<?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-6976662411210797685</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:19:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>players write</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-8927238075388948621</id><published>2010-05-19T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:27:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S_vXetBMXhI/AAAAAAAAABg/I9y0IXv_bDM/s1600/einsatz8_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475206694479617554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S_vXetBMXhI/AAAAAAAAABg/I9y0IXv_bDM/s320/einsatz8_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust to me means trying to kill out a whole population of a certain religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture there is a Jewish man in a concentration camp with a gang of German soldiers gathered around 0ne German soldier about to shoot the Jewish man. Hitler hated all of the jews, he wanted to get rid of them. He created concentration camps, and death camps. In the concentration camps, they put the Jews to work, but in the death camps, they would put them in gas chambers and a cremation chamber and kill out many of them at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elie Wiesel was born in Sighet, Transylvania in the year of 1928 which is now part of Romania. At the young age of fifteen he and his family were sent to Auschwitz. Unfortunatly his mother and his younger sister were killed, but the two oldest survived. Eventually him and his father were sent to Buchenwald where his father later died. Elie and his two oldest sisters were the only ones out of his family to survive the Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.eliewieselfoundation.org/eliewiesel.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-8927238075388948621?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8927238075388948621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust-to-me-means-trying-to-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/8927238075388948621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/8927238075388948621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust-to-me-means-trying-to-kill.html' title='Holocaust'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S_vXetBMXhI/AAAAAAAAABg/I9y0IXv_bDM/s72-c/einsatz8_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-6948916543195624547</id><published>2010-04-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:43:29.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>This year prom was kind of disappointing compared to the ones that we have had in the past. When I got there it was pretty packed, so I figured it would be really fun, so we went to dance. Not too long after dancing with my girlfriend and my friends, it got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; hot, so I had to quit and go take my coat off because I was about to have a heat stroke. After taking a while to cool off i went back to the dance floor, so i started dancing again. Pop Lock and Drop it came on so we were all dancing to that, I dropped it once and the butt of my pants ripped down the seam, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ripping my pants I had to go wait in line forever just to get pictures made, it was terrible. Prom night was not one that I want to remember for very long because I did not like that night at all, it was way too hot, and my pants had a defect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-6948916543195624547?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/6948916543195624547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/6948916543195624547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/6948916543195624547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-341878505565045900</id><published>2010-04-13T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:51:26.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living During the 1920's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S8R20vp8HtI/AAAAAAAAABY/RUVrZ1VvTto/s1600/finnishprohibition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S8R20vp8HtI/AAAAAAAAABY/RUVrZ1VvTto/s320/finnishprohibition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459619296797531858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life during the 20's was difficult for many who were living during that time. After the prohibition act went into effect, there were many more crimes committed after alcohol was ban. People were very unhappy with the government, so they went behing their backs seceretly and started bootlegging alcohol. There were also parlors where you could get alcohol by walking up to the door and whispering a password to guy on the other side of the door, those were called speak easies. While the rate of bootlegging was largely increasing, so was the number of murders. Many people had the same ideas, they wanted to be the number one seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By researching and reading papers for my essay, I realized just how hard life could have been back in the 20's. Many people lose family and friends because of alcohol and drugs. I think i would have rather not lived back then, crime these days seem to be less brutal and don't turn out in such a bad way. I would rather live in peace at my house, rather than get shot out on the streets because of alcohol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-341878505565045900?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/341878505565045900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-during-1920s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/341878505565045900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/341878505565045900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/living-during-1920s.html' title='Living During the 1920&apos;s'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S8R20vp8HtI/AAAAAAAAABY/RUVrZ1VvTto/s72-c/finnishprohibition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-9180528617758238630</id><published>2010-04-05T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T06:15:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natures first green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S7niStLyk1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3SIYzTduV3U/s1600/big_spring_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456641234530636626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S7niStLyk1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3SIYzTduV3U/s320/big_spring_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Spring comes around it is time for all the trees and plants to go through a process where they grow buds and other things. While that is happening you will notice over a few days the trees have a goldish tent to them, and your car is covered in yellowish gold stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get polen on my truck I hate it because I like to keep my truck clean and shiny. Personally I hate Spring only for the reason of it making a huge mess with all the polen, But other than that Spring and Summer are my favorite seasons because it gets warm. When the weather gets warm it is time for swim trunks and flippy floppys, my favorite clothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-9180528617758238630?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/9180528617758238630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-first-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/9180528617758238630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/9180528617758238630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/04/natures-first-green.html' title='Natures first green'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S7niStLyk1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3SIYzTduV3U/s72-c/big_spring_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-3294764316563580766</id><published>2010-03-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:36:47.