<?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-8130550</id><updated>2011-08-09T08:22:18.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Michelle</title><subtitle type='html'>www.http://lindsayatemcc.blogspt.com This is where you can find me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-110251098795407290</id><published>2004-12-08T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T08:24:17.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Course Outline</title><content type='html'>After a semester of College Comp. I can really think back and say I truly learned a lot about writing for example, I have learned about lots of different types of essays. I thought it was really neat that in the beginning we made our own website where we typed our essays and assignments. I thought it was cool how others were able to comment on others websites; blogs. I think another good aspect of this English class was that it wasn't like any other english class I've had in the past. Usually it's all about the text book, spelling words, or english literature. This was a great change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice to do this class again for more credits, Or something similar to this class, I most deffinatley would chose to do it again. I think that is because I have always loved to write. I love writing, and that's what this class is all about. I also like how Mr.Goldfine doesn't give us topics to write about, there are examples he gives us to look at, but We; the class have a choice on what to write about individually. I really like that, because that leaves us open minded for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good experience, And I would reccommend this class to anyone who likes writing, and is wiling to take a chance at a class that isn't like any other English class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110251098795407290?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110251098795407290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110251098795407290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110251098795407290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110251098795407290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/12/course-outline.html' title='Course Outline'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-110233842106279387</id><published>2004-12-06T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T08:07:01.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 29</title><content type='html'>WOW! it was so cold this morning, as i went out to start my car to head to class, my car kind of hesitated to start. In the winter, my car always has a  little trouble starting, but after a couple trys it seems to be good as can be. I had to start it up, and let it run for a few minutes to let it harm up. I hate the cold!! It does no good! I hope that this winter doesn't last so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110233842106279387?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110233842106279387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110233842106279387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110233842106279387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110233842106279387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-29.html' title='Post 29'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-110190775972511986</id><published>2004-12-01T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:29:19.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 28</title><content type='html'>Well. My first semester of college is just about over. I have to say that I really enjoyed my first semester, and am looking forward to comming back in the spring. I just graduated in June, and this was a really nerve wracking thing to accomplish. I was so nervous comming here for the first sememster. I was scared that i wasn't going to do well and that college was going to be super hard. I always feared that I wasn't going to make any new friends and that I would just be a loner all through my two years here. But I have managed to pick some up along the way! I am glad that I have accomlished my first semester. It wasn't anything like I thought it would be. It was better. I comming back for spring will be just as fun! ((I'll try not to be so nervous this time around.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110190775972511986?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110190775972511986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110190775972511986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190775972511986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190775972511986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-28.html' title='Post 28'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-110190702059778996</id><published>2004-12-01T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:17:00.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 27</title><content type='html'> Wow, I haven't seen it snow at all so far! It's now December 1st. Usually we see a little bit of snow before December. I am hoping for a white Christmas. Everyother day is fine with me if it doesn't snow, but for Christmas Eve, and Christmas, I really want there to be some snow on the ground. Enough were it's not too overwhelming, but so I  can't see the ground. There's such thing as a rain dance, but is there a snow dance?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110190702059778996?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110190702059778996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110190702059778996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190702059778996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190702059778996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-27.html' title='Post 27'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-110190685470815221</id><published>2004-12-01T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:14:14.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 26</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for Christmas. I love to shop for people. I'm not like those greedy people, I am the type of person who'd rather give presents than recieve them. This year I am going all out on my parents. My mom absolutley loves animals, but doesnt have any. So this year I've come up with the idea to go out to the Bangor Human Society and buy my mom a cute little fluff-ball kitten. How cute is that? She's gunna die when I walk in the door Christmas morning, with that kitten in my arms and a big red bow on the top of it's little head!!!!! For my dad, I am buying him and his girlfriend a gift certificate to the new restaraunt Smokey Bones, and a new tool box that he wanted. I never have money to shop for Christmas but this year I have worked extra hours to earn a bit more cash to go out and spend. I am looking forward to Christmas, and am hoping I can keep my big secrets to myself until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110190685470815221?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110190685470815221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110190685470815221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190685470815221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190685470815221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-26.html' title='Post 26'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-110190657885663910</id><published>2004-12-01T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:09:38.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 25</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is over,and now we're all moving on to Christmas. This year is really flying by. I am an idiot; The day after Thanksgiving I decided I'd pick up a few things for the gift I'm buying for my mom which is a kitten. I wanted to pick up some kitty litter,toys,food, and a bed. BIG MISTAKE. Everywhere, and I truley mean everywhere was packed! The day after the holidays are always packed because of all the sales and things going on. However, I; not having so much common sense decided to go out there in the crazy hurricane of people and shop for my mom. I went to Wal-Mart, and spent about two hours in there. It only took me about a half hour to find everything I wanted to purchase, and took me a whole HOUR and a HALF to get in and out of a line! It was that nuts. I have learned my lesson and plan to not ever do that again! I hate crowds and hate standing in line for that period of time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110190657885663910?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110190657885663910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110190657885663910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190657885663910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110190657885663910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/12/post-25.html' title='Post 25'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-110173570283471882</id><published>2004-11-29T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T07:59:54.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST JOB</title><content type='html'>Out of my 18 years of living here on this planet we call "Earth", I have had three jobs. My first job was working at the University of Maine Concession Stands during the seasons for football, hockey and men and women's basketball games.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at the Concessions for two years. I started during the football games in the fall, at the age of 16. I absolutely loved that job, it was the greatest thing I had ever gotten myself into. My parents didn't force me to go out and find a job, I decided to on my own, because I wanted feel important and more grown up and figured a job was the way to go. The reasons why I enjoyed this job so much was because of the actual positions of the job I was accountable for, the managers and the employees I worked with, and the hours they gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job was fun and easy. Since it was my first and only job, I figured that every job must be like this and that I was a "work-oholic". The two types of jobs I did for Concessions was being a cashier, and a runner. As a cashier, I simply just stood there while people ordered their food and drink, took their money and gave them back change. It was kind of boring. The runner which was my favorite position, I was the one who did all the dirty work. As a runner, I had to go put the cheese in the boats for the nachos, run to the steamer to grab the red hot dogs, fill cups with sprite and coke and run back to the counter to give it all to the customer. Oh yeah, that was the job for me. Being the runner was my favorite because I didn't have to stand in one place, I actually enjoyed running around grabbing everything left and right for the customers. If I had to mention a "stressful" part of it all, I would have to say the "rushes". Half time was the BUSIEST time of all. During half time, in between periods everyone and their MOTHERS came down to the conessions. Oh my god, I don't think I ever saw so many people standing in line at once. That was the time when the runners needed to be fast, to get the job done to move on to the next customer and get the line moving quickly. As I look back on it as runners during half time, we looked like chickens running around with our heads cut off. It was nuts. I mean we were just flying everywhere trying to get everything so fast.  "I'll have three sprites, a coke, a couple hot dogs. Oh and add on a nacho as well". I had to run all the way over to the end of the concessions to grab the hot dogs, then head to the nachos and get the cheese bring those back. Run and get the soda and bring that back as well. Damn, I was good. I was so fast and did everything so smoothly. I rarely ever dumped the nacho cheese on the floor or dropped a steaming cup of hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of the employees that I worked with were friends of mine. I actually worked with three of my best friends. It was great. I knew and liked everyone which doesn't happen often. It was a lot of fun because I was able to work and have a good time at the same time. I especially liked working together with my best friend Abby. She usually would be the cashier and I was her runner. We would always laugh and giggle. Our managers called us dumb and dumber because we're both blonde and are kind of ditzy I have to admit. They would purposely put us together because we always made everyone laugh. Us two were pretty much the show of the consessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I really liked about working there was the hours. They were really good with working around school and sports during highschool. I used to play softball,soccer and I was on the swimming team. They always were very good about working around practices and school projects. That was great, because the two jobs I have had since then haven't been so laid back and flexible. One Friday night I was supposed to be in to work and called an hour before I had to go in and said that I wasn't going to be able to make it because I had a practice that I forgot about. My manager wasn't mad at all. She told me that it was okay, and to have fun at my practice. That's what I mean. They aren't mean or rude when you ask for time off. They were extremely considerate and that's another thing I really liked about working at the UMO Consessiosn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every job was as great of a place to work at as this one. I wish that everyone could experience it. It was great to work and hang out with all my friends and get paid at the same time. I wouldn't have even called it "work", just because it was always so much fun. I never dreaded going in. However, it is also good to have a job where you can meet new people, and learn responsibility and independence. This one was just sort of a fun, laid back type of employment. I'd go back to that job anyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110173570283471882?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110173570283471882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110173570283471882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110173570283471882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110173570283471882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/first-job.html' title='FIRST JOB'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-110052425295668276</id><published>2004-11-15T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T07:59:08.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONCLUSION</title><content type='html'>Doing this I-search paper has really taught me so much and has answered the questions that I had. Finding the answers that I have searched for have shown me that I will never intentionally get myself into trouble that will lead to any type of restraining/protection order. I know that I didn't do anything for Brittany to try and put a restraining order on me, but It just comes to show that anyone who has any doubt on someone is able to at leats attempt to go through with one. Which by the way, her attmpts did fail. What will I do with these answers in the future? Well I think that if i ever have to deal with anything like this again whether it involves me or just someone I know, I can refer to what I have learned in doing this paper, and think about the situation and figure out what is needed to be done and what are the consequences. I am more knowledgable now and would be more helpful to someone now compared to before when I didn't even know the meaning of a restraining order. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110052425295668276?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110052425295668276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110052425295668276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110052425295668276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110052425295668276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/conclusion.html' title='CONCLUSION'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-110048874366806013</id><published>2004-11-14T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:20:20.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Division Essay</title><content type='html'>Being a good-well rounded student can be stressful and difficult for some people. A good student is someone who finds time to do their studies as well as making time for friends and social life. To me it takes three different things to become and remain a good student. The first important thing is to keep up with what what is going on in class, and paying attention. Taking part in class participation. The second thing is to always do the homework that is assigned. Last but certainly not least another important thing to always remember is to find time to study for tests. Repeating these steps will guarantee a good student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention in class, participating and keeping up with what is going on in the class may be hard for some. But for me participating and making sure that what is being taught is understood really helps me to learn and and focus on main points to help me remember important lessons. Also participating lets the teacher or proffessor know that I really know my stuff, and I am trying to succeed to get good grades. Also it shows the teacher that I am interested in what is being taught, and that I really care about myself to better and improve my grades. I know that my in my basic college math class, I have a hard time raising my hand to ask questions because there are so many people in that class that I tend to get a bit intimidated. However, I try not to let that fear fase me and try to get my questions answered every chance I get. I am starting to grow out of this problem of mine but it just hasn't seemed to completeley go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework is another important factor. Homework to me is practice. Practice makes perfect. Well, no one is perfect but practice helps a person to improve to get better. Therefore, doing homework assignments that are given helps me by making sure that I really do understand what was being said and taught in the class. No one likes to do homework, but if you really sit and think about it, the reason for it all is only to benefit you. I personally hate doing homework. The only time I find myself to be able to get it compoletely done is when I find myself doing it after school. I put everything off at that time just to do homework which really helps me out alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always can find time to hang out with my friends, go to the mall or head to the movies. Usually after school when I hang out with friends, I never find time or get motivated to sit down and get my books out to study for the next history test. I get distracted and figure I can just blow it all off. "oh, it's not that important, I'd rather go catch a movie." Well it is important. Personally, I try to get my studying done before I return to my social life to assure that I'll have everything done I need to do before I go and have fun. I find it easy to study for tests before and after I go out with my friends. After school i'll sit down in my room with the door shut so I don't won't find any distractions. I'll sit there quitely and do my studying for about an hour or so. I don't cram it in to much then because if so, then i'll forget everything I tried to study and memorize and that would be pointless. I'll go hang out with some friends for a little while and then come back and do some more studying so that i'm not overwhelmed trying to do it all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three things could be so assuring and guarenteeing to everyone if everybody actually tried their hardest and really wanted to do well in school and at the same time have a social life. This has really worked for me since I have been in school,and I'm sure for anyone who is used to slacking off and just not caring could really turn things around. I am really confident with this. If people are serious about this, and try their hardest they can make anything happen and succeed with anything they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-110048874366806013?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/110048874366806013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=110048874366806013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110048874366806013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/110048874366806013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/division-essay.html' title='Division Essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109991870897825728</id><published>2004-11-08T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T07:58:28.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 24</title><content type='html'> I am really looking forward to this Thanksgiving. Everyone comes to my grandmparents house and we all have dinner there. My grandmother has been in the nursing home for months now, and i havent gotten to talk to her much at all let alone see her so I am really excited to get to see her on Thanksgiving. Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter are really big in my family, on both sides.  I have a huge family and everyone gets together and has these great big feasts. Oh, i absolutley love it! Sometimes both sides of my family will all get together as one gathering. Thats the best because everyone gets a chance to talk to anyone they havent talked to in a while. So yes, I am deffinatley counting down the days until November 25th; Thanksgiving of 2004!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109991870897825728?