<?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-9011272891727444188</id><updated>2011-05-04T03:24:04.139-07:00</updated><category term='Anthem'/><category term='A Long Walk to Water'/><category term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>Oh My Gosh Its Lily</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-3880509495168027643</id><published>2011-05-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:22:44.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roar : Can You Believe it?</title><content type='html'>After Mikas choking accident the doctor recommended that he should see a&amp;nbsp;counselor Although Mika didn't actually need a counselor his parents thought that he faked the accident and need help. His counselor Helen turned out to be more help than his parents expected to be. Helen knew the secret, she also knew Mikas twin was still alive. Helen herself told Mika that by playing a game called Pod Fighter he would find his sister. The next day Helen was gone. The only thing she left was a hand written note and biscuits. Helen left a secret note for Mika in the biscuits only when Mika&amp;nbsp;found&amp;nbsp;it was too late and he had only read the first few sentences. After the night she left he felt as if he couldn't trust anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even imagine what he must of felt like. The feeling of losing his sister, people thinking hes crazy , and then losing the one person who knew the Truth and actually believed him when he said his sister was alive. Two people he trusted and cared about, gone. If I were him I would of sworn I was in one sick, twisted , dream. All because of a secret. One kept by greedy , selfish, self-centered people. Distrust and determination&amp;nbsp;is what I &amp;nbsp;picture myself having. Only Mika was in a wreck of emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-3880509495168027643?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3880509495168027643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/roar-can-you-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/3880509495168027643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/3880509495168027643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/roar-can-you-believe-it.html' title='The Roar : Can You Believe it?'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-8895752650998869602</id><published>2011-04-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T06:28:18.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its His Roar.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;He felt her more than he knew. As Ellies Pod Fighter was shoot down and fell into the dark water of the shadows, he felt as if he'd received a&amp;nbsp;crushing blow to his chest. He tried to cry out but there was nothing to cry in.Blind with panic he managed to turn himself over in the bed, desperate for his mothers help, but although&amp;nbsp; he wanted to move and to speak, he felt pressure pushing him down. He layed paralyzed, listening to a terrible noise, unaware he was making it, rasping as if his windpipe had been cut. He&amp;nbsp;was falling into darkness, freezing."&amp;nbsp;( The Roar, Emma Clayton)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika knows his sister isn't dead , but can he prove it? Ellie and Mika share a bond , one that is so strong Mika felt when his sister was in danger.&amp;nbsp;He had been told&amp;nbsp; his sister was dead a year ago, yet he doesn't believe it. Will he ever know his sister got kidnapped by Mal Gorman? Nothing is worse than not seeing a family member, everyone saying their dead&amp;nbsp;, and when you're as close as Mika and Ellie it must of been horrible. Mika won't give up though , his mind is set to find his twin. It's not going to be easy , but he is off his mind is set . Will he be able to prove his family wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Families are not close enough, maybe not even close. They start regretting their choices after its too late.That&amp;nbsp;happened to my family, until&amp;nbsp;one family member died we became closer, although without him it wasnt't be the same we made it through.We never been so close before ever since.&amp;nbsp;Will it be&amp;nbsp;too late for Ellie and Mika? Or will they be just in time&amp;nbsp; to reunite? That is if Mal Gorman doesn't kill her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-8895752650998869602?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8895752650998869602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-his-roar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8895752650998869602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8895752650998869602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-his-roar.html' title='Its His Roar.'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-2374948801516129901</id><published>2011-04-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:19:07.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" Mika lives in a future London, behind The Wall , safe from the animal Plague beyond. Or so he's been told. But ever since Ellie vanished a year ago, he suspected his world might be built on secrets - and lies. When a mysterious organization starts recruiting mutant kids to compete in violent virtual reality games, Mika takes the chance to search for his twin sister - and the truth."( The Roar ,Emma Clayton)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has more skill than Mal Gorman ever thought. Ellie escaped but left no trace how she did , the worst part is .... She left knowing the secret. A secret barley known by others, protected to death . If she goes to her hometown where everyone thinks she is dead could cause chaos . Now that she knows the secret Mal Gorman never will let her go back home ,especially now that he found out about her power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roar is a very catchy yet frustrating . Frustrating because it keeps you so on the edge .Its hard to figure somethings out but to me that is very much the point of the book. How can a 12 year old girl escapee from the man who thought her EVERTHING she knows now? That is Something I Plan to find out soon. Not everything in&amp;nbsp;the society is what&amp;nbsp;it seems to be , or so I would think..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-2374948801516129901?