<?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-8385696778232447188</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:58:17.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As We Know It...</title><subtitle type='html'>From steroetypes to lessons learned; this blog will go through different things to remember throughout highschool.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-4922892662090083574</id><published>2009-05-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:58:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;High school is filled with drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is drama between friends;&lt;br /&gt;drama between you and your friend's friend;&lt;br /&gt;or drama that you hear about from your friend and another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIGHSCHOOL IS DRAMA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried my best to stay out of drama but it follows you every where. Most of the time, for me at least, I just hear about it from my friends. Occasionally, drama starts between me and someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckly most of these cases have worked themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it is a misunderstanding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it takes someone to forgive and forget &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it needs some time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it needs to be talked though&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it could never be fixed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back on the past 4 years I recall many different situation that needed these different solutions. At times I assume things. At times I looked at the problem and realized that I was making a bigger deal out of something that wasnt that big of a deal. There were times that problem got better with time and they were easier to talk about and get past. Some situation needed to be talked about even if I really didn't want to. And there are always those situation that can never be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a best friend turns on you; stabs you in the back. Or when an aquantance tries her hardest to steal a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only my experiences problems that could never go back to the way they were or be solved. But I'm sure there are many more in a teenager's life; and many more I will experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when entering highschool, feeling awesome that you are no longer a middle schooler; remember to be ready for drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Highschool is filled with drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-4922892662090083574?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/4922892662090083574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=4922892662090083574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/4922892662090083574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/4922892662090083574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama.html' title='Drama...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-7341564382522510402</id><published>2009-05-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:43:22.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!...PROM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So prom is finally here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plans have changed once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My date is Dallas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dress - still yellow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair done at Capri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictures at Tiffany's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandmarch at Kennedy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner at Elmcrest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance at Elmcrest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post prom at bowling ally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;post post prom...who knows where!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work every day this week; except for tomarrow. And tomarrow these things need to be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find dressy sandles to change into after pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the bank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my nails done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-order me and Dallas' flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get "clothes" for under my dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch results of American  Idol!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh my god. I just feel like there is so much to do and only one day to do it since I work every flippin' day this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it should all be worth it. Dallas doesnt really want to go, but he does want to go with me, and doesnt want me to have to go with anyone else. Hopefully it will turn out more fun than he thinks it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Hopefully &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no drama happens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We are in a group with my friends who happen have dates that are Dallas' friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for one girl who has cheated on Dallas' bestfriend/"brother". There are hard feelings on both sides and she is in the group we are going with.  Dallas said he won't cause anything so hopefully nothing does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is going to be an amazing night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One night that I have thought and dreamed about for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A night that I will never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-7341564382522510402?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/7341564382522510402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=7341564382522510402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7341564382522510402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7341564382522510402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/05/omgprom.html' title='OMG!...PROM'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-5836781572599183317</id><published>2009-05-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:56:34.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Wolverine...</title><content type='html'>James Logan aka &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt; and his brother Victor Creed (who will later become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sabretooth&lt;/span&gt;) run away together as children in the mid 1850's after Logan kills their biological father who had murdered Logan's adoptive father.&lt;br /&gt;After serving together in many wars they are recruited by William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stryker&lt;/span&gt; to serve in a special unit made up of mutants. After wiping out an African &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;villiage&lt;/span&gt;, Logan quits the unit and goes off to live a life of peace in the Canadian Rockies with his girlfriend later to be known as the Silver Fox.&lt;br /&gt;Six years pass for the both of them until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stryker&lt;/span&gt; shows up and asks Logan to come back and be a part of a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Weapon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;X project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Logan refuses but Creed shows up and murders Logan's girlfriend leaving him wanting revenge against his brother.&lt;br /&gt;Logan accepts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Strykers&lt;/span&gt; offer to be infused with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adamantium&lt;/span&gt; so that he can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;indestructable&lt;/span&gt; and go after his revenge but is double crossed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stryker&lt;/span&gt; and hears him give the order to wipe his memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Escaping before this can happen, he goes searching for Creed killing anyone who gets in his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reuniting with a few members of his old team, he finds out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stryker&lt;/span&gt; and Creed are actually working together to kidnap mutants and keep them in confinement working on a new project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the hottest guy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; world right?