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109991870897825728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109991870897825728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109991870897825728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109991870897825728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/post-24.html' title='Post 24'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109988620655335700</id><published>2004-11-07T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:56:46.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the SEARCH</title><content type='html'>INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;I found that the internet was very useful to me to find answers to my topic of restraining/protectin orders. I seemed to have found millions and millions of sites that had tons of the information I need to complete my report. I didn't want to use all of my sources as internet sources, but i could have easily done it that way. So far, I think that the internet has been the most helpful for me out of anything else. What I did was went to google and typed in each question I had about my topic, and different sites would pop up explaining and identifying the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENYCLOPEDIA&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Old Town Public Library to find an encyclopedia to see what their deffinition of a restraining order and a protection order was. I found that it was very similar to the deffinitions given to me by internet sources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find very many books concerning my topic. However I did find a couple and managed to check them out. They helped me out a bit because they included some history and background facts and stories of my topic. They also included some articles that I was very interested in reading but not a whole lot I was actually able to use in the research paper itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned, I think that the internet was deffinatley the best source fo rme in this research. I found that searching for this topic was found to be a little bit difficult because not every source I tried was as helpful as I thought it would be in the long run. I mean, I found the right information, and the answers to all my questions but the majority came from the web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109988620655335700?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109988620655335700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109988620655335700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109988620655335700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109988620655335700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/search.html' title='the SEARCH'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109948945367323653</id><published>2004-11-03T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:47:10.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Process Essay</title><content type='html'>                             HOW TO DO THE DISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like myself, I'm sure everyone in their time has done the dishes if their home does not include a dishwasher. Personally I hate doing the dishes, but It's just something I have to do if not daily, than a couple times a week at least. However, unless I want to start seeing them pile up, food residue start molding, and start seeing fruit flies flying all around the kitchen than I guess I don't need to do them that frequently, but I have a little problem with that picture. I am kind of a neat freak, so I like to keep up with the dishes I dirty, and clean them as often as possible to avoid such gross, disgusting things I listed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step to follow in the process of doing dishes is to fill the sink a little less than half way with hot water and suds. Hot water is good to use because when washing the dishes, it eliminates germs and bacteria. It helps take off food residue and makes your pots and pans clean from any food that was once stuck to the surface. I like to use rubber gloves when doing the dishes, this way my hands don't end up getting all pruney. I take a scrubber and scrub away. I scrub the inside and outside of each dish and cup to make sure that every part of the item is completely cleaned. I make sure that each and every part of the item is covered with hot water and soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second step is once you have every item scrubbed and soaked in the hot soapy water, you then take cold water and begin to rinse off the soap. Cold water helps eliminate the suds. Suds can make a person sick if they aren't completely washed off. So I take each item and thoroughly place and rinse them under cold water and place them in the strainer to dry. During this process, once every dish and cup is placed in the strainer to dry, I then take out the stoper that holds the water in the sink to let all the water and soap down the drain. I usually like to wait about 15 minutes to a half an hour to let the dishes completley dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once every dish has been air dryed, the third step is to take a dish towel and wipe down the dishes. Sometimes they arent dry all the way so I just like to make sure they are by wiping them down with a towel before placing them back into the cupboards where they belong. After I do this procedure, I take each item and place them in their correct spot in the cuboards. The plates and cups go in one cuboard, the silverware goes in a drawer, and pots and pans go in the drawer under the oven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my procedure on how to do the dishes. I have followed this many times in my short 18 years of life. Like I have mentioned in the beginning I do the dishes very often; at least twice a week. I don't always like to do them, but sometimes in life, you have to do things even if you dont want to. However, I find this method to be very successful. I have never had any problems using this method before. If you do it right the first time, you won't have to go back and clean each dish again after missing spots the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109948945367323653?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109948945367323653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109948945367323653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109948945367323653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109948945367323653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/process-essay.html' title='Process Essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109942458042557940</id><published>2004-11-02T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:59:49.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the ANSWER</title><content type='html'>As i was researching my topic of "restraining/protection orders" for my I-search paper, i have  come to find many answers i have been looking for. I looked through to find the gerneral information and what a restraining/protection order really is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITION OF A RESTRAINING ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;I went to www.nfa.futures.org/basic/glossary.asp to find the definition of a restraining order. I found that a restraining order is An order often granted without notice or hearing, requiring the preservation of the status quo until a hearing can be held to determine the propriety of any injunctive relief, temporary or permanent. A restraining order is always temporary in nature and thus is often called a TRO or Temporary Restraining Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITION OF A PROTECTION ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;To find the definition of protection order, i went to elo.legalaid.qld.gov.au/asp/glossary/glossary.asp and found that their defintion was an order made for the protection of a person, usually refers to a Domestic Violence Order, but can refer to an order by the court that a person's affairs be managed by the Public Trustee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A RESTRAING AND A PROTECTION ORDER IS:&lt;br /&gt;According to http://incestabuse.about.com/cs/restrainingorders/a/filerestrorder.htm a restraining/protection order is a court document against a persons abuser, rapist, stalker, or assailant. The documents order the perpetrator to stay away from you and spell out penalties if they violate the order. Both are an order from a judge (representing the people) to the perpetrator. If the perpetrator violates the order, then it is not just the plantiff's problem any more. The entire power structure of the county rises up to enforce the order and protect them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU KNOW YOU CAN FILE A HARRASSMENT RESTRAINING ORDER:&lt;br /&gt;I also viewed ways that a person is able to file a harrassment restraining order against someone. According to http://incestabuse.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.letswrap.com%2Flegal%2Fhro.htm anyone can put this on someone who is a victim of harassment. They can file a restraining order from the court. The  or guardian of a minor who is the victim of harassment may file a restraining order on behalf of the minor. The restraining order prohibits harassment. A restraining order may be issued against an individual who has engaged in harassment, or against organizations which have sponsored or promoted harassment. This website listed a few signs of harrassment. These include; unwanted, repeated words, gestures, acts that are intended to affect a person's privacy, saftey and protection no matter what type of relationship they may or may not have with each other. Another type is targeted residential picketing which involves standing or hanging around a person's home, or where they are located. Continuoulsy going to public events after being told that one's presence is "harassing to anot" or unwelcome.&lt;br /&gt;When this is filed, it is then up to the court to issue a temporary restraining order. This is only effective until the hearing in which the plantiff must attend to have the order effective. A copy of the order always is brought to te respondent or the harasser. Most of the time that copy is brought by the Sheriff's office personally and is delivered with a copy of the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A TEMPERARY RESTRAINING ORDER &amp; A RESTRAINING ORDER AFTER A HEARING:&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find out the difference between a temporary restraining order and a restraining order after a hearing. At http://family-law.freeadvice.com/domestic_violence/restraining_order04.htm a temporary restraining order is usally given after an appearance in court by one party without the other being present. The temporary restraining order is an order of the court that says that a person is to stay away from certain places and refrain from certain acts. &lt;br /&gt;Temporary restraining orders often are given out the same day they are requested and remain in effect until the scheduled hearing on the Order to Show Cause. The Order to Show Cause hearing is typically scheduled to occur within the next 15 to 20 days.