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2374948801516129901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/roar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/2374948801516129901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/2374948801516129901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/roar.html' title='The Roar!'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-6129959670123583800</id><published>2011-04-14T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:04:21.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Games End</title><content type='html'>Frantic . While trying to stay alive&amp;nbsp; everyone was going crazy little by little . Yet Katniss stayed away from everyone and used ever skill she could to survive and only killed one&amp;nbsp;or two people. What did the gamers do? Of course they would put a twist and tricked everyone to thinking that two tributes could win as long as they were in the same district . Nothing was true of course . It came to the point where Katniss and Peeta were the last tributes alive and the gamers decide they only wanted one tribute to win. Only that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katniss managed to force the gamers to let both Peeta and her to win by challenging them&amp;nbsp; with poison berry's .&amp;nbsp;Only she didn't only&amp;nbsp;challenge the gamers but the entire capital and most importantly the president . Haymitch warned&amp;nbsp;her he also told her that the only way to get off easy is to play the love sick teens in love. Is it that simple really though, will it cause a apprise or will it stay the same ? How&amp;nbsp; will&amp;nbsp;people from the districts &amp;nbsp;react to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katniss is desperate to&amp;nbsp;reunite with her family which is understandable , I would be too. Although why take such a huge risk ? She knew what could of happened but yet she choose to anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She endangered her life and her family's , but why? I recommend this book to anyone who is looking for something to keep you on the edge , making you never wanting to put the book down and when your done with one book move on to the next.&amp;nbsp; It's a great book and Suzanne Colons wrote it with skill. Hoping that I find answers to my questions&amp;nbsp; I'm going to read the second book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-6129959670123583800?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6129959670123583800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/games-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/6129959670123583800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/6129959670123583800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/games-end.html' title='The Games End'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-1194452893490040368</id><published>2011-04-07T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:02:28.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Games Begin</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;The hunger games begin , only with a huge twist . Katniss Everdeen&amp;nbsp;takes her little sister's&amp;nbsp;place in the Hunger Games , her along with Peeta Mellark&amp;nbsp;. The one person who helped her in her time in need years before , can it get any worse for her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Katniss along with Peeta are off to the Hunger Games , but its hard for Katniss to believe that she might have to kill Peeta if no one else does. Many years before&amp;nbsp; Katniss father got killed in a mine explosion when she was eleven , and when she and her family was struggling to put food on the table Peeta was the only person that helped her. Peeta gave her burned bread and got beaten for that . Surly there a reason he would go through with getting beaten just to give a girl bread , but the question is what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starvation is common in District 12, and if it was for me I would've helped Katniss too . The thing that caught my attention though was that Peeta put up with being hit by his mom just for that. Child abuse is&amp;nbsp;common in the US and in many other countries like&amp;nbsp;Pakistan kids are put to work in a very young age . Every district has two kids from the age 12 to 15 one female and one male . To fight to death for people entertainment&amp;nbsp;. In&amp;nbsp; kids are Pakistan sold to many factory owners to supposedly pay off their parents debits&amp;nbsp; at a young age . Cruel people taking advantage of people who don't know any better , and many kids childhoods taken or destroyed . Notice any resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeta mothers hit&amp;nbsp;him for giving away burned bread .That small thing was something that seemed so big to me , because she hit her son for a very small reason . Even though it was a small slap or hit on the face I find it wrong . Some&amp;nbsp; NOT all parents think that by hitting their child they might learn a lesson . What are they really going to learn though, how hard their parent can hit? Giving away burned bread to someone who situation was worse than theirs is just not right. Just like doing what some people parents did to them to their child is wrong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Most parents abuse their kids because :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;They were abused or deprived as children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lack of parenting knowledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Expecting too much from children, and not understanding the developmental stages and needs of children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Financial problems and unemployment, which create frustration and stress, which are then transmitted to the child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Insecurity and immaturity, particularly among teenage parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alcohol or drug problems, or other forms of addiction, such as gambling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inability to manage children single handily in the case of single parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Their self-image is defective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;They see physical punishment as a means of disciplining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peetas true reason why he would help Katniss is unknown . Me along with others I'm reading The Hunger Games with are curious .