&lt;br /&gt;So he's been in several movies I love including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Helsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X-Men : The Last Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Prestige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, if you couldn't already tell, I am way excited to see this movie. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; going tonight; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OPENING NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-5836781572599183317?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/5836781572599183317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=5836781572599183317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/5836781572599183317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/5836781572599183317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/05/james-logan-aka-wolverine-and-his.html' title='Me and Wolverine...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-1686653344122996260</id><published>2009-04-16T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:07:14.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Ever Wish...</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wish everything went the way you wanted them to go? Do you ever wish things were back to the way they were, the way they use to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish you could hear what people are thinking, listen to what everyone is saying or do what everyone else gets to do? Is it our own fault that we cannot relate to those in need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me who wants things to go my way; whose dreams get broken because they only exist in fairy tales? Am I the only one who wants peace; everything to work out with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I over-react to all the little things that go wrong? Who else can't see beyond the present? Does anyone out there want the things I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't anyone understand me; comprehend my past, present and future? Who is out there that look past my fake emotions and see the real me? Is anyone out there that can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one who puts thier whole heart in your relationships, then when it ends, gets broken? Who am I to hold back myself from loving and caring the way that others care and love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone in the end get hurt? Whom among us hasn't loved and lost that love? Is there anyone who has that perfect life and doesn't have to experience the pain of the loss in thier own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people understand one another? Who can't give up a small amount of time and energy for someone you love? Is selfishness the new moral to live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't every little girl's dreams soon be broken by that one guy who doesn't care? Will someone be there to hold me up when I fall? Will someone hear me if I cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you every wish everything went the way you wanted them to go? Do you ever wish things were back to the way they were, the way they use to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-1686653344122996260?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/1686653344122996260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=1686653344122996260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1686653344122996260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1686653344122996260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-you-ever-wish.html' title='Don&apos;t You Ever Wish...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-4792900903752192937</id><published>2009-04-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:59:53.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Purposeful Purpose?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well as we all know, education for minors is a law. You must get an education if you are below a certain age. But is that the point of public schools?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Public schools may just be around because the government needs a place for kids and teenagers to attend to receive an education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Schools are expected to teach and prepare the attendees for their future. Schools should give an education as well as life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered public school, coming from a small, private, Christian school, I was overwhelmed &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sedj9ATu3kI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dWXxCImgvWE/s1600-h/high-school.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334984094834242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sedj9ATu3kI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dWXxCImgvWE/s200/high-school.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with change. In public schools you have to work with people you don’t like as well as meet people you don’t get along with. I think that a purpose of public schools is to educate youth and give life experiences but also suppose to give you a better idea of who you are. As you go though school, you meet new people and find certain people interesting. You find yourself in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as generation and generation move through school, our world and public schools have changed. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems like school has become a “day care” for students.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not many are worried about education or worried about their future; they are just worried about who they are going to sit by at lunch. Popularity and the “in crowd” is the main focus at schools now; who is on top of the social ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that the purpose of public schools?&lt;/span&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/8385696778232447188-4792900903752192937?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/4792900903752192937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=4792900903752192937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/4792900903752192937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/4792900903752192937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/purposeful-purpose.html' title='A Purposeful Purpose?...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sedj9ATu3kI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dWXxCImgvWE/s72-c/high-school.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-4956706468622482149</id><published>2009-04-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:06:23.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Inspiration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;door of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt; closes, another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but often we look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; s  o             l  o  n  g &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;closed &lt;/span&gt;door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we do not see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that has been &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;opened &lt;/span&gt;for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You learn to&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; speak&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;studying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;run &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;running,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; just so&lt;/span&gt; you learn to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;man by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;St. Francis De Sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-4956706468622482149?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/4956706468622482149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=4956706468622482149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/4956706468622482149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/4956706468622482149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-inspiration.html' title='A Little Inspiration...