&lt;br /&gt;After the temporary restraining order and Order to Show Cause have been served against the person, a hearing is often held in which determines whether or not there is sufficient cause for the court to issue a permananent restraining order. After a hearing, a restraining order can remain for several years. This can also be renewed for longer periods of time by request of the protected person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this search, i have gotten a chance to find answers to questions that i had about this topic. I learned that this topic is not something to ever mess around with. This is a serious one and can lead to more serious issues if the rules are not followed. I have not rejected to follow any rule with my temporary restraining order, so i know that i don't have to worry about anything. However, i'm glad i know some general information just incase something comes up sometime in the future and i am unsure about the rules i can refere to the information and facts that i have found through doing this research paper. Throughout this information that i have found, it has come clear to me that you can clearly put a restraining order against anyone you may think is going to harm you in some way. They are so easy to come by, you don't need much proof at all to get one I can say from experience. Brittany has put one on me, but i havent done anything. This just comes to show that maybe the court should be a little more strict with these orders, and should start to realize which ones desereve a hearing and which ones don't mean anything and are pointless. But that is only my opinion, i'm sure the court has a very good reasons for doing everything they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109942458042557940?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109942458042557940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109942458042557940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109942458042557940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109942458042557940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/11/answer.html' title='the ANSWER'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109887881712568546</id><published>2004-10-27T08:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:32:20.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrast Essay</title><content type='html'>Many people as well as myself have always looked at my dad and my brother to be exactly like eachother. I mean i agree, just by looking at them they do look alike. Their facial and body structures are alike. They walk the same, talk the same, both are basketball players who use tequniques and run the same as one another, they use the same body language and even eat the same. You can most deffinatley tell that Logan; my brother is the son of my dad. However, that is only by looking at them. getting to know them, and actually knowing them is the total opposite. They each have their own differences on how they go on with their life styles. It's very surprising to see how different two people can be on the inside opposed to what they appear to be like on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a hard worker, and for that matter has always been. Ever since my dad was a boy he's had a job and has earned everything in his posesion. dad never takes anything for granted and has taught, well i guess you could say has tried to teach the both of us; Logan and I how to go about our lives being independent and successful. He graduated from Husson College with a basketball scholarship and now runs his own construction business. On the other hand, my brother Logan is the complete opposite. He is now 16 and hasn't even thought about finding a job. Logan is the type who lives in the now, and doesn't ever think about his future. He kind of depends on other people to do the things he knows how to do for him.He never washes the dishes he has dirtied, forget about thinking he'll vacuum the crumbs he dropped on the living room floor. And he has it in his mind that mom and dad will be there to pay for everything he wants and desires until they get old and die.LAZY is how i'd describe him. Logan is a junior and from what i know, is unsure what he wants to do with the rest of his life after high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a neat freak. Every night he comes home from work and it's the same ol` thing. He comes home, takes a shower and off he goes; cleaning and dusting, cooking and mopping. Heaven forbid if there's a spot of dirt on the kitchen floor. He tries to teach Logan how to do things around the house such as doing the dishes, and cooking for future references, but he mind as well give up. On the other hand, Logan has a different perspective on how the house should be kept. Mcdonalds soda cups and empy french fry containers on the coffee table, empty chip bags and gatorade bottles everywhere. He could go a month with out doing the dishes and just let them sit there and pile up. Logan just DOESN'T care. He comes home from basketball practice sweaty as can be and just falls to the couch to watch t.v. I mean it's discusting! The kid just doesn't give a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad cooks, it's always a hearty, healthy meal. He is always trying to get us kids to try new foods, things that we'd not usually eat. For example spinach, and haddock. He is always getting us to expand our preference on food. He makes sure that when he prepares a meal for us that included is a helping of our daily servings of vegetables, fruits, meats and poultry, breads and cheese. On the contrast, Logan never seems to like anything that dad trys to make him eat. If it was his way, he'd say screw you, i'm gunna head to Mc.Donalds and grab a burger. Or he'd rather give pizza hut a call and have a large pepperoni pizza to be delivered. If it's not quick and easy, than forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, it has really come to amaze me that Dad and Logan who have the similar physical features can have the complete opposite point of views. People who just see them both for who they are on the outside are always saying "wow, they are exactly alike. Logan is a spittin` image of his father." But they just don't know. They don't know the person behind each one. It's just funny how things sometimes appear to be something totally different than what you expect. I love and care for them both, i may get alittle frusterated with Logan's messy habbits but he is still my brother. Hopefully someday he will take what dad has taught us both and use his&lt;br /&gt;advice to better himself, and his lifestyle to one day have a family of his own and make a great husband and a wonderful dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109887881712568546?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109887881712568546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109887881712568546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109887881712568546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109887881712568546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/contrast-essay.html' title='Contrast Essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109887799324442569</id><published>2004-10-27T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T07:53:13.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 23</title><content type='html'>this weekend i am going up to portland and free port to go shopping.  I am so excited to go because i love all the stores and outlites that they have over there. I love Old Navy as well! I also like walking down along the side walks and just admiring it. With all the people, the little stores and shops along the sides of the streets and the cold air just really makes me wanna go move to a big city. I know that portland ME obviosuly isn't a big city, but thats just want it kind of reminds me of. I'd like someday to go to Boston and NewYork to just see how it is there. I think that'd be really fun and a good experience. I am hoping actually to maybe take a trip to Boston maybe this winter during the christmas time so i can get a chance to really see what a "city" is like. With all the city  lights, christmas lights, music, people and everything just to me just seems like it'd be so fun to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109887799324442569?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109887799324442569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109887799324442569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109887799324442569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109887799324442569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-23.html' title='Post 23'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109872173062582861</id><published>2004-10-25T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:28:50.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 22</title><content type='html'> I think that this semester is really going by  fast. It's not quite here yet, but i think that i have really gotten to get used to this "college" life and am starting to realize that i am growing up. this is my first year, and have just graduated in june. I am really enjoying college, and would much rather prefer this than highschool. The only thing i miss about high school is just seeing everyone and being with all my frineds. I hope that i will go on to getting used to college, and learn to like it more and more. If i had to think about it, the thing i love about college the most is that i can just go to class and leave when i want, i dont have to put up with study halls or teachers always nagging on me. I am able to do my own thing. I know i am responsible for everything i  do because i am now paying for the classes that i take, but i personally feel more free and independent this way. Well with that said, i am deffinatley looking forward to next semester as well as the next few years of my college future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109872173062582861?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109872173062582861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109872173062582861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109872173062582861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109872173062582861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-22.html' title='Post 22'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109870689987167694</id><published>2004-10-25T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:21:39.