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about why some parents abuse their children go to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childabuse-ja.com.tripod.com/why.html"&gt;http://childabuse-ja.com.tripod.com/why.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-1194452893490040368?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1194452893490040368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/games-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/1194452893490040368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/1194452893490040368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/games-begin.html' title='The Games Begin'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-8136813242467665121</id><published>2011-03-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:05:37.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let's dance in style&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let's dance for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hoping for the best but expecting the worst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let us die young or let us live forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We don't have the power but we never say never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting in a sandpit , Life is a short trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The music's for the sad man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Forever Young By Jay Z &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My aunt really showed me what one song can mean to a person. For people that are in jail and are sentenced for many years in jail while still young , and come out as a adult they wish they were forever young. They don't really get to enjoy them self while they were young. Either because they deserved it or didn't , they still wish they were forever young because they come out as a adult. Some get sentence to life or some get sentenced while still young .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So if you love me baby this is how you let me know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many people don't visit people they know in jail&amp;nbsp;eitheir its a loved one or just a friend. They are probably hooping their friends or loved ones don't forget about them. Who can judge them though? Once in a persons life they might of felt forgotten and it not the best feeling , maybe that's how they felt or feel in this very moment. This song may mean many different things to people but to me this is one way of seeing one song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Lyrics Found In Link Below )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://so%20if%20you%20love%20me%20baby%20this%20is%20how%20you%20let%20me%20know,%20don't%20ever%20let%20me%20go,%20thats%20how%20you%20let%20me%20know/"&gt;So if you love me baby this is how you let me know, Don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-8136813242467665121?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8136813242467665121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8136813242467665121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8136813242467665121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-8404159542422307501</id><published>2011-03-23T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:13:00.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everything about it pulls me in. The thing is I haven't started reading the book , for one of my reading classes the teacher let us pick a book we wanted to read from four options . 'The Hunger Games' mostly caught my attention because of the way the author makes the book sound so intresting. It was almost as if it was pulling me in . I usually always loved to read my teacher just made it more interesting by showing me more veriaty of books&amp;nbsp;I never seen before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I really can't make a clear perdiction of whats going to happen. Which is why I like it even more because usually I can make a&amp;nbsp; clear prediction .&amp;nbsp;The author makes the book almost unpredictable or at least from what I can tell so far.&amp;nbsp;Mysterous is my favorite kind of genra in books&amp;nbsp; , it keeps me wanting to&amp;nbsp;keep reading and not stop because I know whats going to happen. My teacher told me she read the entire series in three days , so I'm guessing it must be a really good book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-8404159542422307501?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8404159542422307501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/hunger-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8404159542422307501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8404159542422307501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-5162465544913625217</id><published>2011-03-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:41:24.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Long Walk to Water'/><title type='text'>Taking Advantage In All The Wrong Ways</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " To the pond and back - to the pond and back - nearly a full day of walking altogether. This was Nya's daily routine seven months of the year. Daily. Every Single day." ( A Long Walk to Water , Page : 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " As Salva&amp;nbsp; walked , the same thoughts kept going through his head in rhythm with his steps. Where are we going? Where is my family? When will I see them again? "( A Long Walk to Water , Page : 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The fact that we all complain about our life's and the little problems we face&amp;nbsp;is something that I find unbelievable. Our problems compared to people in a lot&amp;nbsp;of other&amp;nbsp;countries like Sudan&amp;nbsp;are nothing . Children are fleaing &amp;nbsp;from war , forced to leave their home and sometimes their family . Having to walk four&lt;em&gt; hours&lt;/em&gt; to get water and four hours to get back to your home. Those are real&amp;nbsp; problems Salva and Nya had to face . Most&amp;nbsp;teens rather spend their time hanging around with friends and not spending time with their family. They&amp;nbsp; probably think around the lines " oh no worries I can spend time with them tomorrow or something they will be there" but what if they weren't?