<?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-8227086507725940610</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:51:08.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holaway Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-3705801753442983177</id><published>2008-09-22T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:54:36.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holaway School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                         by Vanessa                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Holaway is the best school because students learn and have fun at the same time. But the school isn`t what makes it a great place. What makes it be a great place is the people who are in the school because without teachers students would not be able to learn and without students  teachers would not be able to teach and if they do not teach they would not get payed. So how I said its not the school the one that makes holaway the best school it’s the people who are in the school and thats why holaway is the best school. I also think that holaway school is the best school because we get to have a program that is really fun you get to choose either cayote press or video journalism. Mr. Creech is the one who teaches that. Mr. Creech has great imagineation he also has lots of cool ideas. When I grow up I want to be just like him. Mr. Creech said we have to pick which one we would like to do and I picked video journalism cause it sounds like fun. Thats  why I like holaway school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-3705801753442983177?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3705801753442983177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=3705801753442983177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3705801753442983177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3705801753442983177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/4th-grade-essay.html' title='4th Grade Essay'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-9180853713967518487</id><published>2008-09-18T10:35:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:50:09.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>226 Word Essay</title><content type='html'>Holaway&lt;div&gt;by Itzel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What makes F.O. Holaway such a great school?  I think this school is great because it's integrated, I think it's really awesome to have our school intergrated because how people from all around the world are coming to our school.  I think its amazing that people from Iraq, Africa, Mexico and even from Argentina are coming to our school.  Which, I think, is better for us because we also get to learn more about their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Holaway also has great teachers like, Mrs. Labuda, Mr. Kreamer, Mrs. Derksen, Mrs. Colvin, and so many other teachers but my favorite writing teacher is Mr. Creech because when I have to do a writing assignment Mr. Creech is always there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the bestest part about school is recess and specials.  At recess you can play whatever you want.  You can even bring out a snack if you have one.  But specials is a whole different thing.  Specials is when you get to go to a different place everyday.  The specials are PE, computers, music, art, and library.  My favorite special is PE.  I think it's fun and it keeps your heart going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But about what I said about everything the most special thing is learning.  Because if you didn't know anything you would have been lost.  And you wouldn't be able to reach your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Essay'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-1102717792116200794</id><published>2008-09-18T10:35:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:53:47.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song</title><content type='html'>If you tried to be the one&lt;div&gt;A song by Dessiree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you tried to be the one, you could tell me it later, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now try to tell me it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't you explain it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No I could not, try again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't you think one more thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could only think of one more thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this time is different from what I think it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're not the one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then who is the one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know, look again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't you think one more thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could only think of one more thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know but this time think better and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look all around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes it is hard.  Look again.  I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked all around and nobody is the one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I'll pick someone to be the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldn't you think one more thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could only think of one more thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No wait!"  Can't I think if I could be the one again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Song'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-4562915665948144569</id><published>2008-09-18T10:35:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:48:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay on Holaway</title><content type='html'>Holaway&lt;div&gt;by Cecilia (4th grade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What makes Holaway a great school is teachers.  teachers are great because they teach us Math and words you don't mean.  second is the princable.  He talkes about kids to be haven be careful on the playgound and be kind to kids.  third is the motitrs help kids to stop fighting and when they get hreat.  fourth is speeach teachers they help you because you need help with your sppch like yourrs and thing you don't make sene.   fith is cafitira ladies they make food for us and it hard for them because there are like 200 of us an it's hard.  finily is spicals those are fun cause they help you learn like music helps you know the notes.  Art makes you know how to draw, pant and how to be a artist, computer is to learn how to tipe, P.E is to know how to be strong and library is to learn how to read.  the greatest is kids.  kids have freinds sometimes they fight but they be friends.  Well that's all I know.  I love Holaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-4562915665948144569?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4562915665948144569/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-853272598878671333</id><published>2008-09-18T10:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:43:41.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holaway Essay II</title><content type='html'>What makes F.O. Holaway a great school?&lt;div&gt;by Michael (4th grade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;F.O. Holaway is a great school because all of the good kids and the wonderful teachers and how good they treat us.  And I really like how they have all of the after school programs and the ones during the day.  Like band, orgastra, and others.  F.O. Holaway is also a great school because the math classes and the teachers that teach them to.  I also like how the people that make our lunch and how they make Holaway a great school.  And to make the kids try to be good because the and white bancwit.  And how the Cioty Cupons that can make people happy "some times."  And maybe you can get prizes which also can make kids happy.  F.O Holaway is also a great school for all the efort the kids and teachers put into the work.  Some times if you go to the Cioty math tales and read the longest you can win a bike.  And how you Mr. Creech alowing us to do this.  And in P.E he keeps us in shape and make us strong and to teach us new things.  And in music because we get so many things to try like play the recorder.  That wahat makes F.O Holaway a great school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-853272598878671333?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/853272598878671333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=853272598878671333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/853272598878671333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/853272598878671333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/holaway-essay-ii.html' title='Holaway Essay II'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-5510158274425828013</id><published>2008-09-18T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:38:55.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holaway Essay</title><content type='html'>What Makes F.O. Holaway a great school?&lt;div&gt;by Dorthy (4th Grade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holaway is a great school because there are some awesome teachers at Holaway.  It is fun because you get to learn some cool stuff.  You get to read funny books in class.  Holaways is also a great school because they have a garden tht has many cool plants, like flower.  I think Holaway is fun because the staff is nice and you get to learn about the world, and how the world was a long time ago.  it is fun to add, subtract and multiply.  