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-1120865560319742595</id><published>2009-04-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:05:03.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor...</title><content type='html'>So I love Taylor Swift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would bet that every highschool girl does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought that she was - alright - and just like all the other girl singers trying to hit it big in Hollywood. But then I found out that she writes all her own music. Every word and every note is her own and original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can say that for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now in my perspectives class, we are researching the use of music sampling to make a different song. Is that copywriting or okay? That's what we are suppose to determin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you write all your own music - like Taylor Swift - you wouldn't need to worry about if you are taking someone else's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why writing your own music and lyrics is so important to me is because you will sing it with emotion. They are your feelings and emotions and thoughts and that will come out in the singing. Now whenever I listen to Taylor Swift, I know that the words are her own and accually mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever and Always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was I out of line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Did I say something way too honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That made you run and hide like a scared little boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked into your eyes, thought I knew you for a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm not so sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's to everything, coming down to nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to silence that cuts me to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where is this going? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought I knew for a minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I don't anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I stare at the phone and he still hasn't called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you feel so low, you can't feel nothin' at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you flashback to when he said forever and always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She never noticed how you stop and stare whenever she walks by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you can't see me wanting you the way you want her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you are everything to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just want to show you, she don't even know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's never gonna love you like I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you just see right through me but if you only knew me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievableInstead of just invisible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say you're sorry, that face of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comes out just when you need it to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I paced back and forth all this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I honestly believed in you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holding on, the days drag on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid girl, I should have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lead her up the stairwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a dreamer before you went and let me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-1120865560319742595?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/1120865560319742595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=1120865560319742595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1120865560319742595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1120865560319742595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/taylor.html' title='Taylor...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-870562799716253936</id><published>2009-04-14T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:42:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can not wait for prom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am way beyond way excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So what dress am I wearing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SeS8pZ8DcKI/AAAAAAAAABw/BcbB3cMqg78/s1600-h/untitledad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324588078982197410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SeS8pZ8DcKI/AAAAAAAAABw/BcbB3cMqg78/s200/untitledad.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My dress not a huge dress. It's a simple floorlength, v-neck dress. The back of the dress is also in a v-shape and cuts down low on my back. It is a yellow dress with white "squiggles" thoughout it. The neckline is beaded with bronze colored beads as well as along the back of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I am so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(The picture is not the exact dress I am planning on wearing, just close to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have decided to leave my hair down. I think I am going to have the sides pulled back and it left down curled with my bangs hanging in the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Who is my date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, I am going with one of my friends. His name is Adam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prom night is going to be a blast. Just all of us seniors; one last dance - all together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-870562799716253936?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/870562799716253936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=870562799716253936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/870562799716253936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/870562799716253936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-last-dance.html' title='One Last Dance'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SeS8pZ8DcKI/AAAAAAAAABw/BcbB3cMqg78/s72-c/untitledad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-3385085562011617893</id><published>2009-04-09T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:10:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen into Place</title><content type='html'>Many parents begin worrying about sending their children to college as soon as they are born. Kids, on the other hand, find their own time to begin considering their options. And, those options are plentiful, with private, public, in-state, out-of- state, liberal arts and technical schools all among the mix. It is not surprising that some teenagers would rather visit their Facebook page than begin thinking about life after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sd4rT75WkFI/AAAAAAAAABo/ed4PGKp6d0U/s1600-h/hairstylist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322739431094259794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sd4rT75WkFI/AAAAAAAAABo/ed4PGKp6d0U/s200/hairstylist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But choosing a college does not have to be painful. It can actually be exciting. Approaching the matter openly will make the process rewarding and successful. A visit to a school guidance counselor early in their high school career can help students begin to plan for the future. The sooner students start looking ahead, the better their options will be when they start making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to tour my college once more. I leased my appartment for August 1st and can't wait till I get to move out of my parents house and into my appartment and finally become a hairstylist! I'm glad I finally have a plan for after highschool; and even though I may have chosen Facebook over searching for a college a couple of times; things have still fallen into place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-3385085562011617893?