. On a different subject, the people who lived there, rarely went out side and watched the nature outside them, they seldomly were by themselves, or thought independently or really ever have conversations that actually meant something. What they did instead was they drove very fast, watched a lot of T. V. on those T.V sets that are real small and are on the side of streets just to advertise. They also listen to the radio a lot on Seashell Radios which are attached to their ears.&lt;br /&gt;Soon He Montag meets a 16 going on 17 year old girl, named Clarisse McClellan. She makes Guy realize that his life is really empty. After a while He really starts to see some bad things happen. First, Guy’s wife Mildred, attempts suicide by swallowing a whole bunch of sleeping pills. Then; later he gets an alarm that and older lady has a big stash of books. When he wants to do his job of burning them, the old lady asks to be burned with her books. Then even worse stuff happens, about three days later he hears bad news that Clarisse was hit by a speeding car and killed.&lt;br /&gt;After all of these events happen to him he starts to read the book that he has stolen and stashed in an air conditioning vent. After a while of Guy not showing up for work Guy’s boss or fire chief Beatty visits him at his house. Beatty tells Guy that this is 100% normal for a fireman to wonder about books and wonder what they are about. So Beatty tells Him the whole story about how books got to be banished. He told him that books started to offend people and so books all started to look the same since the writers didn’t want to offend anybody. So instead of insulting the government, they decided to burn books. Beatty gives him 24 hours to read the book and see if it has any meaning before they have to be burned. Guy being overwhelmed by all the reading, he asks his wife Mildred to help him, but, she would rather watch T.V. instead of helping out her husband, and wonders why he would even want to read books.&lt;br /&gt;Then he remembers seeing a retired English professor at the park one day. His name was Faber, he goes to visit Faber, just to see if he knows anything about what Guy is reading. Faber says that not only does he have to read the book, but he also has to think about what the author was thinking when he wrote the book. So Faber creates a printer that he can recreate books on. And Guy will steal more books.&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to see the ending of if he gets caught….. Or if he doesn’t get caught….. You will just have to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to kids ages 11 through 15. In my experience reading this book was really good, it had a good story line, a good little adventures moments. If you like the action-adventure or good plain ol’ book you will LOVE this book. I rate it 9/10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-6164093359051299229?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6164093359051299229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=6164093359051299229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6164093359051299229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6164093359051299229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6164093359051299229' title='Fahrenheit 451 book review'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVEDTe0Z6sA/SUXrbEU5FAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TobAS-Me23I/s72-c/burning_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-564956870744362208</id><published>2008-10-21T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:30:53.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTF pt 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;font-size:180%;" &gt;Chapter 13 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; "Waiter, waiter I need some tea." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I am sorry Mr.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Merridew, Jack Merridew!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;" Wait the same Jack that was caught on an island 15 years ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Yeah, how did you know that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;" It's me Ralph" I'm your waiter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;" Oh darn, well I need some tea, and a new waiter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; Ralph thought that when he pushed Jack off the ship he had died. Apparently When Ralph saw the strong waves and heavy rains he thought Jack would never live. Ralph walks through the doors and when he turns around he sees Jack with a spear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; "911,911 someone call the bloody cops that man wants to kill me." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"What nonsense, I just want to eat my lobster of a spear. Of course I want to kill you, you nasty little boy. Says Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Then Jack starts running at Ralph, saying very vulgar words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ralph starts to run saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"First Simon, then piggy now me, who's next."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jack drops the spear and starts punching and kicking Ralph as hard as he can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"You pushed me off the bloody boat, then started laughing and telling the captain never to come back. Luckily, he did come back only after 5 days worth of swimming, and only eating fish and drinking salt water." Jack yells this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ralph answers with, "the only thing I have cared about since we got off the island is getting a job so that I can support my family since we lost everything we had in that war. And now I have half a mind to kill you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; Jack takes a swing at Ralph and whiffs then takes another and Ralph grabs his arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Oh, did I forget to tell you once we left the captain gave us all free subscriptions to: be a marital arts master in 5 short months." Jack Jack's arm is completely red because Ralph has been squeezing it for about 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"If you don't let go in 5 seconds I will call the cops and have you arrested for assault."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Ok you do that, and I will-!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jack socks Ralph right in the jaw, Ralph is on the ground with a broken jaw and bleeding all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Iell hgt rou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"What are you saying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; " Ri sraid I will get you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;20 years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jack and Ralph haven't seen each other since the last incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr. Merridew would you like an upgrade on your suite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Yes, please one with a view please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Ok and your waiter with your room service will be right up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Then Ralph also being a worker at the hotel jumps out of no where and stabs Jack directly in the heart with a butter knife. Blood is oozing out of his body at a high speed, like a cop chasing a crimanal. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; "Ow. look what you did to me, now i am going to die."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"you mean like you killed Simon and Piggy, and then like before i pushed you off the boat you killed Robert and Roger. You are a criminal, now you will pay your price."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Dude, not cool i will kill-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt; Jack dies as he speaks, blood is still spurting out for some reason. Once Ralph kills him he goes, home to his wife to tell her what happened and tell her he loves her but has to go. He gets in his car drives to the freeway and gets out and instantaneously gets hit by a bus. his body goes flying. If you look closely enough you could see hiss body go up, and he is safely with his old buddies Simon, and Ralph, but Jack went down to hell. &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/112560078010050417-564956870744362208?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/564956870744362208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=564956870744362208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/564956870744362208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/564956870744362208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#564956870744362208' title='LOTF pt 13'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-2472022573713914402</id><published>2008-10-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:46:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the flies 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Piggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 Death&lt;br /&gt; Two more days, Two more days it is all it would have taken. I would have been Saved. I would have gone home and seen my auntie. Jack just had to kill me, he had to have his fire and pig.  They dropped a bloody boulder on me for crying out loud!  I  wanted to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i died i see Jack and samneric and blood i dont reall know what that means.  They were &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;cordon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;of Ralph, and Jack couldn't let that be. Then they put the forest on fire to try to kill ralph gosh jack is just mean he cant just kill one or two people it has to be three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Ralph ran out  I didnt understan why he was i couldnt see anything on the beach.  then I saw a man with &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;drill  &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;epaulettes &lt;/strong&gt;on his uniform that is a good sign. He &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;ululated  &lt;/strong&gt;knowing he was going  to see family again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Me personally would like to have been alive for this but with one glass it would of been hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-2472022573713914402?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2472022573713914402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=2472022573713914402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2472022573713914402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2472022573713914402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2472022573713914402' title='Lord of the flies 12'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-3509087212376980859</id><published>2008-10-05T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:51:57.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the flies 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Chapter 11: Castle Rock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Perspective: Simon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Who is it next?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Jack is to wild with power if only I could stop him. Ralph is doing a good job of chief I don’t even know why Jack is like this I don’t even know why they killed me I was trying to tell them bout the lord of the flies but they didn’t want to hear. Well now that doesn’t have specs in a few days he will be &lt;i style=""&gt;delirious&lt;/i&gt; if he last that long. Jack is so dangerous he was the real reason for my death, he also is power hungry all he thinks about is killing pigs. They need a &lt;i style=""&gt;talisman&lt;/i&gt; to protect themselves from Jack.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ralph should have done some thing to prevent Piggy from going to get his specs. I saw that something bad was gonna happen, but once I reached heaven everyone said you cant inter fear with the alive ones or bad stuff will happen. Ralph should have made a &lt;i style=""&gt;cessation&lt;/i&gt; on the way so they could rest. When they got there they saw a giant rock wall. Jack and his hunters came back from the forest. Ralph and Jack started arguing. When &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ralph didn’t listen, Jack ordered that Samneric were to be tied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I don’t want anyone else to get hurt it’s just hard watching this. Ralph should take charge here, take the gang back to the other side before someone else gets hurt. But he doesn’t so Jack and Ralph get into a fight with the spears. Jack stabbed Ralph. I that Roger is gonna do something with this lever I don’t know what it does but it doesn’t seem good. I look again and this lever is like a catapult, and if nothing happens Piggy is a gonner. Then Roger does the unthinkable he &lt;i style=""&gt;truculently&lt;/i&gt; pushes down on the lever, I go down and push Piggy out the way but, since I am not supposed to be able to mess with real live people I just go right thru piggy and, the boulder slams down &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on piggy and he falls forty feet until he crashes down below into rocks. When he came to a stop his head was cracked open, some blood spilled out of his head and he turned bright red. Then I turn around and I see him he is now just a floating spirit like me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-3509087212376980859?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/3509087212376980859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=3509087212376980859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/3509087212376980859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/3509087212376980859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3509087212376980859' title='Lord of the flies 11'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-5976100588210985340</id><published>2008-10-05T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:36:20.