They are cool subjects.  There are many fun activities to learn about.  I like learning at school every day of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-5510158274425828013?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5510158274425828013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=5510158274425828013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5510158274425828013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5510158274425828013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/holaway-essay.html' title='Holaway Essay'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-5461840811631629530</id><published>2008-09-04T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:41:29.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SMA54TwnMdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EHF1lP2gkn0/s1600-h/Emily+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242253605798883794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SMA54TwnMdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EHF1lP2gkn0/s400/Emily+H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SMA472NyCTI/AAAAAAAAAPo/nyEyDz7FFeQ/s1600-h/Emily+H.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-5461840811631629530?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5461840811631629530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=5461840811631629530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5461840811631629530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5461840811631629530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/09/3rd-grade.html' title='3rd Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SMA54TwnMdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/EHF1lP2gkn0/s72-c/Emily+H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-7974896297097496055</id><published>2008-08-06T13:37:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:10:46.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SJoNkLARZbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DweRN3VUf5M/s1600-h/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231508832224634290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SJoNkLARZbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DweRN3VUf5M/s400/IMG_0541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Student,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, as you begin a new school year, I’m writing to say welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school is a rite of passage, like rolling monsoon clouds, cooler evening air and earlier bedtimes. This represents an important moment in your life. It is a fresh new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The halls of F.O. Holaway have been silent while teachers have prepared for your arrival. With the ringing of the morning bell that will all change. You will be warmly greeted by the smile of your teacher. You will be reunited with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are going to celebrate new challenges. You have potential locked inside of you. I can’t wait to work alongside you as we begin to tap into that potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Creech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-7974896297097496055?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7974896297097496055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=7974896297097496055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/7974896297097496055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/7974896297097496055'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-6287856294243908056</id><published>2008-05-20T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:33:40.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade Podcast #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/6ukdzaqogs"&gt;Mr. Weigand's class worked to produced this podcast.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-6287856294243908056?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6287856294243908056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=6287856294243908056' title='0 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-3449396869711121364</id><published>2008-05-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:19:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Grade Podcast #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/0olsxyz4s8"&gt;The tenth podcast belongs to Ms. Labuda's class!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-3449396869711121364?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3449396869711121364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=3449396869711121364' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/05/5th-grade-podcast-9.html' title='5th grade Podcast #9'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-452187999137044980</id><published>2008-05-15T10:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:17:10.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade Podcast #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/5ef66fk00k"&gt;This podcast is brought to you by Mr. Weigand's class.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-452187999137044980?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-631504373452765398</id><published>2008-05-14T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:19:59.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade Podcast #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/s2cj2xd8og"&gt;This podcast is brought to you by the hard working students in Mrs. Derksen's class.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-631504373452765398?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/631504373452765398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-6199930638553560091</id><published>2008-05-14T12:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:34:41.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SCs-rk3h2lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/i1NTRMCcl2Q/s1600-h/christopher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SCs-rk3h2lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/i1NTRMCcl2Q/s400/christopher.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200319113081248338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-6199930638553560091?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-6238712454848796936</id><published>2008-05-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:29:10.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade Podcast #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/8qedw9ww8o"&gt;This is one more example of podcast from Mrs. Derksen's class.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-6238712454848796936?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6238712454848796936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=6238712454848796936' title='0 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/SBduC-Vfw7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/JN-M2sV22t8/s72-c/Alexis+The+Prairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-4569888516549830246</id><published>2008-04-07T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T13:33:16.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R_qEurxRAWI/AAAAAAAAANk/nl6YJTcJW-k/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186603858428756322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R_qEurxRAWI/AAAAAAAAANk/nl6YJTcJW-k/s400/taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-4569888516549830246?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R_qEurxRAWI/AAAAAAAAANk/nl6YJTcJW-k/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-4262107213124957290</id><published>2008-04-07T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:06:28.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Teacher Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear New Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            My name is Maryssa.  I am in the 5th grade at Holaway.  You are probably scared about being a new teacher.  When I was in the 3rd grade we had a new teacher and all of the kids were scared.&lt;br /&gt;            We didn’t know her, but a few days later we got over it.  We loosened up and then we started to like her.  We do DOL, and we switch for math class.  Then we come back to this room.  Next we do writing.&lt;br /&gt;            After that we go to recess.  Some of us come back and some go to Mrs. Grimble.  When we come back we go to lunch.  After lunch we go to specials.  Then we get ready to go for the day.&lt;br /&gt;            Finally we go home.  Some people take the bus.  Some will ride or walk home and some will stay for after school programs.  I go to an after school program.  We do homework.  Also we do Power Point.&lt;br /&gt;            When the after school program is finished we ride the school bus or walk or ride your bikes or your parents take you home.  On the bus we talk about movies or games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Maryssa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-4262107213124957290?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4262107213124957290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=4262107213124957290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4262107213124957290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4262107213124957290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-teacher-letter.html' title='New Teacher Letter'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-524482564207966398</id><published>2008-04-07T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:05:50.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge</title><content type='html'>The most challenging part of the day for me is writing.  