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/3385085562011617893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=3385085562011617893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/3385085562011617893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/3385085562011617893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/fallen-into-place.html' title='Fallen into Place'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sd4rT75WkFI/AAAAAAAAABo/ed4PGKp6d0U/s72-c/hairstylist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-8994687820691323516</id><published>2009-04-08T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:46:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, my boyfriend broke up with me because apparently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to "grow up". He is the one who plays excesive Call of Duty and still has Pokemon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Bionicles in his room.&lt;a class="fmllink" href="http://www.fmylife.com/love/856956"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FML&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the truth! If I wrote a "FML" for every time that I have heard that I&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sd4mHaH5J0I/AAAAAAAAABg/BKlF1H1cuyQ/s1600-h/best-games-never-made-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322733718311872322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sd4mHaH5J0I/AAAAAAAAABg/BKlF1H1cuyQ/s200/best-games-never-made-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; am immature from a guy who still plays &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/index.xml"&gt;WOW&lt;/a&gt; ( for all you out there who don't know what WOW is ; World Of Warcraft) and wears his pajama's all day...I'm pretty sure I'd have a billion "FML" stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it, with boys and thier toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is a video game like Halo 3 or Call of Duty 4 , or a video game like DOTA or WOW , or even thier cars, computers, phones or iPods; boys seem to always put "toys' first. I use to think that guys got rid of these habits as they matured. But either they guys I know haven't matured or the "toys" never go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you boys, who love your toys. May they always keep you entertained and immature!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-8994687820691323516?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/8994687820691323516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=8994687820691323516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/8994687820691323516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/8994687820691323516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-to-you.html' title='Here&apos;s To You...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/Sd4mHaH5J0I/AAAAAAAAABg/BKlF1H1cuyQ/s72-c/best-games-never-made-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-8012314605857635634</id><published>2009-04-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:28:25.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear...</title><content type='html'>Dear all those out there who thinks a teens life is easy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even remember being a teenager? Do you remember how YOU felt towards your parents? Do you remember the stress of school, your friends, your enemies, your family or your job? Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teens life is hard! &lt;a href="http://skuttles-says.blogspot.com/"&gt;There are teens out there, everywhere, who are trying to be heard, want to get thier voices out and help kids beginning to become a teenager.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices have to be made every single day. Some choices that you may think are easy; but in reality are hard for a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respecting the teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Participating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;...easy choices? Well maybe for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give teenagers a little slack. Not all of them live in rich houses with awesome parents and where crowned homecoming queen. Not every teenager has eveything given to them with a bat of thier eyelashes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some teens...have a hard life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LEAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-8012314605857635634?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/8012314605857635634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=8012314605857635634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/8012314605857635634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/8012314605857635634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-all-those-out-there-who-thinks.html' title='Dear...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-9153272633192207354</id><published>2009-04-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:52:51.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me See You're MOODS Swing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SdTqvrahOBI/AAAAAAAAABY/KfuaKkgZbUU/s1600-h/sansom_a_bornloser3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320135164660103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SdTqvrahOBI/AAAAAAAAABY/KfuaKkgZbUU/s320/sansom_a_bornloser3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you just love mood swings? It seems like every teacher I have ever had has mood swings; some alot worse than others. One of my teachers, let's call him Mr. Smith, has the worst. One day he will be laughing and joking around with our class and then the next day; sitting in his desk, in a pissy mood, and not tolerating any talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why is it okay that girls have mood swings, but not adults; not teachers?" -you may be asking me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, teachers are held to a higher expectation and I guess girls are not. To me, girls are just expected to have thier "off days". No, this doesn't give them an excuse to be a drama queen but most have come to expect it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When teachers act like this...I begin to see them differnently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Don't judge, Leah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"They're having an off day, Leah!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"They are only human, Leah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, yah, yah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well future highschool students, all I have to say is; be ready for those teachers who one day seem to be the "greatest teacher in the world" and the next day throw whiteboard markers at the wall in frustration. &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/8385696778232447188-9153272633192207354?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/9153272633192207354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=9153272633192207354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/9153272633192207354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/9153272633192207354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-see-youre-moods-swing.html' title='Let Me See You&apos;re MOODS Swing...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SdTqvrahOBI/AAAAAAAAABY/KfuaKkgZbUU/s72-c/sansom_a_bornloser3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-1152720755141872372</id><published>2009-03-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:45:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior-ITIS</title><content type='html'>Senioritis : A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as graduation. Senioritis affects everyone, regardless of sex, age, height, race, etc. It happens naturally like chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally Senioritis hit me after the first few exciting weeks of being a senior. I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; excited to be a senior. I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WAS &lt;/span&gt;excited to be back at school. Now all Im excited about it getting out of school. And prom of course, oh; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;spring break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment for senioritis: Continue to slack off for the rest of the senior year, doing whatever you want. Usually graduation is the pinnacle for the end of senioritis for the student effectively becomes a college student and has to work hard otherwise he works at Burger King. In some cases, treatment may not work, and the student may exhibit senioritis in college. In these cases, it is adviseable for the student to do research on "procrastination" and possibly visit a psychiatrist for further treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-1152720755141872372?