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the flies 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Chapter10 The shell and the Glasses&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The new Rain of Power&lt;br /&gt;I am the chief! Finally no more Mr. Ralph! No more Mr i will blow the conch and you will come. He's so waxy. Also the part was great. We even killed something people were trying to tell me it was the beast but i dont think it was you no what i think it was i think it was Simon. Now everyone was so sad over the fact we killed him. I kept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;illuminating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to myself in my head that it was an accident and we didn’t know it was Simon. The boys don’t know how upset I am, s thats good right. They would think I went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;barmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and decided we needed fire, so I asked who wanted to come and Maurice and Roger proffered themselves. Then we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;purged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to The old side of the island. Then i thought to my self. How is this fire going to happen. So,we went back to and stole the specs right off Piggys eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went over to the fire and tried to start it once again. From a distance it might have looked like we were doing some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;theological&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;since we were in a circle, But you cant ever now what the others are thinking while watching this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-5976100588210985340?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/5976100588210985340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=5976100588210985340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/5976100588210985340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/5976100588210985340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5976100588210985340' title='Lord of the flies 10'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-8308531257394120876</id><published>2008-10-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:26:08.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the flies pt 9</title><content type='html'>Chapter: #9  A View to a Death&lt;br /&gt; Perspective: Ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                The attack against the beastie&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Its just Piggy and me around these days.  I think everyone else  went  to have a feast at Jack’s part of the island. I think they just want meat.  Once me and Piggy arrive there everyone went silent. The first  person to talk was jack, of course and he made the boys to give us some meat. Thank god i haven had meat in a while. I saw the boys treated him like royalty also he was sitting like he was on a throne. Jack and I start to yell (like old times sake)  and I tell him will blow the conch but, he says conch doesn't work over hear i and i tell him it does and he says nu uh and i say yeah huh but no one listened to us they all ignored us and ate. Then it started raining, it wasn’t little rain it was lightning and thundering! then Jack said to  everyone to do a dance and  form a circle around roger who was acting as a pig again. He did look a bit &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;corpulent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then, some boys  came running out yelling that the beastie is in forest. The circle  transformed into a half circle shape, and as soon as the beast came out every  started attacking it and trying to kill it. Then a parachute fell down holding a dead  body. Everyone went screaming into the forest.  Later I walked  out of the forest and could see &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;phosphorescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the sand.  That's when saw there was no beastie we had just killed Simon.  Maybe the beast is inside all of us, and that was why he was killed tonight. No one would listen to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-8308531257394120876?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8308531257394120876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=8308531257394120876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8308531257394120876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8308531257394120876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8308531257394120876' title='Lord of the flies pt 9'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-715654075379278916</id><published>2008-09-28T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:28:54.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;    Chapter 7: Shadows and tall trees&lt;br /&gt;        Perspective: Simon      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            The adventure of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Just leaving Piggy all alone on the island with the littleuns seems a little unsafe but if he wants to I guess he can do it. we go kill the beast. Im not sure if i want to be here, I kinda want to leave its getting dark it's not very fun. All we have done is watch Ralph try to kill a boar, he stabbed but didnt succeed then Roger thought he was a boar and everyone was attacking him then he said stop it was hurting but no one listened.  Also earlier with that dumb epilepsy, making me look like a retard in front of Ralph.  I think Ralph thought I was going &lt;i&gt;waxy &lt;/i&gt;because I was telling him that he would get back safely. I was holding a rock so hard. After that we walked back to the rest of the group and I made sure to act &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;The most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sagely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;choice was to either explain it or saying nothing, I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo because I have epilepsy.&lt;br /&gt;   We decided to look for the beastie as i was saying before.  It got later and darker and so we decided to make it so Piggy didnt get scared someone should go back, but they all said it was to scary for one to go by them self, but since i was already not happy about being there i said i will do it, i mean i am &lt;i&gt;bravado!&lt;/i&gt; That made Jack look at me, and when he looked at me he looked sort of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;windy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Jack finally said i could and then I started to walk back in to the forest and back to Piggy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-715654075379278916?