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S7H-XiW-HuI/AAAAAAAAABI/TYKeFu1Cyss/s1600/imgac8ce1f4zik7zj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S7H-XiW-HuI/AAAAAAAAABI/TYKeFu1Cyss/s320/imgac8ce1f4zik7zj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454420304035978978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patricks day doesn't really mean much to me, it's all just about wearing green for the whole day. People think that if you don't wear green that they get to pinch you, I don't know who ever came up with that idea because it's the stupidest thing ever. When i think of St. Patricks Day I think of little leprecons running around protecting their pots of gold at the end of all the rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like to dress up all in green and go to school and pinch everyone who wasn't wearing green, but now i find it pointless. It's just another day just like any other day out of the year, and it is boring to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-3294764316563580766?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/3294764316563580766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/3294764316563580766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/3294764316563580766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patricks Day'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S7H-XiW-HuI/AAAAAAAAABI/TYKeFu1Cyss/s72-c/imgac8ce1f4zik7zj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-8449143543449906511</id><published>2010-03-18T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:41:00.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 9 weeks of being a jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S6ItWeKuoPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QaBNeKkemsQ/s1600-h/Justin-Smithee-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449968363150156018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S6ItWeKuoPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QaBNeKkemsQ/s320/Justin-Smithee-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I first started school I have always wanted to hit that day where I was a senior and didn't have to put up with school anymore. Now I'm in my final 9 weeks of 11th grade and about to get out for 2 weeks for Spring break (I'm going to Vegas by the way=D). I'm really excited about Vegas, when we get off of our flight in Nevada we will be escorted to the Bellagio in 2 limos which is really cool. It will be the best Spring break I have ever had, and will definatly keep my mind off of school for a while. After it is all over though it will all go back to the same old thing, getting up early in the morning and getting ready to go to school, but only for a few more weeks until we have a few months of freedom once again from school(but not football).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Summer days seem a lot longer, because I have to get up every morning during the week kind of early to get down to the field house to get my work out in to get ready for August. The Summer work outs and August get us in shape and prepared for the football season that is coming up. I only have one more year to play football at Batesville, and next year I'm gunna make it my best. I'm gunna work my but off in school, in workouts, and in practice, all in hopes of making it to War Memorial Stadium next year for the playoff championship. I'm really hoping that everyone can pull together and work on the same level and have the same dream as me, so we can perform at out best, and end up with a ring at the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-8449143543449906511?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8449143543449906511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-9-weeks-of-being-jr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/8449143543449906511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/8449143543449906511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-9-weeks-of-being-jr.html' title='Last 9 weeks of being a jr.'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uuxyFGoTZVI/S6ItWeKuoPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QaBNeKkemsQ/s72-c/Justin-Smithee-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-8984413734418073556</id><published>2010-02-16T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:28:34.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peyton Manning</title><content type='html'>This year I had high expectations for the Colts to win Super Bowl 44, but as usual the team I am going for usually loses. I thought that the Colts were atleast a good twenty points better than the Saints from what i have seen in past games they have played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first quarter of the game the Colts got off to a real good start out scoring the Saints 10 to 0. As the game progressed the offence just kept getting worse. We couldn't get anywhere with the running game, Peyton got to where he couldn't throw for anything, and the recievers he would throw to couldn't catch the ball. That got my hopes down just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second half of the game Drew Brees had more pass completions than Peyton Manning did, which means his recievers could actually catch a ball that was trown to them. Plus their running back could actually run the ball and get down field better tha n the Colts running back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the game my streak of picking a team before the Super Bowl and them losing was continued with the Colts loss over the Saints 31 to 17. After the game I was really angry over the loss, I was just in a bad mood all around. I just went home and went to sleep. The next day all I would hear from my dad was who dat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-8984413734418073556?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/8984413734418073556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/peyton-manning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/8984413734418073556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/8984413734418073556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2010/02/peyton-manning.html' title='Peyton Manning'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-1573453355938772738</id><published>2009-12-15T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:39:26.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight (2 books)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-1573453355938772738?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1573453355938772738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/twilight-2-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/1573453355938772738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/1573453355938772738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/twilight-2-books.html' title='Twilight (2 books)'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-4148637381533267311</id><published>2009-12-14T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:26:35.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crucible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;The&lt;em&gt; Crucible&lt;/em&gt; is a book about the salem witch trials, in which many people were hung.  Abagail Williams and some of her friends were dancing and running around naked in the woods one night, trying to conjure up spirits from the dead when Reverend Parris saw them and suspected them of witchcraft. Word got around salem about the "witchcraft" incident and people started to blame others so they wouldn't be blamed  themselves. Trials were held and in counr judge Danforth found out that John Proctor and Abagail Williams have had sexual relations in the past. They bring John's wife Elizabeth into court, and don't let her speak to her husband or Abby, so she does not that he had already confessed to being an adultist. Elizabeth tells judge Danforth that she did not know that John has had sexual relations with Abby, so they arrested Elizabeth and John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Crucible is set in a theocratic society, in which the church and the state are one, and the religion is a strict, hard form of Protestantism known as Puritanism. Because of the theocratic nature of the society, moral laws and state laws are one and the same. Sin and the status of an individual’s soul are matters of public concern. There is no room for deviation from the society, since any individual whose private life doesn’t conform to the established moral laws represents a threat not only to the public good but also to the rule of God and true religion. In Salem, everything and everyone belongs to either God or the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-4148637381533267311?