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/1152720755141872372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=1152720755141872372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1152720755141872372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1152720755141872372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/03/senior-itis.html' title='Senior-ITIS'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-781721955367458587</id><published>2009-02-12T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:54:13.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Blog</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know...this blog is for my PERSPECTIVES CLASS. So sorry readers, I am required to blog about; blogging. So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is alot &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;funner,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;cooler&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; than writting in a notebook. Here we can mess with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; SIZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAYOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;W&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S....................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOLD...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ITALICIZED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU CAN ADD MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SZQ3GjyoAOI/AAAAAAAAABA/9L6ocgrWy-c/s1600-h/halloween_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301923247148237026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SZQ3GjyoAOI/AAAAAAAAABA/9L6ocgrWy-c/s320/halloween_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is the best and smartest desicion for an assignment that I have ever gotten. Everyone seems to love it and enjoy it, and you can read your friends blogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-781721955367458587?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/781721955367458587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=781721955367458587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/781721955367458587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/781721955367458587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/02/blogging-blog.html' title='Blogging Blog'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SZQ3GjyoAOI/AAAAAAAAABA/9L6ocgrWy-c/s72-c/halloween_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-1690943248457150149</id><published>2009-02-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:34:56.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emotional Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo use to be the adjective used to discribe music. It use to discribe a genre of hardcor punk and pop punk music. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why is it that we use the word now to discribe people?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today emo is commonly tied to both music and fashion as well as an inspiration toward the emo subculture, and the term "emo" is sometimes stereotyped with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jeans" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeans"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on males and females alike, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Fringe (hair)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fringe_(hair)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; (bangs) brushed to one side of the face or over one or both eyes,&lt;/span&gt; dyed black, straight hair, tight &lt;a title="T-shirt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-shirt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;t-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(usually short-sleeved) which often bear the names of emo bands (or other designer shirts), &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;studded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Belt (clothing)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belt_(clothing)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;belts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, belt buckles,&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; canvas sneakers or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Skate shoes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skate_shoes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;skate shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or other black shoes and thick, black &lt;a title="Horn-rimmed glasses" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horn-rimmed_glasses"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;horn-rimmed glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;This fashion has at times been characterized as a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;FAD&lt;/span&gt;. Early on, emo fashion was associated with a clean cut lookbut as the style spread to younger teenagers, the style has become darker, with long bangs and emphasis on the colour black replacing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sweatervests&lt;/span&gt;.In recent years the popular media have associated emo with a stereotype that includes being emotional, sensitive or shy. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is also associated with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Depression (mood)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_(mood)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Self-injury" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-injury"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;self-injury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Suicide" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry! Not all “emos” are suicidal or cut themselves. That is just a stereotype! Personally, I think that emo hair is cool. I even now have blond, brown and blue hair. The emo style appeals to some; me included. The emos show their personality through their apperence. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;COOL!&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I just wish I didn’t care what people thought or wasn’t so insecure in how I look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Who knows, maybe one day I too will become an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-1690943248457150149?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/1690943248457150149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=1690943248457150149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1690943248457150149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1690943248457150149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/02/emotional-emo.html' title='The Emotional Emo'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-7856306049648577747</id><published>2009-02-12T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:20:32.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences Alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So as I entered high school, I quickly realized that there are many different types of people in this world. There are those who play sports – that’s it – and sports are their life. They wake up early in the morning to come to the school and lift weights to be in shape for a sport, they eat healthy food to stay in shape for their sport ; some even play a different sport just so that they will be in shape whenever it is time for THEIR sport to be in season. These kids, I like to call jocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SZQwH4D-9zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/quBkQiNryGw/s1600-h/happy-kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915573188228914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SZQwH4D-9zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/quBkQiNryGw/s320/happy-kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another type of person is the kids who may only take a shower once a week. They come to school and don’t care what they look like and don’t care what people think about their appearance. In our school they seem to hang around the gym or the right corner of our foyer. I had never stereotyped these kids before until I came to high school, where I learned that they are called “the dirties”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids who walk around with different colored hair and baggy clothes were a new type of person to me too. Some do their makeup drastically, some where crazy clothes and some of their hair is styled wacky. These kids I have learned are called “emo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, you can be whoever you want to be and there will always be someone there to be a friend; either if you want to be a jock, a snob, a prep, a dirty, a teacher’s pet or an emo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-7856306049648577747?