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to contrast essay</title><content type='html'>I read the contrast essay about a girl named Amanda, and how she was a telemarketer. That was a well-written essay. It really enjoyed reading it because it was easy and commical. I know exactly what she is talking about too, because my best friend/roommate is also a telemarketer at MBNA and she gets to deal with the same rude people as Amanda in the essay did. I am hopig that this essay will come off easy or me once i just find a good topic to write about. The one i read was a very good topic, had many detailed points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109870689987167694?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109870689987167694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109870689987167694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109870689987167694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109870689987167694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/reaction-to-contrast-essay.html' title='Reaction to contrast essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109844817436112523</id><published>2004-10-22T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T07:55:06.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How i felt about writing the classification essay</title><content type='html'> As I was writing the classification essay I at first actually had a difficult time trying to find a topic to write about. I think i pulled through all right with my topic that i did choose of the three types of cashiers. I think that type of essay is either difficult for peopole or comes on extremel easy for others. I mean , i liked writing and had more and more things to say as i went on, but the tricky part for me was trying to find something to write about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109844817436112523?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109844817436112523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109844817436112523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109844817436112523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109844817436112523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-i-felt-about-writing.html' title='How i felt about writing the classification essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109827335033144597</id><published>2004-10-20T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:55:50.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 21</title><content type='html'>I think that this month has started to go by so fast. I think that it maybe because I am just so excited for Thanksgiving to come around, and for Troy to come home that week. I try to keep myself occupied so i wont think of the days that have gone by, but i just look at how many weeks left i have until Thanksgiving, which usually for me seems to be better. I love thanksgiving. That is a huge holiday for my family when EVERYONE even from out of state family members come up to my aunts house for thankgiving. To my family, this holiday is just as important as Christmas. I don't know what it is, but it just seems to be so huge, and has always been such a big important day for my family. The only thing is, there is always so much food every year that on that particular day of Thanksgiving, i just tend to STUFF the hell out of myself! Everytime. You'd think i'd learn after a while that my body doesnt always agree with that much food i intake and that i get stomach aches after, but no, i just keep doing the same thing every year. It's kind of a tradtition though i guess you could say. But i am really looking forward to November 25th again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109827335033144597?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109827335033144597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109827335033144597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109827335033144597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109827335033144597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-21.html' title='Post 21'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109810112410718588</id><published>2004-10-18T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T08:05:24.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 20</title><content type='html'>I never used to be into politics, or ever was interested in voting or the news, but lately I have seemed to be extremely involved in keeping up with the news, and trying to find out more about the issues that peopole are voting apon. I just turned 18 so i am now able to vote, I just am unsure on who to vote for. Like i said, i pretty much just started being interested in the government, politics and the whole voting thing. I am just proud of myself for finding the time to get involved and educating myself for once with what is going on around me. I just don't have strong view points on most of the things, so i am still unsure if i will go out and vote. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109810112410718588?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109810112410718588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109810112410718588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109810112410718588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109810112410718588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-20.html' title='Post 20'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109784335749642091</id><published>2004-10-15T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T07:58:58.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Intro to classification essay</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy going shopping, going into stores and being greeted by the employees. That makes me feel wanted, and glad that there are still people in the world who do care. Or for this matter, only seem like they care. Sometimes, when they are friendly and do greet me at the door; "Hi, can I help you?" I wonder if they really meant it or not. Some people are fake and can actually make it seem like they care about what you have to say, but yet don't have the slightest care in the world about you. It can be pretty tricky to figure out if they are actually there to do their job,work, and really help you if you have questions, or if they are there and seem friendly because they have to be and that's what they are told. I have found many incidents of shopping in Filenes for the one and only brand; L.E.I jeans and finding cashiers and other employees who are very outgoing and friendly. The kind that doesn't mind going out of their way to help. I have also experienced the type who you can tell are the fake people who ask you how your doing but don't give a shit with what kind of response you make. The last type of cashier is the type that doesn't say a word the whole time you are there before their presense. These people even try and avoid making eye contact with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109784335749642091?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109784335749642091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109784335749642091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784335749642091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784335749642091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/2nd-intro-to-classification-essay.html' title='2nd Intro to classification essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109784183068531808</id><published>2004-10-15T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T07:44:42.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to Classification essay</title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone into Filenes many times to shop for my favorite designer jeans; L.E.I. I only like to buy this particular brand of jeans, because I feel everything else as in Jordache, and Levis are just not good enough. They are the types of jeans that my parents and older adults like to wear and I feel that I am in a new generation and have to wear the top of the line jeans. As I Have gone up to a cashier to pay for the jeans I'd like to buy I have noticed a pattern of different people behind the counter, three different types of cashiers at clothing stores . There are the types of cashiers who are happy all the time, are friendly to customers on their own free will not because they have to be. The second type of cashier is the one who you can tell doesn't really want to be there, they'd much rather be somewhere else.  The third and last type of person at the cash register is the type of person that will just ring you up, put your cloths in the bag and thats that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashiers who are always happy, ready to help you and just seem to be in a good mood are my favorite. These are the kinds of cashiers who are friendly on their own free will and to them, it is just their nature to treat someone so nicely. "Well Hi! how are you? Did you need help finding anything today? Have a great afternoon!" These cashiers are the ones who make you want to come back, the service is always excellent with them, and you feel that they have succeeded with their job of making you feel welcome. I wish that every person who was behind the register was this sort of person. They always offer to help you out whenever they know you're looking a little confused or can tell you have a question boggled up in the ol` brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashiers who are nice, but you can tell they are only being nice because it is part of the job and they're doing it not because they want to, sort of make me feel a little weirded out. They usually act extremely fake and say "hi, did you find everything ok?" in one, low tone of voice and don't seem to show any type of enthuseasic meaning to what they ask. You can tell with these kinds of cashiers that they would much rather be out somewhere else rather than working, and helping your ass. To me, it feels like I am a hassel for them to even ring up a pair of jeans. They just somtimes make me feel very unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sort of cashier that really tends to make me feel occward when i go up to pay for items are the kinds who take your money, give you back change if needed, put the items in a bag, and send you on your way. They don't even have any intention what so ever of making eye contact or starting a conversation with you. This type of cashier isn't like the other two types i have mentioned before. You can actually never tell if they are mad, happy to help, sad or feel that they just want you to get the hell out of their store. They don't seem to show any kind of emotion or facial expression besides the same straight face they have when you come on as opposed to the one they have on when you leave the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many experiences with each of these three types of cashiers. I think that by catagorizing them in these three different kinds, I have pretty much put a damper to the type of people who work in clothing stores behind the register. Every single time I have gone to shop, I always end up with one out of the three cahiers. It just never ends. However, I have never been a cashier at a clothing store before, but I know that if I ever was, I would be a type as listed in the second paragraph. The type of cashier that is nice and friendly to every customer they see, because they want to be, not because they have to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109784183068531808?