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4148637381533267311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/crucible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4148637381533267311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4148637381533267311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/crucible.html' title='The Crucible'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-4255583451916010379</id><published>2009-12-14T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:41:23.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Season =D</title><content type='html'>My dad got me started with hunting when I was just a little kid. I loved every moment of it, getting to spend time with my dad and getting to watch all the wildlife. Just about every weekend my dad and I would say our goodbyes to my mom and sister, then load up and head to the cabin, in hopes of bringing home a "bigg-n". Ever since then I have been hooked on hunting and shooting guns, and I always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the best year of hunting I have ever had of all the years I have been hunting. Mostly due to the change of the spot where i was hunting. Thanks to my buddy Gilly, I killed a pretty big 8 point (the biggest 8 I have ever seen, or killed) which is at the taxidermist, I am getting it mounted so I can hang it above my bed. I alos killed a 7 point, along with a doe, so all together this year i have killed 3 deer. I usually only kill about one every year, so I'm stocked up on deer meat to last until next deer season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-4255583451916010379?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4255583451916010379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/deer-season-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4255583451916010379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4255583451916010379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/deer-season-d.html' title='Deer Season =D'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-4045019732355188187</id><published>2009-12-14T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:15:36.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Book Review</title><content type='html'>If you have a major problem do you try to get help?  Or, are you the type of person who will keep all of your feelings inside?  Melinda, in &lt;em&gt;Speak, &lt;/em&gt;by Laurie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halse&lt;/span&gt; Anderson, was the quiet type.  She faces a problem that many people couldn't even come close to understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda is basically a normal teenage girl.  She tries to live a regular, everyday life like all of the other girls her age.  In high school, finding the right crowd to be a part of is always hard.  Over the summer, Melinda's friends change and she has a difficult time fitting back in with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at an "End of the Summer" party, Melinda gets drunk and meets a boy.  His name is Andy Evan. Knowing that Melinda would be pretty much helpless, Andy (she now calls him IT) raped her.  After this event, instead of trying to comfort and help her through this hard time, Melinda's friends began to ignore her.  They were angry and upset with her actions.  Finally, she gave up.  Melinda became very quiet and did not want to discuss what had happened with anyone.  She felt that she could handle the problem on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A theme that fits this book well is treat everyone the way you want to be treated.  Bullying has become a serious problem around the world.  Everyone faces situations like this at one point in their life.  If everyone would try their hardest to treat people with respect, the world would be a much more peaceful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this book to all teens.  &lt;em&gt;Speak &lt;/em&gt;has a great lesson that everyone needs to learn at one time or another.  More than anyone, teenagers need to realize that bullying other people is not okay.  Bullying is hurtful and wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-4045019732355188187?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4045019732355188187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/speak-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4045019732355188187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4045019732355188187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/speak-book-review.html' title='Speak Book Review'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-1111500166453049957</id><published>2009-12-14T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:45:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been bullied?  Or even been a bully to someone yourself?  Bullying has become a major problem in the world.  It is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see kids getting bullied every day at school.  Most of the time, the kids haven't even done anything to deserve this type of treatment.  They get bullied because they have different personalities or don't fit in with the "cool crowd."   Different types of people are what make the world go round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that bullying is wrong. Everyone should be treated equally, and violence is never the answer.  Making people feel bad about themselves only causes more problems and lowers people's self esteme.  If everyone would treat others the way that they want to be treated, the wold would be a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-1111500166453049957?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/1111500166453049957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/1111500166453049957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/1111500166453049957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976662411210797685.post-4093307605876285957</id><published>2009-11-23T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:32:18.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;food- i love food and anytime i can eat i will take that chance and eat as much as i can=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;presents- my most favorite present is money i like to get money so i can buy whatever i like and not have to worry about not liking what other people get me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working out &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My girlfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snow icecream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;white(not yellow)snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NO SCHOOL!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping alot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976662411210797685-4093307605876285957?l=playerswrite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/feeds/4093307605876285957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-for-seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4093307605876285957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6976662411210797685/posts/default/4093307605876285957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playerswrite.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-for-seasons.html' title='Being Thankful'/><author><name>smithee41</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784145948261325166</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/_uuxyFGoTZVI/Ssv6ZtMcbBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MTQUtkmXeLo/S220/DSC01457.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