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/7856306049648577747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=7856306049648577747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7856306049648577747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7856306049648577747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/02/differences-alike.html' title='Differences Alike'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SZQwH4D-9zI/AAAAAAAAAA4/quBkQiNryGw/s72-c/happy-kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-7067977857925344225</id><published>2009-02-08T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:24:15.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Choice</title><content type='html'>SEX --- Every teen has to learn about it in one way or another. Either if it is by watching a movie or TV, or from a parent or friend, or by a sex-ed teacher handing out condoms.For some reason the word sex makes my stomach flutter, like I'm a little girl again who found out a boy likes me. The topic just seems to be an uncomfortable topic, and a topic that I was prevented to know about while I grew up. No, I don't giggle anymore when someone talks about it and I don't blush when someone says the word "sex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers - Parents ; we know about the risks. We know that we may conceive a baby or get an STD. We understand the consequences. And the older I get, the more choices I want to make by myself. I dont just want to make a choice about sex or drugs or school - I want to decide for myself where I go to hang out and who I hang out with. I want to be able to be responsible enough to get enough sleep for school the next day and know my parents won't be staying up and waiting in the living room for me to come home. Growing up means being independent and making decisions, right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fellow students, go out there and make decisions and think about what you want in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-7067977857925344225?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/7067977857925344225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=7067977857925344225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7067977857925344225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7067977857925344225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-my-choice.html' title='It&apos;s My Choice'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-7133823273554181631</id><published>2009-02-08T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:01:57.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Common Love</title><content type='html'>There is one thing in my school that seems to connect an emo kid with a teacher's pet or a geek with a jock, and that is Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't play - I watch. My boyfriends was way addicted to Xbox. He played Call of Duty 4 and Halo 3 and Gears of War 2 all the time. Not to my knowlege until he started attending my school, did I find out EVERYONE plays Xbox! I never realized that when people talked about headshots and needlers, powning and lagging - that they were talking about video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch my boyfriend play alot. I've learned the lingo, I can now offically use "rapped" and "noobs" in a sentence correctly. I've never played but what I have done is put the headset on and listen/talk to people playing with my boyfriend. Xbox talk is like a whole different language - its like a language of hate and anger. I don't think a sentence is said with out profanity in it! Is it the game that makes the players angry or is it the players who are angry play Xbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will never know. But if you ever want to stay connected with your fellow classmates and have a fun game of Spartans killing eachother than Xbox may be the game system for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-7133823273554181631?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/7133823273554181631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=7133823273554181631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7133823273554181631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/7133823273554181631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/02/common-love.html' title='A Common Love'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-3229933156552558801</id><published>2009-02-08T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:45:48.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Highschool Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>One question has clouded my mind for the last 2 weeks or so. A question that may never be answered until my life is over, until I'm living my after life and able to look back on the life I lived on Earth. This question may be one question that everyone asks themselves when they find a person that they care about, that they may love and want to spend the rest of thier lives with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is there only one true love for everyone;  only one person out there who was made for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "God" created every person to have one true love, than what would happen if we lost them? What would happen if we had never found them or if something didn't work out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally I found the answer to my question. I have decided that there is only one person who is made for you. Adam had Eve, Romeo had Juliet, and Jack had Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is; don't settle for less. Somewhere out there is your prince or princess. Someone who will love you even when you make mistakes. Some one who thinks your perfect even though he/she knows your flaws. There is someone out there who can read your mind and know what your thinking by looking in your eyes. That person is out there;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; I found mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-3229933156552558801?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/3229933156552558801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=3229933156552558801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/3229933156552558801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/3229933156552558801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-highschool-sweetheart.html' title='My Highschool Sweetheart'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-3194267538008204050</id><published>2009-01-22T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:47:30.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 1</title><content type='html'>Highschool Lesson 1&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: People are not good at keeping secrets.&lt;/span&gt; If you tell someone a secret you might as well tell everyone, because the person you tell will most likely tell at least one person. That person will tell at least one person, and so on, until eventually everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows everything about you, but everyone knows everything about that one thing you DON'T want people to know about. Whether it is a family problem, a boyfriend/girlfriend break up, a homecoming proposal or something that you may not have remembered doing last weekend - secrets are hard to keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff happens. The best way to deal with it is to proboly just laugh it off or except that it happend and not make a big deal about it. If you make it a big deal, so will everyone else. Whenever people discuss their high school lives, they usually talk about the happiest moments or the excitement they have encountered not the gossip they heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are no secrets in highschool, someone always knows something they shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-3194267538008204050?