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109784183068531808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109784183068531808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784183068531808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784183068531808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/intro-to-classification-essay.html' title='Intro to Classification essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109784094966009769</id><published>2004-10-15T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T07:49:09.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts of 2 visited blogs</title><content type='html'>Ashley zerrien and chris arnold are the two blogs that i visited this week and posted comments on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109784094966009769?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109784094966009769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109784094966009769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784094966009769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784094966009769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/posts-of-2-visited-blogs.html' title='Posts of 2 visited blogs'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109784056417902569</id><published>2004-10-15T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T07:42:44.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 19</title><content type='html'>I think that it is beginning to be too cold too fast! I this morning I had a little bit of  frost on my windshield and had to warm up my car a little bit before i took off to class. Winter is comming too early, and i hate it! I love fall, i enjoy everything about fall. Its not too muggy, and its not too cold. All of a sudden, the morning and nights are getting so cold. I am hoping that this winter won't last that long. I hate having to shovel my car out of the snow to try to get to class every morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109784056417902569?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109784056417902569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109784056417902569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784056417902569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109784056417902569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-19.html' title='Post 19'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109762048167958544</id><published>2004-10-12T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:34:41.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What i thought about the first 3 sections of Isearch</title><content type='html'> I thought that writing the first three sections of my eye search paper seemed to be very easy. I didn't find any difficulties, infact I think I had a little too much information to write about. Finding things to add to my paper to lengthen it up a bit was not a problem for me. I actually enjoyed writting about my issue on restraining orders because it helped me to let out thoughts that I had and questions I have knowing that I'll soon be able to find answers to. I am pleased with the conferences that I had with Goldfine. He really seemed to enjoy my topic which helped out a bit. He didn't have me change much of it, or have me correct any of it, so I think that my I-search paper will be successful..I am hoping anyways! I was actually surprised about my writing, I was surprised at how clear it came out and how easy it was to read once i wrote it and sat down to read it all at once. I was pleased with the work that I have done so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109762048167958544?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109762048167958544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109762048167958544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109762048167958544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109762048167958544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-i-thought-about-first-3-sections.html' title='What i thought about the first 3 sections of Isearch'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109723784438922433</id><published>2004-10-08T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T08:17:24.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to Classification Modes</title><content type='html'>I read the snake, snails and puppydog tail story. I absoltutley agreed with the person who wrote this! I like how the story was set up, and how  each different type of guy was a different paragraph. I really liked the detail,and the usage of words. I agree with everything and have seen these types of guys in the past. It seems to me that there are alot of guys in these three catagories that this person has mentioned. Like she said, not EVERY guy is like this, but there are a majority of them who can be labeled as snakes, snails and puppydog tails. I really liked how she came up with the three catagories as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109723784438922433?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109723784438922433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109723784438922433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723784438922433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723784438922433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/reaction-to-classification-modes.html' title='Reaction to Classification Modes'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109723639573089991</id><published>2004-10-08T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T08:00:12.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reaction to 2 blogs</title><content type='html'>This week for going into 2 blogs and responding, I have actually gone into 3 differnt ones. I had gone into Phill C and MikkiRooney as well as Jeff. I aslo as well Posted 2 of my own posts for this week! Thankyou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109723639573089991?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109723639573089991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109723639573089991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723639573089991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723639573089991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/reaction-to-2-blogs.html' title='reaction to 2 blogs'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109723545725760574</id><published>2004-10-08T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:37:37.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 18</title><content type='html'>Yesturday mourning I got up to go to class, got outside and noticed a little piece of paper on the windshield of my car. It was in between the window and the windshield wipers. It stated that starting on November 1st, I will start getting tickets for parking my car on the side of the road because it is in the way of big trucks comming through for example the garbage truck. And than it said something about being able to park on the odd side of the road on odd days and even on even days? What is that all about? I guess i just dont understand that, and what is the point?! I think that is probably the dumbest thing i have heard! I guess there must be some logical reason for this but I just can't seem to figure it out! Anyways, i guess i wont be parking on the side of the road anymore. I dont want to deal with the hassel of getting a parking ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109723545725760574?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109723545725760574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109723545725760574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723545725760574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723545725760574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-18.html' title='Post 18'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109723523254953420</id><published>2004-10-08T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:33:52.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My history on research papers</title><content type='html'>I have written a lot of research papers since I have been in school. The most recent ones I am able to remember about writting are; I wrote a research paper on cheetahs. I have done one on Susan Collins before, and what her role is. I have also done one on my family tree, asking my family memebers questions, and looking at the past history of my family members through pictures and interviews. I have also done one I-search paper before on Type 2 Diabetes. My uncle had diabetes and died from it so I decided to do an I-search by finding out more about it. I mainly used the internet, encyclopedias, books, and asked family members to get information and answers about that paper. But all of the other research papers I have done before, the internet was used for the majority of them. Research papers really haven't been my favorite thing to do since I was in school. Mostly because I just hate gathering up all the information and writing about it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109723523254953420?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109723523254953420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109723523254953420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723523254953420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109723523254953420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-history-on-research-papers.html' title='My history on research papers'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109707152936320906</id><published>2004-10-06T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:05:29.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 17</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend last weekend! I got to see all my friends who went away for college. This week at Old Town was homecomming. And we all went to the homecomming football game on friday. I got to see Troy, and six of my other five friends who came home from Uconn, and Boston University. It was really nice to see everyone again, after about a month and a half. It is really wierd how people seem to change even after a month or so after not being able to see them. It is nice though to see people when they come home for weekends, because it just means that time together means more. I really appreciate it more now than i did when i saw them everyday in high school. I am really looking forward to seeing everyone again in November for thanksgiving break. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109707152936320906?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109707152936320906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109707152936320906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109707152936320906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109707152936320906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/post-17.html' title='Post 17'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109702898419083846</id><published>2004-10-05T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T08:19:01.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I KNOW</title><content type='html'>I don't know a whole lot about this topic however, what I think I am able to tell may not be very accurate. I believe that even thought Brittany has a restraining order against me, she is still able to try and talk to me, or sit by me say at a high school football game to try and get me into trouble. I think that she is able to say or do anything she wants but I am still in the position which is not allowed to take any action. I have to walk away if she was to ever try and egg the situatin on more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if Brittany really wanted to take this to a further level, she could try and take this issue to court to make this restraining order perminant. It seems to me like any one these days can go ahead and throw a restraining or protection order against another person if they really felt like it. I obviously haven't done anything but I think if she's taking it this far than it could be a possiblility that she would be able to get a court hearing about this. I know I still wouldn't get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that restraining orders are a very serious matter, and that they should not be taken as a joke. I think that people who do decide to put some sort of protection or restraining order really believe that they have true reasons to feel that they don't want to have any sort of connection or contact with the person. In this case I think that Brittany really believes that she has a case here, and that she is getting me in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time someone I know had to go to court because she threatend to kill someone on a voice message, and she was also saying "oh I'm going to fucking kick your ass." However, when it was time to go to court, the judge didn't even care that much. He said, "this is something that you two girls need to work out on your own, get out of my court room." It just wasn't something that the judge wanted to hear about because it happens all the time. Girls messing around with other girls lives. So I know that some judges may look at this issue and laugh, and others may take it more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that there is much more about this problem that I can state things I know about. I think that one more thing I can say is that I KNOW for a fact that Brittany is just trying to get this to ruin things between Troy and I, and this is the one thing that she can think of right now which can cause all the problems in her mind. I know that she knows that a restraining order is way out of hand, but this is what she has decided to do. I guess there is nothing else I can do other than to take it in, and go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109702898419083846?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109702898419083846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109702898419083846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109702898419083846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109702898419083846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-i-know.html' title='WHAT I KNOW'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109689229081509206</id><published>2004-10-04T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:17:13.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I AM WRITING</title><content type='html'>I am writing an I-search paper on the topic of restraining orders, because I feel that it is something that has just recently became an issue in my life with somone else and I feel that I should be acknowledged about this issue if I have one put on me. I need to be aware about them, and know what I can and cannot do. It is important for me to know these things because I can easily get in trouble by not following a rule, I can even get arrested. Even if I wasn't aware that I was breaking a rule, it wouldn't matter because I am responsible for making sure I draw a line. I figured that since this just became a problem in my life right around the time that the i-search paper was assigned, I figured I'd try to make a paper about restraining orders not only to be graded, but to find out some important information for myself. This is a very big thing in my life right now. It is something that is new to me, something that I have only seen and heard about on t.v. and the radio. Never in real life have I heard about having a restraining order put on someone that I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that writing a paper on restraining orders will not only benefit me to understand what rules and regulations I have towards me, but to answer some of my questions. I am curious to find out if now that Brittany has put one on me, I am not allowed to talk to her or make any communication with her what so ever. My question is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is she allowed to come talk to me or try to egg it on more by talking about me loud enough so I can hear it? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now that I can't do anything, did the police tell her to follow the same rules, pretend I don't exist as well?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can she bring this to court and try to make things up to get me introuble? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All these questions are things that I am unaware of and am really looking forward to finding out the answers. I just wonder what was going through her mind when she decided to take this to the cops and ask them to go far enough to put a restraining order against me. This is just an issue I think I am going to try to have to find out and figure out by myself since I am unable to talk to Brittany to ask her. I will have to try and understand on my own. This is exactly why I am writing. These are the problems and questions on my mind latley, things that just won't go away, and will eat at me until I do something about it. Until I go out and research, and talk to people about restraining orders and the reason why I have one put on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so motivated to writing this because it just makes me so angry that someone would go that far in the first place to make a rumor and than turn in torwards me to look like the bad guy by having a restraining order against me. It just makes me so mad because this is high school bull shit. Stuff that girls deal with in high school. I have graduated, and have become a young, MATURE adult. I don't want to deal with this shit, however since Brittany has done this, I guess I have no other choice than to just deal with it. All the anger that I have towards this topic just turns into more things I want to write about in this I-search paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109689229081509206?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109689229081509206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109689229081509206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109689229081509206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109689229081509206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-i-am-writing_04.html' title='WHY I AM WRITING'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109663225534316618</id><published>2004-10-01T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:04:15.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to 4 blogs</title><content type='html'>This week I went and looked at some other blogs that people have posted. I checked out blogs by TrishaJ, Andrew Weber, Lyndsey Mcgowan and Phil Crone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109663225534316618?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109663225534316618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109663225534316618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109663225534316618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109663225534316618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/10/reaction-to-4-blogs.html' title='Reaction to 4 blogs'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109649544124270418</id><published>2004-09-29T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:38:02.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKGROUND</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have lived here in Old Town, there has always been gossip and rumors about anyone and everything. I have lived here for about 9 years. It is just a small town outside of bangor and I don't think that people have anything better to do with themselves than to start shit with other people. I never heard more people talking about one another until I moved up to high school. Good ol` Old Town High I guess you could say. I never could figure out what was so special about it, just a bunch of nitt witt teenagers messing around with others personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there weren't guys at the lockers talking about which girl they wanted to "bang" next, than it was always two huge cliches of girls standing across from each other arguing and bitching at one another. Of course there was only two girls yelling at each other, but they always had to have their gang right there to back them up, to stand there with there arms folded and their evil eyes glancing as if they wanted to kill on the "enemy." Didn't they think they were tough shit?All those evil girls were pretty much all talk anways. I only saw a couple actual physical girl fights in my four years at Old Town high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just the type of person that would just walk by or try to squeeze my way through the fued to get to my next class or to my locker. I always tried to avoid those types of incidents. I hated listening to girls fight, or the language the guys used amungst themselves, it was just so discusting and appauling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever tried to make rumors of me or tried to pick a fight with me. I was always nice to everyone. I wasn't a quiet girl, I was very outgoing and would say hi to everyone in the