Because not all the time can you think of what you want to write about.  Sometimes you sit there for ten minutes to think of what you want to write.  For me it is hard because I don’t spell right.  I don’t put punctuation marks.  Pluss I right really sloppy.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that are easy to do.  The easiest for me is getting ideas.  A reason it is easy for me is because I read a lot.  I read mostly fantasy and fiction.  So I got really good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;            Another good thing for me is writing very long stories because I like to write in all the details in a short story.  When I have to make long stories I write and write but I never finish. &lt;br /&gt;            Another thing that is hard for me is writing poems because they are hard.  Whenever I think I’m done it turns out I have lots of erors.  When I try to corect them they are wrong again.  So it takes a long time.&lt;br /&gt;            So in conclution, in writing I’m going to have eather good days or bad days because I can’t do everything.  I can get ideas and write long.  But I can’t spell or puntuate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-524482564207966398?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/524482564207966398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=524482564207966398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/524482564207966398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/524482564207966398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/04/challenge.html' 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There are creatures that we have not seen before and we just give up and say they do not exist. It is like having some glasses hidden in a school and you are looking for them, well try looking for them hidden somewhere on our earth and you don't know the location! It is just the same. NO human on earth knows every animal, every city, every part of the ocean and every part of the sky. Discovering a new animal might be sacry but it does not mean it's a monster. It might be a new species or animal that has been somewhere on earth that you don't know about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose to believe that anything is possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-4980284604140935399?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4980284604140935399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=4980284604140935399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4980284604140935399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4980284604140935399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/02/4th-grade.html' title='4th Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R6h_n_YipFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5NX4pqxaTSI/s72-c/IMG_0505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-4949827229147984524</id><published>2008-01-28T13:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:59:57.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade</title><content type='html'>In hawai in the sea ther was a beautiful mermied name Mia. 1 day she swam and she mite a shrke name Angel. He whot to eat Mia she same ase  fast ase she cood go. She same to the shore. And the shrke didn’t no why he oes chast  mrmeds maed he det like fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-4949827229147984524?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4949827229147984524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=4949827229147984524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4949827229147984524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4949827229147984524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-grade_2937.html' title='1st Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-7105543758147788133</id><published>2008-01-28T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:59:12.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade</title><content type='html'>I like  ms. Hay es because she is beautiful  to me.and she is so pretty  toothe room I like whe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-7105543758147788133?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7105543758147788133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=7105543758147788133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/7105543758147788133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/7105543758147788133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-grade_28.html' title='1st Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-6401899889788513167</id><published>2008-01-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:57:05.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade</title><content type='html'>A happy pumpkin because her family came back.   He was angry because he lost his     cat and  his dog. she was so happy because her dog comed back .  she    loves   her    dog    because   he   is   happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-6401899889788513167?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6401899889788513167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=6401899889788513167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/6401899889788513167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/6401899889788513167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-grade.html' title='1st Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-3292109703026226331</id><published>2008-01-18T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:56:28.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the World a Better Place (5th grade)</title><content type='html'>Why pollute the oxygen we are breathing?  Why waste water? Why increase global warming?  We still have a little bit of time to save planet Earth from its end.  Think about it, planet Earth is going to its end if we don't react now humans can go instinct.  Did you know that some fo the coolest cities are not going to exist because of global warming?&lt;div&gt;Did you know that air pollution helps kill lots of awesome plants?  Factories, carbon dioxide, and carbon monoxide are all helping increase air pollution by destroying the cap that protects us from powerful sun rays.  We can avoid real powerful sun rays and getting sick by air pollution by not throwing trash in the street, not using your car a lot, and clean lakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Global warming, what a mess!  Factories, smoke and dust are all helping to increase global warming.  Everything is melting, the poles are going to their end because of global warming.  It the poles melt the water level is going to go up and cities are going to flood like Miami and Venecia.  All of this is happening because of global warming, and global warming is causing earth to be warmer.  If you see a graph of the last century you can see that it gets warmer every year.  You can also see that 2005 was the warmest year in the century.  We, the humans, can avoid all of this by not using your car a lot, not polluting our lakes, rivers, and oceans, and not smoking (if you do).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we should not waste our water because soon the water can waste and we can die of thirst.  You know that there are wars because they want more oil for the country.  Soon if we don't take care of our water there are going to be wars for water.  I recommend that we should not leave the water from the sink running, not take such long showers, and fix all of your water leaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we don't take care of our planet now our kids are going to suffer our consequences.  We, the humans, still have time to save Earth, only if we get our act together.  We can't save our planet if only a little bit of people help, we need everybody to help.  Think about what will happen when humans are instinct, so help us make the world a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-3292109703026226331?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3292109703026226331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=3292109703026226331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3292109703026226331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3292109703026226331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-world-better-place-5th-grade.html' title='Make the World a Better Place (5th grade)'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-940112809087125875</id><published>2008-01-18T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:14:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports (5th grade)</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of things in the world.  The one I am going to talk about is sports.  Sports changed the world because if there was no sports people would keep eating and get large.  But now you can lose weight, get strong, and get fast.  How?  Well, with all of the drills that every sport has.  These are:  running, speed, strength, agility, and muscle workouts.  Like me.  I'm really athletic and I like playing football more than anything.  I'm good at running and catching or sometimes a good quarterback.  If it wasn't for sports we wouldn't be playing.  Well mostly we would just eat and watch tv and play video games.  They will ruin your life and when you're large you're not able to move.  So luckily sports was invented or we would be lazy.  We always have to workout, get fast, and stay in shape.  Everybody should be athletic and stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-940112809087125875?