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/3194267538008204050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=3194267538008204050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/3194267538008204050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/3194267538008204050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-1.html' title='Lesson 1'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-6114132611088284228</id><published>2009-01-22T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:30:15.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highschool Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 1.5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may believe love is walking down the beach; a stary and breezy night, hand in hand with the one person who makes them happy. Some highschool kids may believe love is walking down the hall, in a crowded and hot school, hand in hand with the person they are dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of disgust me when I am trying to walk to my next class and can't get to it unless I were to walk in the middle of two kids (proboly freshmen) macking on eachother. When I hear them say "I love you" and "I'll miss you" and then follow with something like "I don't know if I will be able to wait till next hour to see you" or "It's going to feel like eternity till I see you again", I just want to walk up to them and smack them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against the highschool dating thing, I was doing it too. I didn't ever do the "I'll miss you" "I can't live without you" thing but I dated a guy, one guy. Dallas and I met as freshmen and dating from then until this year, which is about 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard dating in highschool. There are labels that get put on you, people who talk about you, and of course that one person who isn't happy that you are together and may do something about it. Kids are still growing in highschool and may find themselves growing apart from the person they are dating; no matter how much they don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A highschool sweetheart; it's overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-6114132611088284228?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/6114132611088284228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=6114132611088284228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/6114132611088284228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/6114132611088284228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/01/highschool-love.html' title='Highschool Love'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-5948258731476283409</id><published>2009-01-08T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:51:27.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SWYPw0Rv3gI/AAAAAAAAAAo/D7i5THtP8pk/s1600-h/untitled+LAKJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288932143734447618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SWYPw0Rv3gI/AAAAAAAAAAo/D7i5THtP8pk/s320/untitled+LAKJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken Pita, Pasta Bar, Chicken Fajita, Baked Ravioli, Tortellini - sound appatizing? It would taste as good as it sounds too; except that it is coming out of a highschool cafeteria! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As highschoolers, we are all still growing. If not vertically, we are growing horizontally. Last year, we had a lunch line just for fries and burgers - and believe me - those fries were not FRENCH fries, they were &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;GREASE&lt;/span&gt; fries. So this year they were taken away as well as HY-VEE chinees Fridays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish lunch was more appatizing. Maybe I would accually stay and eat it if it looked presentable! Poor lunch ladies and lunch men, so much work! They open up a frozen box and stick it in the oven, hoping it will come out smelling and looking like it is suppose to. But all of us know that you can't usually stick baked ravioli in the oven, giving no attention to them and have them turn out the way they were ment to turn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I would rather leave for lunch with my friends and go to Wendys and get one of the new $.99 burgers. It's cheaper, more fun and proboly more healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HAPPY EATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-5948258731476283409?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/5948258731476283409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=5948258731476283409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/5948258731476283409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/5948258731476283409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-eating.html' title='Happy Eating'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/SWYPw0Rv3gI/AAAAAAAAAAo/D7i5THtP8pk/s72-c/untitled+LAKJ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-1494262405403353959</id><published>2008-12-23T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:33:52.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Highschool Prison</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I'm physically fit - but aparently I'm not. For those who don't know, it is required to take a PE course every trimester for 4 years. There are ways to get out of it of course, like playing a sport, taking an academic wavier, even &lt;strong&gt;PLAYING IN THE BAND&lt;/strong&gt; will get you out of PE class. But of course I am behind in PE credits. If you dont have enough credits in PE, you won't graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the reason why I bring up the topic of PE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the many people who have fallen behind on PE credits over the four years I have been in highschool. So, of course, my senior year - the one year you are not required to take a PE course if you have a full scedual - I am stuck taking PE EVERY DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE class would not be that bad if they didn't treat you like convicts! The bell rings and you hear a shout from the closet "office" saying, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"LINE UP!"&lt;/span&gt; So we all do as we are told and line up on the number that was given to us. There isn't a roll call, just a number call - in PE class we don't have names, we have numbers. After the student &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(convicts)&lt;/span&gt; line up; we are dissmissed to go change in the locker rooms. In order to change, we are given about 8-10 min. then we are expected back on our numbers to ensure the teachers &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(officers)&lt;/span&gt; that we have not left class &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(escaped).&lt;/span&gt; Again we are checked to show that we have accually changed clothes and ready for an intense day of gym class. For 10 minuets, timed, we run. We run in a big circle and are watched by these "teachers" and wait for the next whistle to blow. When we hear the whistle that tells us to stop running - we are expected to pick one activity of four.  About 20 minuets pass while we are doing our various activities - when the second to last whistle is heard, insisting that we go and change back to our "school clothes". And again, we line up, proving to these teachers &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(officers)&lt;/span&gt; that we are infact &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; there and have not left class &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(run away).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to prison, but I'm sure it is something like a highschool PE class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-1494262405403353959?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/1494262405403353959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=1494262405403353959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1494262405403353959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1494262405403353959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2008/12/highschool-prison.html' title='A Highschool Prison'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-5399496226129468438</id><published>2008-12-14T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:54:25.