&amp;nbsp; We Also complain about going to get something only 10 minutes away think about having to go four hours to go and four hours back twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Salva had to flead school , away from his home and away from his family not knowing if they were okay or not or even alive . Salva went to school something most kids in Sudan couldn't afford to go to because their family's were poor and you had to pay to go to school. School something most kids and teenagers in the US rather not go to. Family , some kids&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; adults take advantage&amp;nbsp;of their family in all the wrong ways why? They think their loved ones are going to be their the next day and maybe the day after that but what if they are not? To this day I believe Salva has learned the importance of what education and family time really means in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nya with no transportation besides her feet walks&amp;nbsp;four hours to get water and&amp;nbsp;for hours back. Twice. Everyday. No car just her feet Nya walks through the hot heat and the thorns along the path to the pond. We complain about walking across the&amp;nbsp; street or to school but Nya has to walk four hours to get water. People in the US can get water at the sink or in the refrigerator . Every time we complain about in our life we have to remember other people have worse problems . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the book ' A Long Walk To Water Linda Sure Park talks about two kids facing very impacting stories. The catch is Linda didn't make up not one of the two stories in ' A Long&amp;nbsp; Walk To Water'. The author tells the true story of Nya and Slava's life in one book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-5162465544913625217?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5162465544913625217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-advantage-in-all-wrong-ways.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/5162465544913625217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/5162465544913625217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-advantage-in-all-wrong-ways.html' title='Taking Advantage In All The Wrong Ways'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-1191821163896389853</id><published>2011-03-01T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:16:08.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthem'/><title type='text'>Society Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5799019594584343" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“He, Equality 7-2521 , came close to losing his life because of the knowledge was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;regarded as a treacherous blasphemy. . . he had discovered the lost and holy word - I"( Ayn Rand , Anthem). &amp;nbsp;In the society in 'Anthem' out of all the feelings known to man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;is the most prevalent feeling in the society. I think that fear is the most prevalent possibly because of what the consequences might be for a wrong doing in their society. In this society they have many rules and the consequences lead to either going to the "Place of Corrective Detention" or Death. I don't believe anyone in the society 'Anthem' wants to die and if they do they do they haven't voiced it so far , but then again they don't voice much of their thoughts because of fear.&amp;nbsp; People don't speak their minds and they arent allowed to have independence because of the past. That lead to people not voicing their thoughts because of the fear they might do to them , just like they have fear of doing many things in the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-1191821163896389853?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1191821163896389853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/society-fears.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/1191821163896389853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/1191821163896389853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/society-fears.html' title='Society Fears'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-8841466821329540885</id><published>2011-02-16T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:15:34.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Me , Who Are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When people meet me they ask "who are you?" . Each and every time I reply with the answer that tells&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;who I am leaving no detail out. Everything that comes out of my mouth comes out with lots of thought because its hard to define someone like me. "Who are you?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I am the person who will be there if you need my help or advice , I am th one you can come to if you feel you can't go to anyone . I am a trust worthy friend , with a passion for music . The girl who when gets mad or depressed listens to music and feels better instantly. The one who loves to try and cheer people up when they are down. I am the one who talks really fast ,because I got lots of&amp;nbsp;energy&amp;nbsp;. I am a friend who will be there when you need her , and a friend who will tell you if you do something wrong or right . I am Lily , who are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I am th kind of girl who isn't&amp;nbsp;afraid&amp;nbsp;to say if I do something disrespectful or just wrong. The one who is a people person , and feels bad for people that don't have food or shelter or are at a bad situation. I am that crazy girl who would try almost everything but sky diving or something that&amp;nbsp;involved&amp;nbsp;me dieing . The one who wants to be a the first&amp;nbsp;president&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;doctor ,&amp;nbsp;lawyer&amp;nbsp;, teacher ,&amp;nbsp;violinist ,&amp;nbsp;piano&amp;nbsp;playing&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;astronaut in the world . I am Lily the girl with really big dreams , who are you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;That is who I am . Everything above&amp;nbsp;describes&amp;nbsp;who I am , and who I want to be. I got big dreams , for such a small person . I believe life is a prize and to live doesn't always mean your alive , I will live every moment as it was my last because. That is who I am , that is me , now who are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/9011272891727444188-8841466821329540885?