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/940112809087125875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=940112809087125875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/940112809087125875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/940112809087125875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/sports-5th-grade.html' title='Sports (5th grade)'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-5077012957185522554</id><published>2008-01-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:08:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change the World (5th grade)</title><content type='html'>I think changing the world is good for everyone.  I would like to change the world by becoming a Special Ed. teacher.  I would like to be a Special Ed. teacher because I think I can make a difference to all the kids that have a hard time just because they are different.  I don't think that's right!  I mean, we are all human right?  Just because someone does not have the same ability doesn't mean anything at all.  So that's why I and many other people could change the world:  to help those in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-5077012957185522554?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5077012957185522554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=5077012957185522554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5077012957185522554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5077012957185522554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-world-5th-grade.html' title='Change the World (5th grade)'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-4167806995052319729</id><published>2008-01-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:06:03.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Environment (4th grade)</title><content type='html'>Right now, as we speak, much more of our environment is being killed than just eh little amount that should be.  Especially in the rain forests.  Bulldozers are killing our trees to make log houses, paper, cardboard, and other wood or paper products.&lt;div&gt;They're also killing the beautiful rivers in the rainforest.  But not just the rainforest.  Many cities, towns, and other places too.  This is no joke.  This is really happening!  There are many ways to stop this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-4167806995052319729?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4167806995052319729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=4167806995052319729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4167806995052319729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/4167806995052319729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/environment-4th-grade.html' title='Environment (4th grade)'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-8841258000021270891</id><published>2008-01-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:57:41.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Save the World!  (4th grade)</title><content type='html'>Our world is now sort of like a junkyard because of all the oils and garbage being dumped all over the place.  We really need to improve taking care of the environment.  For instance, picking up garbage around the parks and volunteering at a beach to also pick up trash there.&lt;div&gt;Another things we can do is instead of driving everywhere we can walk or ride a bike!  The two reasons we need to stop driving so much are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pollutes the air AND we all need to exercise more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-8841258000021270891?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8841258000021270891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=8841258000021270891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/8841258000021270891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/8841258000021270891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-save-world-4th-grade.html' title='Let&apos;s Save the World!  (4th grade)'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-9022675804696824807</id><published>2008-01-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:54:24.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the World a Better Place (4th Grade)</title><content type='html'>To make the world a better place I would help people that didn't have houses and sleep on the ground.  I would also help the kids that were sick in the hospital.  I would help the animals that didn't have a home.&lt;div&gt;I would also ask people if they wanted to work at making the world a better place by cleaning it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will be my favorite wish of making the world a better place?  It would be that bad people wouldn't kill the people that didn't do anything to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also help the world by giving them a better place.  I would also help people by taking them to the hospital so they could get better and be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also help the kids at their schools by giving them school supplies.  I would help people by giving them shoes, clothes, and the most important thing--food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that will make the world a much better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-9022675804696824807?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9022675804696824807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-5919269383492659166</id><published>2008-01-18T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:50:20.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Grade</title><content type='html'>BOOM!  It was staring at me.  I was looking around to find a way out.  I was scared to death.  I was screaming but no one could hear me.  I pushed everything I saw.  I felt breathing on my arms.  I look to see if I saw anything around me.  I saw nothing.  It was night, exactly 8:00 p.m.  Then I saw a light.  I moved towards it.  It was my cellphone.  I answered it, "Hello?"  I heard breathing on the other end.  I said, "Who is this and what do you want?"  Then I heard screaming on the other end!  I dropped my phone.  It was me screaming.  I asked again, "Who are you?"  No one answered.  I got more scared.  Suddenly I hear someone call me.  It was my 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clever&lt;br /&gt;My sister says whatever&lt;br /&gt;My brother says ghetto&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather likes the house meadow&lt;br /&gt;I want my mom to deep-fry my chicken&lt;br /&gt;I hope spy’s don’t cry, lie, or say bulls eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-3779103402716085372?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3779103402716085372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=3779103402716085372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3779103402716085372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-1271447430265468774</id><published>2007-12-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:32:04.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher Story!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We have a special story today from a Holaway Teacher. Mr. Kreamer will leave you wanting more. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Race…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suitcase had to make it; for her life depended on it. The train was packed and we watched over it with the weariness of a new mother with an infant. “We don’t have much time” Jane said. “We’ll make it” I said. We had to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train kept rolling along as steadily as a heartbeat. Babies cried and mothers tried to hush them. A man dozed off, attempting to escape the crowded train. “How much long” I asked. Jane pulled out the dusty map from her oversized duffel bag; the same map that got us into all this mess. “From the looks of it, about 30 more miles” Jane answered, unsure of herself. I glanced over her shoulder and looked myself. As my eyes found the trail, the memories all came back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Yeah and only 20 minutes to get there,” I answered. “It will take a miracle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I glanced back out the window and as I did so, I noticed a man from the corner of my eye. He was fair skinned, tall with jet black hair, and a mustache that hadn’t been trimmed for weeks. He was sitting across the aisle, with his dark eyes focused on the map, then the suitcase, and back to the map. I forgot the beautiful scenery whizzing by and diverted my attention to the new stimuli. Slowly, I tried to signal Jane to put away the map without causing too much notice. He looked like them, and was probably as brainwashed and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jane, engulfed in mapping our puzzling memories, was oblivious to our new stranger. “Once we get there, we will have to head north then west to reach the Devil’s Point.” “Not now” I said as unnoticeably as possible. I reached my hand to Jane’s, still engulfed in our map. We made contact and I startled her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was then that she noticed our new found observer. She looked up and tried to fold the map quickly. My hand reached for the suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of a sudden the lights went out; the train lurched forward, and died on the tracks. Screams were heard by the surrounding mountainside. I tightened my grip on the suitcase and reached for Jan’s hand. I found a petite, smooth, female hand and rushed to the fingers to see if it was Jane’s; for if it is she would have her luck emerald ring on. Hastily I searched for the ring, but my fingers found nothing. I tried to call out, but my voice was as gone as the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The conductor tried to speak through the static and hysteria, but was clear as heavy fog. The lights flickered on off then stayed on. I could hear the engine roaring, attempting to start.