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule the School</title><content type='html'>Do you remember that first day off school, being pushed around by the upper classman&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;- THE SENIORS&lt;/span&gt;? Do you remember that first football game, ordered to move back to make room for seniors in the front of the student section? Do you remember looking down upon or being called a "freshy" in the hallways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That first day of school as a freshman- I was terrified. I clung to my volleyball teammates and barely made eye-contact with anyone who was not familiar to me. When someone shoved me in the halls to get by, I didn't resist the shove; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I allowed it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is my chance to be a senior. Someone that the new kids look up to, someone who knows what's going on, someone who knows the school. My first day of being a SENIOR was much different than my first day of highschool 4 years ago. I walk into the school; nodding, smiling, hugging and chatting with friends I hadn't seen all summer. Some that I was just in class with and some that knew of me. I felt like I was being watched by the scared freshman.&lt;br /&gt;Senior year - it's the year that everyone looks forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've heard it before. either from a school teacher, a parent, a friends mom or a Sunday-school teacher-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Respect your elders!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is one tip that no new freshman should forget. Your time will come to be a senior and that year you will never forget. To those who have had thier senior year-I bet you'll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's senior year- time to rule the school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-5399496226129468438?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/5399496226129468438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=5399496226129468438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/5399496226129468438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/5399496226129468438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2008/12/rule-school.html' title='Rule the School'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-252523134857586235</id><published>2008-12-10T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:30:51.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back to the Basics</title><content type='html'>So you may have stumbled on this blog,  you may be my teacher who is grading my blog (counting words and blog post) or you may be one of my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MANY &lt;/span&gt;followers and be a constant "blog reader". Whoever you are - I appologize that I haven't told you about myself and this blog before I began to post. Let's start with the basics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leah&lt;/span&gt;. I am currently in highschool; waiting to bust through the doors and walk across the stage and recieve the one paper that I have been waiting for the entire four years I have been in highschool. From grade Preschool to 8th Grade I attended a private school where there were about 20 people to a class. When I transfered to highschool I was not in a class of 20 anymore, I was one in 500 freshman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I began to be involved in sports and clubs, I met many new people ( seeing as EVERYONE in the school was a stranger to me besides the 2 that transfered to my highschool from my private school with me). I met new people AND I learned the basics of highschool. Which brings me to the point of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE BASICS - Stereotypes, PE class, Lunch, Teachers, Sports, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clubs, Things to know BEFORE entering highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is called "As We Know It..." because it is highschool in my eyes. Yes, everyone has different opinions about highschool - and by reading my blog you will see my opinion of one thing that many human beings have in common, school! Don't be scared away - I'm not going to bore you with talk about calculus or physics or talk about "how much homework I am going to have this weekend"; Nope, this blog will be &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;fun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; - I'm just going back to the basics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-252523134857586235?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/252523134857586235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=252523134857586235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/252523134857586235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/252523134857586235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-back-to-basics.html' title='Going Back to the Basics'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385696778232447188.post-1968970389441944221</id><published>2008-12-03T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:54:58.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The first day of highschool is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;confusing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; pointless&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt; day. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Some may enjoy the site of the friends they hadn't seen all summer. For some people the fun part of the day is going to class for the first time in 2 months. There are those who look forward to the first day because they get to wear thier new clothes and show off thier new school supplies. For me, the best part of the day is watching the new freshman scramble through the halls, running to thier lockers- throwing the books in and snatching the ones for the next class- then dashing to the next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We all enjoy different parts of the first day of school; but the common thought in every highschooler's head is the reminder that summer is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22o DAYS AWAY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We get our books piled on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the first day and for the unlucky ones; we even get homework the first day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As teens- we just want to socialize; expecially that first day. We meet new people, we talk to old friends and we laugh about what we did that past weekend. Teachers on the other hand- apparently don't understand. They spend a good 90% of the class period hushing and quieting students- trying to control the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cHaOs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That first day we see who will be in our classes, who will be our "friend", who we are going to sit by, who we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEFINENTLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;don't want to work on a project with and who will be teaching us for the next 2 1/2 months. Yes, the first day of highschool we see a "glimpse of our future" at our school- the place we will be spending a good 7 hours at EVERY DAY! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(except weekends of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Some may get more deperessed going back to school instead of excited- my suggestion- watch those scared freshman wander the halls and remember that you are not anylonger a frightfull freshman, just trying to make it to class on time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ahhh... you've just gotta love highschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385696778232447188-1968970389441944221?l=highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/feeds/1968970389441944221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8385696778232447188&amp;postID=1968970389441944221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1968970389441944221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385696778232447188/posts/default/1968970389441944221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://highschoolsurvival101.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-day-fun.html' title='First Day Fun'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840017794596822761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eu17ABaPVSA/STdgEuAMkWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qKF7EPkhhNc/S220/Scream.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