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8841466821329540885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-me-who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8841466821329540885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/8841466821329540885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-me-who-are-you.html' title='I Am Me , Who Are you?'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-5374625099933721452</id><published>2011-02-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T17:27:31.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself , Be True!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Nimbus Sans L', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;To thine own self, be true , so what did&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Nimbus Sans L', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Shakespeare mean by this? I personality &amp;nbsp;think what Shakespeare meant to say was to find who you really are you have to stop trying to act like other people.It isn't always a good thing to fit in , sometimes you just got to do you and let other people do them. Like people say , just go with the flow. Sometimes people think that they will be&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;fun of . Not everyone is the same , if we were we wouldnt be where we at are at today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011272891727444188-5374625099933721452?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5374625099933721452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-yourself-be-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/5374625099933721452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/5374625099933721452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-yourself-be-true.html' title='Be Yourself , Be True!'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011272891727444188.post-5670272031400639561</id><published>2011-02-11T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:03:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Family , friends and even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;strangers&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ask why would a teenager would &amp;nbsp;attempt or &amp;nbsp;commit suicide. Most teens that survive the suicide attempt say that they tried to commit suicide to escape the problem they were facing. When teens are completely overwhelmed and hopeless , with problems that seemed to never go away, or &amp;nbsp;they were trying to escape strong emotions of guilt , anger, rejection , or sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What causes theses emotions or problems in a teens life? Many teens are pressured into trying to fit in , doing well in school , and trying act responsibly. Also sometimes teens are given more freedom but like everyone says with freedom comes responsibility, which they &amp;nbsp;may &amp;nbsp;not be ready for at all. When a teen has no one to talk to and they have a problem they feel unwanted and neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How does depression affect the teens? Depression may lead &amp;nbsp;to teenagers sinking in ideas that they're life is hopeless and there is no point of trying to fix their lives. It may also affect them by them only focusing on the failures and &amp;nbsp;disappointments and to downplay of how much they are worth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There is never a good reason for a teenager with their whole life ahead of them to take their own life. Many suicides attempts could've prevented by having a open line of communication with someone close to teenagers. If you notice any feeling of depression , respect those feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Teen suicide warning signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Disinterest in favorite extracurricular activities&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems at work and losing interest in a job&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Substance abuse, including alcohol and drug (illegal and legal drugs) use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behavioral problems&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Withdrawing from family and friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep changes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changes in eating habits&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begins to neglect hygiene and other matters of personal appearance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional distress brings on physical complaints (aches, fatigues, migraines)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard time concentrating and paying attention&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declining grades in school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loss of interest in schoolwork&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Risk taking behaviors&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complains more frequently of boredom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does not respond as before to praise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find more information about signs of suicide at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.teensuicide.us/articles2.html"&gt;http://www.teensuicide.us/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you want to know about why a teen would attempt to commit suicide , you can find more information at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenhelp.com/teen-suicide/why-teens-commit-suicide.html"&gt;http://www.teenhelp.com/teen-suicide/why-teens-commit-suicide.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&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/9011272891727444188-5670272031400639561?l=ohmahgosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5670272031400639561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/teen-suicide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/5670272031400639561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011272891727444188/posts/default/5670272031400639561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohmahgosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/teen-suicide.html' title='Teen Suicide'/><author><name>Lily1234</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04542966326685460689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