&lt;br /&gt;Once we started, reality set in. I came to and tightened both my grips. “Oww my hand” came a tiny voice. I glanced over and found Jane’s hand was not in mine. It belonged to a very distraught little girl who was wanting me to relieve her pain. “Sorry” I muttered and released her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jane automatically invaded the forefront of my thoughts. Where was she, where was her bad, where was the map? I scanned the room, interrogating everybody with my eyes. Why would Jane get up? Why would she leave her seat? We were a team, in this together. While my mind raced for her and the answer, I remembered the most important piece of equipment, the briefcase. I reached for it and finding it on the floor, again regained my death grip.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes resumed the desperate search for my esteemed colleague. I could not find her. My mind thought about going to look for her, but I would not want to risk losing my seat. Last seat last row against the wall. Nobody to sneak up on us. Jane found the seat, “This is perfect” she said as we sat down. Where was she? Again, I scanned the train car, wishing I could again meet those emerald green eyes of hers. My mind started facing again; the map, the meeting point, Stacey. Poor Stacey, for it would be her life that the briefcase would determine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The train leapt forward and again we were moving. My eyes were sear5ching and found not who I was looking for. It was the curious stranger, though he moved a couple of rows ahead of me. While I studied this new fact, my eyes started wandering over the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That’s when I saw her; the familiar pony tail, the beige coat thrown together and covered in patches, the pink hair tied. Janie, I found her, but why had she moved? I noticed an empty seat next to Jane and decided to make my move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got up and started walking towards the empty seat. The curious stranger also rose from his sea, as if we had planned it, and walked towards Jane. I froze for a second and watched him walk to the front of the car. “Huh, maybe he is not who I thought he was” I said. I moved along the aisle and reached Jane. “May I sit please?” I asked. Jane looked up at me with a strange curiosity, almost as if to say, “How did you find me here?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-1271447430265468774?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1271447430265468774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=1271447430265468774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/1271447430265468774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/1271447430265468774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/12/kindergarten-writes.html' title='Kindergarten Writes!'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R2KncR02G6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/Up1USMwEZkI/s72-c/Summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-7965987519963640048</id><published>2007-12-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:26:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R2KgkR02GpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k_U8DNwu7qU/s1600-h/Salma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143850269531314834" 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type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-dream.html' title='A True Dream'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R2KgkR02GpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/k_U8DNwu7qU/s72-c/Salma1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-4302051151585456609</id><published>2007-12-10T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:30:42.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>Grade:  1st Grade&lt;br /&gt;Class:  Harland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-7066568175811094861</id><published>2007-11-30T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:40:28.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R1BkfRs44uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/taPThOj1dKM/s1600-R/mlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grade: 5th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignment: Write one sentence as a reaction to current newspaper articles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a dream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dream that there would be no more people dying or killing others and that people would help clean up the world to be a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dream that the world will stop killing people and stop wars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dream that everybody that lives on Earth would never fight so that we can live in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a dream that for once in my young life I can wake up and walk outside without being afraid of someone getting me....oh how that would be so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-7066568175811094861?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7066568175811094861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-5059109710575095566</id><published>2007-11-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:40:59.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/R0RlvBs44tI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pmRzjJXI6GQ/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grade: 5th&lt;br /&gt;Class: Labuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the oven the turkey goes&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the goodness with my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is making mashed potato&lt;br /&gt;While my dad is cutting up tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;I spy a slice of pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING goes the timer the turkey is done&lt;br /&gt;We will sit down to eat and later have some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the games that we will play&lt;br /&gt;Revolve around Thanksgiving Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that are happy&lt;br /&gt;Have a joyful Thanksgiving---like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's today&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its Thanksgiving Day&lt;br /&gt;It is not a day to feel bad and grey&lt;br /&gt;It is a day to give thanks and praise&lt;br /&gt;So listen to what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;The only way to have a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;Is to should and scream "HOORAY"&lt;br /&gt;Plus say things you have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a day to be happy and good&lt;br /&gt;Not a day to be evil and rude&lt;br /&gt;Don't have your mouth open while chewing food&lt;br /&gt;Do not be in a bad mood&lt;br /&gt;Down by the pond where I stood&lt;br /&gt;A fish jumped out in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;So be like the fish&lt;br /&gt;and fulfill Thanksgiving wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hanks, the great family, thanksgiving and the great time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;is for &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nderstanding all about the great food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R &lt;/strong&gt;is for the delicious &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;oast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; is for how great the &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;itchen smell is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;is for the Dallas Cowboys great &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ntertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y &lt;/strong&gt;is for &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou, Mom and Dad. For making every great thing happen in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-5059109710575095566?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5059109710575095566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=5059109710575095566' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5059109710575095566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/5059109710575095566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-1533074529274256408</id><published>2007-11-16T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:08:59.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lual Remembers...