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/715654075379278916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=715654075379278916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/715654075379278916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/715654075379278916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#715654075379278916' title='Lord of the flies'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-7902500916144072365</id><published>2008-09-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:22:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lor of the flies 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Perspective: Jack&lt;br /&gt;Title: Flying Beastie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;    I wake up and Sam n' Eric are &lt;i&gt;flailing &lt;/i&gt;their arms in my face saying they saw the beastie. When I got to the meting Sam n' Eric say that the beastie attacked them and had big claws and had wings. they say it scratched um then say it is the reason they bleed. I said if theres a monster i will kill it but you know what i don't even think there s a beastie.I think they fell asleep looking after the fire so it was probably a dream. We looked all over the island no foot tracks so i don't know what they think they saw. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;            Ralph always talks bout how he works while I hunt,  hunting aint no easy job. He so &lt;i&gt;waxy.  &lt;/i&gt;I bet if we switched jobs we all would be hungry but be on a plane going home cause i would be such a good leader. But Ralph needing to get everyone embroiled says that someone needs to stay with the littleuns. says who we never did anyways. I think Piggy should since he cant do nuttin else since his specs broke .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;          Ralph came with me to the mountaintop I wished he hadn't since he tried to take over god hes messed up in the head!  The walk to the mountain was &lt;i&gt;interminable &lt;/i&gt;it just was super long&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; hence the boys playing with rocks little after w started walking. Me and Ralph kept walking the one thing we agree on. When we got to the  castle rock It was covered with &lt;i&gt;guano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-7902500916144072365?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/7902500916144072365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=7902500916144072365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/7902500916144072365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/7902500916144072365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#7902500916144072365' title='lor of the flies 6'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-2014097837732865465</id><published>2008-09-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:22:07.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Flies 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;                                                                    Assembly  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Perspective Ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well duh i need to enforce the rules no one is listening to them. They poop where ever, they disrespect all the rules we have made, hunters with the fire, how they have to hold on to it to make sure it is up and going. people have to make sure they are helping with the shelters. Nobody gathers water except the maybe one or to a day, gosh! Not only are people not respecting me but they disturb me during my meetings. Then in the night times the littleuns &lt;i&gt;lamentation &lt;/i&gt;like &lt;i&gt;ludicrous &lt;/i&gt;babies, then Jack and Morice get mad at them and &lt;i&gt;jeeringly &lt;/i&gt;copy them and cry to to try to be cool. Unlike them Perceval has &lt;i&gt;decorum &lt;/i&gt;like a good boy. You know this makes me mad but maybe it is to much responsibility for me maybe Jack was correct. But common lets go into reality Jack being right... Pshh like i would com to see the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-2014097837732865465?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2014097837732865465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=2014097837732865465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2014097837732865465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2014097837732865465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2014097837732865465' title='Lord of the Flies 5'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-2637640896000129628</id><published>2008-09-21T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:55:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Flies 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:18;" &gt;Chapter Four&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:18;" &gt;Painted Faces and Long Hair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:18;" &gt;Perspective: Piggy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 200%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:18;" &gt;What is wrong with the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I can’t believe that Percival, Johnny, and Henry's sand castles &lt;i&gt;malevolently&lt;/i&gt;. That made him mad so, then Johnny imitated the biguns behavior with &lt;i style=""&gt;belligerence&lt;/i&gt;. I saw this while walking around, I don't know why the older kids pick on the littleuns it's so rude. Once I knew we were gonna be on the island for a long time I knew I would get bored so all I wanted to do is just hang around hoping others would do the same but no, everyone is so annoying. And Ralph the leader phssh, all he could lead, no he cant even lead any thing I thought I would like him but no. And Jack always needs to kill a pig we could have been of by now, that annoys me so much because he doesn’t help with anything all he does is talk about pigs, pigs, pigs. If only we had sunscreen gosh my arms are so burnt its getting swarthiness, I think he needs to see a balm. Paint was all over Jacks face he looked like a little kid using finger paintings but I have to give him the perseverance award. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I am swimming when I thought of a sundial. I was thinking maybe we could have a certain time each day that we could all get together and do something, since now the littleuns are getting scared at night. Then when I told that to Ralph he laughed, and that made my day. Then Ralph gets out of the water because a ship is here or at least that’s what it seemed like, turns around and looks at the fire and I could tell he was going to be mad at Jack because the fire has been out for hours.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; Then I get even madder cause they steal my specks, AGAIN!!! Gosh after chasing them I fall trip and bleed gouts. Gosh them boys are mean, mean I tell you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-2637640896000129628?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/2637640896000129628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=2637640896000129628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2637640896000129628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/2637640896000129628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2637640896000129628' title='Lord of the Flies 4'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-8261592527793330070</id><published>2008-09-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:27:21.