</title><content type='html'>One day, I went to the jungle. I saw a tiger, but the tiger didn't see me. I saw the tiger. He was eating something. At first, I hid by the tree so he wouldn't see me. I was so scared. I saw a lion running toward me. The lion lunged at me and I fell to the ground. The lion jumped over me to eat the tiger. They were chasing each other. The lion wanted to eat the tiger, but the tiger didn't want to be eaten. When I saw them running away, I got up from the ground. I looked and a bird flew right into my hand. That bird became my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family was coming to the United States. My Mom told me, "W are leaving Africa." I was so sad because I would miss my bird. When I first came to America, I went to Prince Elementary School. I was in teh third grade. I had a neighbor who became my friend. Then we were moving again to Park Ave. I was going to the park with my brothers. We were riding bikes. I saw Holaway. It was a good school I came to Holaway in fourth grade. I liked my teacher and I liked all the students in my class. I saw two kids. Their names were Alex and Luis. those two students became my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to fifth grade with some students in my class. I take the bus every dasy. My teacher is a great teacher. She lets us play kickball every Friday. On Halloween day, we had a great party. We had popcorn and we watched a movie on the Smart Board. Our teacher said we have to do a word search and coloring. In the other room, I colored a monster. In my class, we were doing math and we had a contest to show our costume. There were three judges and the prize was a big, long candy. After that, we all thanked our principal because he let us have the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday, we are going to a museum to see paintings and do activities. I am so excited about the trip. Then on April 18, we are going to Biztown. We have to sell some certificates to raise money for more field trips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-1533074529274256408?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1533074529274256408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=1533074529274256408' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/1533074529274256408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/1533074529274256408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/lual-remembers.html' title='Lual Remembers...'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-7127909409394652993</id><published>2007-11-13T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:53:35.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Rzoq24pTIYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5qz4PUIH_eA/s1600-h/IMG_0438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132461847749009794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Rzoq24pTIYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5qz4PUIH_eA/s320/IMG_0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We asked Ms. Manley 4 questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Q.Would you rather live in a beautiful house and have an ugly car or have an ugly house and beautiful car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Oh that is easy! A beautiful house and an ugly car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Q. Would you rather be gossiped about or never talked about at all? (no one knows you) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Well, since you put it that way...I rather be gossiped about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Q. Would you rather always lose or never play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Wow! (eyes blinking) That is a hard one. (sigh) I'd have to go with always lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Q. Would you rather have one wish now, or wait 10 years for 3 wishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. (looks around) I think I'm going to have to wait 10 years for 3 wishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-7127909409394652993?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7127909409394652993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=7127909409394652993' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/7127909409394652993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/7127909409394652993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/interview-pt-3.html' title='Interview pt. 3'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Rzoq24pTIYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5qz4PUIH_eA/s72-c/IMG_0438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-747921307351722644</id><published>2007-11-13T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:44:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzoovopTIXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qgREiwtqzMI/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132459524171702642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzoovopTIXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qgREiwtqzMI/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we asked Mrs. Labuda a few silly questions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you rather eat a bar of soap or drink the bottle of dish soap? She replied, “I’d rather eat a bar of soap.” According to her story she had experience from when she was little.&lt;br /&gt;2. The second question we asked was, “Would you rather be called racist or be a traitor to your country?” She spent almost an hour thinking about it. Her answer was… she would rather be racist. (If I was the one answering that question I think I would take a long time too.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Next question was… “Would you rather give up your daughter or husband?” She quickly said, “Husband.”&lt;br /&gt;4. The fourth question was… “Would you rather watch a dog eat his own throw up or a baby throw up on you?!” She thought for a second… and replied, “I would rather watch a dog eat his own throw up.”&lt;br /&gt;That was a lot of questions to ask Ms. Labuda. She really thought hard to answer them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-747921307351722644?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/747921307351722644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=747921307351722644' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/747921307351722644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/747921307351722644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/interview-pt-2.html' title='Interview pt. 2'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzoovopTIXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qgREiwtqzMI/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-8807469998191801222</id><published>2007-11-07T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:43:04.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Arts Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzJEX7rT56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lj_GFgNgQuo/s1600-h/IMG_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130238103475447714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzJEX7rT56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lj_GFgNgQuo/s320/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms. Colvin interview By Luz and Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: If you could pick between a million dollars and true love which would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I would pick 1 million dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Would you rather be a traitor to your country or be called racist?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I would rather be called a traitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Would you rather always lose or never play?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I would rather always lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Would you rather forget everyone else or forget yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I would rather forget everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-8807469998191801222?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8807469998191801222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=8807469998191801222' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/8807469998191801222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/8807469998191801222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/media-arts-interview.html' title='Media Arts Interview'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzJEX7rT56I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lj_GFgNgQuo/s72-c/IMG_0185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-216033079326117164</id><published>2007-11-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:34:23.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade</title><content type='html'>Assignment: Take a photo of "Fall" and write a reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grade: 4th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIydrrT5zI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z0OQrf8DLUc/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218411050395442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIydrrT5zI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z0OQrf8DLUc/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIzJbrT55I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xaydcv1q-00/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130219162669672338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIzJbrT55I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Xaydcv1q-00/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIzB7rT54I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hEESubnShcM/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130219033820653442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIzB7rT54I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hEESubnShcM/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIy7rrT53I/AAAAAAAAAGM/IFWCX3jENQs/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218926446471026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIy7rrT53I/AAAAAAAAAGM/IFWCX3jENQs/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIy2rrT52I/AAAAAAAAAGE/bZ-U8ZoviOY/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218840547125090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIy2rrT52I/AAAAAAAAAGE/bZ-U8ZoviOY/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIytbrT51I/AAAAAAAAAF8/BbqJ7IzHMVg/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218681633335122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIytbrT51I/AAAAAAAAAF8/BbqJ7IzHMVg/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIynLrT50I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vuMa9y8SdbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218574259152706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIynLrT50I/AAAAAAAAAF0/vuMa9y8SdbQ/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIyWbrT5yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DGdiXypy1MI/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218286496343842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIyWbrT5yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DGdiXypy1MI/s320/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIyG7rT5wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/waohNA47rRc/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130218020208371458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIyG7rT5wI/AAAAAAAAAFU/waohNA47rRc/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall and Change&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is like a breath of fresh air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is a ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is like a yellowish, redish, and orangish wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall is ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is like dry leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Fall is a ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is full or change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall I love, what a great thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fall is a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is like a nice day outside, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is a ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Andrea, Marissa, Vincent, and Neyongere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a picutre of a dead leaf, and then leaves from a tree that was green. The green leaves were much prettier, and had more excitement. The dead leaf didn't have any joy to it. In fall the leaves change colors to orange and yellow, maybe red. But in spring, the leaves stay on the trees, and they stay green. Evergreen trees stay green throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ulises, Anissa, and Karisma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is windy and nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All we know is that it is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the leaves are falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and coolder here in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Tessa, and Flora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIwMrrT5sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B1PKm0j-vS8/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130215919969363650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIwMrrT5sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B1PKm0j-vS8/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIv5LrT5rI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SK-qM3iRf5U/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130215584961914546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIv5LrT5rI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SK-qM3iRf5U/s320/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIyAbrT5vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B7i7q1JP008/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130217908539221746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIyAbrT5vI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B7i7q1JP008/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIwqbrT5uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Q38_iXb7zU/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130216431070471906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIwqbrT5uI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Q38_iXb7zU/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIwTrrT5tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P2-_kDAnm44/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130216040228447954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIwTrrT5tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/P2-_kDAnm44/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-216033079326117164?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/216033079326117164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=216033079326117164' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/216033079326117164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/216033079326117164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/4th-grade_07.html' title='4th Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzIydrrT5zI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Z0OQrf8DLUc/s72-c/IMG_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-875487416797044579</id><published>2007-11-07T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:13:23.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Grade Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzHwsbrT5qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-fI2QOyBVfY/s1600-h/jaysyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130146096686032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzHwsbrT5qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-fI2QOyBVfY/s320/jaysyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It I slowold a pukin it will tast gros and slimey. and I will be fat and it will be big it will smel like garbie. the stem will pok my stumik and I wold have a stumikake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Jaysyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was counting my Haloween candy.  When all of asudden I herd a crash The crash came from my room.  I went to my room noting was tar.  and Then I herd The sawnd agin.  This time it came from the liveing room.  I got out of the room.  it was a gout The gout went boo.  I was skard.  Then the gout was Agry when I scrym.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-875487416797044579?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/875487416797044579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=875487416797044579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/875487416797044579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/875487416797044579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-grade-halloween.html' title='2nd Grade Halloween'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzHwsbrT5qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-fI2QOyBVfY/s72-c/jaysyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-582455808327340424</id><published>2007-11-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:35:04.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Grade Journal Writing</title><content type='html'>Dear Ms. H,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are The bes't Trech In the wlord. p.s. you look nice to day. by The wa wat are you dagoin. I navr want to lev you. I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Taylor&lt;br /&gt;October 4, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sakt park has ramps loos of them there is a hi hi ramp! I did a 360 off the hugj ramp. it was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130143120273696386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzHt_LrT5oI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R6AZNUtitss/s320/taylor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;by Taylor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-582455808327340424?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/582455808327340424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=582455808327340424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/582455808327340424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/582455808327340424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-grade-journal-writing.html' title='2nd Grade Journal Writing'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RzHt_LrT5oI/AAAAAAAAAEU/R6AZNUtitss/s72-c/taylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-3710740129575509593</id><published>2007-11-05T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:35:28.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Ry9wxLrT5lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Lfo3rIZ9-4g/s1600-h/halloween_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grade: 4th&lt;/div&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;Today in Mrs. Clark's clas we made costumes for Halloween. We used paper and crayola. I was a blue M&amp;amp;M. We walked to the office. We said, "Trick or treat!" They gave us candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Niyongere&lt;/div&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;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-3710740129575509593?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3710740129575509593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=3710740129575509593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3710740129575509593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3710740129575509593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/4th-grade.html' title='4th Grade'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-1089909751911220339</id><published>2007-11-05T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:41:40.