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Flies pt3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Chapter #3: Huts On The Beach&lt;br /&gt;Perspective: Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am helping as much as possible but where I go it is like I am the only one on earth. We worked all day Ralph and I, but no one else helped to build shelter. We only made two and if a rain storm hits I sure were dead meat. Ralph kept getting mad at me because I wanted to help the little ones. I grabbed in between the trees &lt;i&gt;tendrill &lt;/i&gt;and gave fruit to the small children who couldn't reach it themselves. I hated it when Jack came back and all he had was well nothing, he complained on why he cant kill a darn pig but I don't know I think he just isn't good at hunting. He says he needs barb, and water, but doesn't even bother to ask us if we need help, god I wish I had the spear and I would... Then I think I heard him &lt;i&gt;susurration &lt;/i&gt;something but I doubt it, it may have just been &lt;i&gt;inscrutable &lt;/i&gt;to me but o well. When me and Ralph were building the shelters ooh was that &lt;i&gt;vicissitudes, &lt;/i&gt;people were just walking by and not doing anything about it, gosh that pains me. Then the whole day I though I actually did hear a beastie, I was hearing a boom, boom, boom. It was piggy making a &lt;i&gt;castanet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-8261592527793330070?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8261592527793330070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=8261592527793330070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8261592527793330070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8261592527793330070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8261592527793330070' title='Lord of the Flies pt3'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-6066560312915423623</id><published>2008-09-15T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:08:30.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the flies pt.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;The Other Side  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Perspective: Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Come on Ralph why do you always get to talk, about stuff why do you always blow the shell. Sure you are the chief, but I mean seriously if you’re the chief yell at someone there’s a fire getting way out of control, we lost a kid and for all we know he has either found food or died. I think you need to do something about this, I mean the fire barley ever got smoke. If I was in charge you know what would happen around here, we would have plenty of everything.  Gosh I hate this rule your chief. I know I act like I don't care but obviously I do. And besides no body even boats by here so why are we building a fire, I think it's time you think things clearly now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;    Well maybe I shall pinch the shell and hide it and not tell anyone that so when we look for it I will look very responsible and Ralph, well he will just be ashamed and forgotten. Yeah, yeah that’s what I will do, and maybe then kill a pig a put the blood on the conch to make it look like a pig took it then died or something. Ha-ha that’s the best idea I have ever had&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The only good thing that’s ever happened here so far is no parents. And the fact I’m a hunter yeah that’s good too. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&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/112560078010050417-6066560312915423623?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/6066560312915423623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=6066560312915423623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6066560312915423623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/6066560312915423623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6066560312915423623' title='Lord of the flies pt.2'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112560078010050417.post-8761871621929554826</id><published>2008-09-14T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:13:40.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lords of the Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;                                                                                                       The new Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Perspective: Ralph&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;    Wow, a life with no parents nagging you when to go to sleep, or brush your teeth or any of that. I can get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right when I got here just walking around I actually got somewhat scared. There was just a big fat kid following me, and asking me weird questions like, "what is your name". I told him it was Ralph because well it is, but I have this strange feeling he wanted me to ask what his name was... O well if he had really wanted me to know he would have spoken up. Eventually he told me his name after a few ways of trying me to ask... I think. He told me he did NOT want to be called piggy, which is what the kids at his old school called him, but that sucks for him because that’s what were calling him. Later I had found this big shell like thing called a conch, and got everyone together by blowing into it.  We figured out names, piggy could have also said something then to prevent his name from being piggy but it piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once Piggy and I got everyone together we found out all the names and took a vote who would be chief of the island. It was between me and the guy with the cloak, Jack. So once we started voting I actually didn't think I was going to win I thought that Jack was, since he already had a group of people.  I think I won since I found the shell but, you never know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;    I told the kids who were following Jack to be hunters I hope they can find some food, because I am starting to get hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;    Jack, me, and this other kid Simon went walking around to see what to do on this island, Piggy wanted to tag along but we said three's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/112560078010050417-8761871621929554826?l=hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/feeds/8761871621929554826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=112560078010050417&amp;postID=8761871621929554826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8761871621929554826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/112560078010050417/posts/default/8761871621929554826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hesonlikedonkeykong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8761871621929554826' title='Lords of the Flies'/><author><name>jammer#13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02253782775009910052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