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Writings</title><content type='html'>Assignment: 1st person Halloween narrative&lt;br /&gt;Grade: 5th&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Ry9s4LrT5kI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UkCf2hg43Pk/s1600-h/haunted-house-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Boo!” One of the big boys said at me as I walked past them. One shouted behind him, “Don’t get scared of the house on 31st street!” I’ve never been near that house because people go in and never come out. Today I was determined to go into that house. I started walking up the street and stopped at the gate that lead up the stairs to the scary house. I opened the gate, walked up the steps, and opened the door. I walked in and the first thing I saw was a big bag. I walked up to it and the door shut behind me. I ran back but it was locked. “Oh no,” I cried. “I’m locked in forever!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My name is Chris. Today is Halloween and I’m trick or treating around the block. My parents told me not to go to the house at the end of the street. They said I should never go there. I’m not sure why. Who really cares?&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night I walked around the block. I was wondering if the houses at the end of the street give out candy. I started walking to the end. I knocked but nobody answered. I knocked again and the door opened. Then I said, “Trick or treat!” I heard a woman’s voice say, “Happy Halloween.” I saw her. She was dressed like a witch.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I walked home and told my dad that I went to the house at the end. They wanted to know how much candy I go from them. I told him around 20 pieces. Then they wanted to know how many total I had. I said, “120.”&lt;br /&gt;I never got in trouble for visiting the house at the end of the street. I did get to eat a lot of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Roman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-1089909751911220339?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1089909751911220339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=1089909751911220339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/1089909751911220339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/1089909751911220339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/haunted-writings.html' title='Haunted Writings'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-8936438817156701176</id><published>2007-11-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:41:53.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Ry9ykbrT5mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GOPeCyxv4xk/s1600-h/steelers.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignment: Free writing&lt;br /&gt;Grade: 5th&lt;br /&gt;Class: Labuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MY FAVORITE TEAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY favorite team is the PITTSBURGH STEELERS. Last year they won the super bowl against the Indianapolis Colts. The score was Colts 23 Steelers 42. My star last year was Jerome Bettis. This year is Ben Roethlisburger, Hines Ward and Troy Polomalu.&lt;br /&gt;Troy’s sacks were 87 last year. He had about 4 or 5 sacks a game. Last year Jerome bettis and Hines Ward were the star players. This year I hope they make it to the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Roman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-8936438817156701176?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8936438817156701176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=8936438817156701176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/8936438817156701176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/8936438817156701176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/favorite-team.html' title='Favorite Team'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8227086507725940610.post-2940993038701447070</id><published>2007-11-02T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:42:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/Ry95UbrT5nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v7ec-7f92J8/s1600-h/alaska.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assignment: Write a persuasive letter from a fictional story starter&lt;br /&gt;Grade: 5th&lt;br /&gt;Class: Labuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to put this in the nicest way I can. You know how were moving to Alaska, well you must be off your rocker because if we move we will leave everyone we know and love. Besides, if we move I will be forced to start at a new school and you know how I feel about starting at a new school. Why do we have to move?&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold in Alaska. If we go fishing by the time we get there the fish will be frozen inside out. Please dad, I don’t want to move to Alaska because we both know we don’t want to leave our friends and family. Please think about it so you can make up your mind. If we do move don’t get up on the wrong side of the bed because it’s below zero in the morning because you already new it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;You told me you’ve been there, you said it was beautiful there but it got chilly in the mornings. I’m not a cold person, remember? Ever sense I went outside to play in the snow that had fallen, my hand is numb just thinking about it. I can still remember my hands, ice cold, in the nice hot water you put them in. As the numbness slowly disappeared in my hands, they slowly came back to life. The blood in my hands started flowing again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is one thing that’s good about moving to Alaska, we won’t sweat as much as we do here. It’s really hot in Tucson but it’s not hot in Alaska. Alaska has streams and big rivers; Tucson has not one stream or river. Alaska is not that bad but I still don’t want to move, do you really have to get that job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your disappointed daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-2940993038701447070?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2940993038701447070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=2940993038701447070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/2940993038701447070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/2940993038701447070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-dad.html' title='Dear Dad'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-3859216494387655569</id><published>2007-10-31T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:27:33.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Grade Writing</title><content type='html'>Assignment: Write a Halloween story from the 1st or 3rd person&lt;br /&gt;Grade: 5th&lt;br /&gt;Class: Kreamer &amp;amp; Labuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was Halloween night and I was so excited to finally go trick or treating. I collected so much candy but there was one more house to go to. People say it’s haunted, but I went and rang the doorbell. The door opened by itself so I went inside. I walked in a few steps and the door closed behind me. It was dark and scary and very dusty inside but I went in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Andrew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a spooky night a day before Halloween I went into my room and laid out my clothes for the next day. As I lay down on my bed I watched my clothes slowly rise into thin air. I tried to hide but my whole room was upside down. Before I knew it I screamed, “HELP!!!!” But nobody came. I began to hear, “They cant here you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Why…why not?”&lt;br /&gt;“Because they just can’t. Come with me and you will live forever!”&lt;br /&gt;“But that’s impossible.”&lt;br /&gt;“Just come my child.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on I was never seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sarah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I went trick or treating. My parents told me to not to go to the big house at the end of the street. I snuck out of my house and went to the big house anyway. My friends told me that the big house was haunted. When my friends and I got to the haunted house, my friends and I heard somebody screaming inside. The door was open and we heard a lot of noises. Then we went upstairs and heard then sound of a teeny baby crying her eyes out. We went to the room where the baby was crying and there was nothing there. We heard men coming up the stairs saying, “I’m coming to get you!” We ran down the stairs as fast as we could and ran right out the door. We never went to that house ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Luis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8227086507725940610-3859216494387655569?l=holawaywriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3859216494387655569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8227086507725940610&amp;postID=3859216494387655569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3859216494387655569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8227086507725940610/posts/default/3859216494387655569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holawaywriting.blogspot.com/2007/10/5th-grade-writing.html' title='5th Grade Writing'/><author><name>HolawayWriting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01487064525661057360</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-8227086507725940610.post-5160183986045092829</id><published>2007-10-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:30:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RyJNsJ1pM0I/AAAAAAAAADc/cmEYu1Sbt80/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125744746851545922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Rpnx5AhZEw/RyJNsJ1pM0I/AAAAAAAAADc/cmEYu1Sbt80/s200/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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