halls, even if I didn't know them that well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'd walk through the halls, minding my own business because I never wanted to get involved in anything that would make someone else mad or upset, that and the fact that I just wasn't iterested in causing drama and getting into people's buisness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd at least smile to someone if we'd make eye contact, unlike those other evil snobby girls who would have their noses suck high in the air, their chest stuck out and there eyes glanced straight ahead so that there would be no chance of eye contact. For god sakes, I even said hi to geeks; the "unpopular kids" if I just happend to walk by or make eye contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself to be a nice person. My family has always taught me to be polite, use manners and to treat others how you'd want to be treated. I guess thats the reason I was liked alot by people in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a problem with anyone until my senior year. During the summer going into senior year I started dating Troy. Before we got together, a while ago before we did, he was in a relationship with a girl named Brittany. She is two years younger than we are. They were going out off and on through Troy's junior year and Brittany's freshman year. They broke up, well I should say &lt;em&gt;Troy &lt;/em&gt;broke up with Brittany and ended things there. They never went back out after that. However, she has always and will always have a thing for him. We started seeing each other the summer after junior year headed into senior year. Ever since then, Brittany has been so jelous of him and I. In the halls, we'd be walking together and If she walked by she'd be like "Hi Troy!." and one time we were headed out side going home from school and she walked up to Troy and I and was like "Oh, here Troy here are your sweatpants, I didn't want to give them back because I still wear them all the time." She'd do these types of things just to try and piss me off. It didn't bother me though because I knew how mature she was being and I wasn't about to stoop to that level. I would just smile at her and we'd walk away. It didn't bother me because I knew if I did act pissed off, than it would have made her happy because that's exactly what she wanted to do. She tried to do everything to break us up at the beginning of our relationship. May I remind you that her and I have never had a problem before, we actually never even talked before this all came into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, she stopped bugging him and moved on to another guy she had interests for. I never had anymore problems with her again until recently. That was at the beginning of senior year when she first started doing that. Now, Troy and I have graduated, we graduated in June.&lt;br /&gt;raduated and she is a junior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that things were okay and that she was over Troy finally. I guess I thought she matured and knew how childish she acted about the whole thing. Boy was I wrong. Come to find out she started a rumor probably about a month ago that Troy cheated on me with her. She was telling people that he kissed her and that she pulled away. Evidently this all happend a week before he left for Uconn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is just a rumor because Troy is probably the most honest person I have ever met. We have such a healthy relationship. We always tell each other what's on our minds, we NEVER argue because there is simply never anything to fight about. We are honest with eachother and both agree that honestly is one of the most important things in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's had bad relationships in the past of getting hurt and being cheated on, so he knows how it feels. He has made it clear to me that he'd never hurt me, because he knows how badly it feels and how upset it makes him. That and the fact that he's simply just not the cheating type. We have been together for about 1 year and 4 months, nothing has gone bad so far,and I know that a little rumor wont get in the way of us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, since she has started this little rumor of hers, she has it being said all around town. Things get across town very quickly around here. People talk. As a matter of fact, thats all people do here; gossip, gossip and more gossip. She found out that I heard about the rumor. When I did, I tried calling her, I wanted to be civil and mature. I had NO intention of yelling at her or threatening her. I called her up and said "Brittany I just want to talk to you about something i've been hearing." She woudn't even let me have a chance to spit anything esle out and she responded "Uhm, no thanks I'm all set with that...." and CLICK. That was the end of that conversation. That didn't help at all. As a matter of fact, that same night I called her, I had the cops knocking at my door. They came to tell me that I was no longer to try to call Brittany, I wasn't allowed to email her, send her a letter or make eye contact with her. " Pretent that she doesn't even exist." The state policeman said. I was so angry at the fact she took it to this level. The reason why she did this, was becasue she didn't know how I would react to this situation. She already has a lot of peolple who hate her and want to "beat her up" and she just figured I'd want to join in with the crew. I'm not like that though. I've never had any experience with cops and for sure haven't broken any laws or been to jail. I am not a violent person. She just doesn't know so she figured she'd just put a restraining order against me rather than admitting to me what she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the story. She put a restraining order against me. The cops came to my house and asked me about the situation. I explained my side of the story. He just wanted me to know that Brittany does not want to have any contact with me. His exact words to me were to "pretend she doesn't exist." and to "walk away if you see her comming." He also stated that if I were to try and make contact with her, than I would have a permanant restraining order against me that would also include a court date if Brittany wanted. I couldn't tell you the first 5 rules about restraining orders. I have never had to deal with this type of thing. However she has them set on probably more than half of the female student body at Old Town High. She likes to cause trouble, and try to ruin other people's lives. I figure the more I know about this issue, the more it will benefit me because I obviously have to be aware of the regulations so I don't go break one and get arrested or something and don't even know what I did wrong. It's pretty pathetic I'd say, but I guess that's the story I have to tell about my curiosity and history about restraining orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109649544124270418?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109649544124270418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109649544124270418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109649544124270418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109649544124270418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/background.html' title='BACKGROUND'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109646093650084406</id><published>2004-09-29T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T08:24:32.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Paragraph essay</title><content type='html'>Did you know that every 15 minutes someone in the U.S dies in an alcohol related car crash? Many people do not know that. I didn't know much about it until last May. Not a whole lot of people are acknowledged about that statistic in schools, or have a chance to really see how it effects people. Other people just don't take the time to see how common it is for a drunk driving accident to occur, or figure "hey, that doesn't bother me, that type of thing couldn't ever happen to me or one of my friends cuz we're careful when we drive drunk." No, you can never be " careful" when you are driving under the influence. Every other year at Old Town High they have this program which is actually called the "Every 15 Minute Program". This is a mock car accident in which we have students to play the role of a drunk driver who kilss two other students as well as injuring another. The whole school is able to go outside and view the scene. The cars are smashed, and the peopole inside first experience the jaws of life; who tear the car so that the they are able to get out. The deceased victims are placed in body bags. The injured goes up in a helocopter and is rushed to the hosptial. The driver actually gets the chance to see what is like to go to jail as well as being brought before a judge. This all seems so real because students get a chance to experience what really goes on. They have an actual funeral for the deceased victims the next day. After the funeral is over, students and family members are then able to re-unite. People take this program extremely serious. Last May on the 19th Old Town had another one of those mock accidents, and I was involved. I was one of the deceased victims who died in the crash. I wanted to do this for three reasons. I wanted to Show students as well as myself what really happens in a drunk driving collision, I wanted to make an impact on others lives to make people realize how dangerous drinking and driving really is. And last but not least I wanted to show people how it felt to lose a freind/family member for a life time due to the cause of a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've been in an accident or have actually seen one, you don't know what really happens and the steps that are taken to clean the accident up. The car I was in was ripped apart, left and right by the jaws of life. I had my eyes closed, but could feel the vibration of the car moving from the heavy machinery and the pieces of glass from the windshield throwing itself on my body. I could hear the audience; the student body around the accident screaming and crying. As they lifted my body from the car, I was limb and felt unconcious. Even though this accident wasn't real, it felt real. Everything at that moment seemed like it was actually happening. They put my body on the ground and covered it up with a sheet. At that point I could really hear people balling their eyes out as I was just laying there on the ground, "dead." They put a bracelet around my ankle that had my name, birth date, death date and the funeral home I was being taken to. I am unsure how many people, but I had a few people lift me up and place me in a body bag on top of a stretcher. I was zipped up and put put into the back of a hurse. I then was taken off to the funeral home. Mean while, The other deceased victim experienced the same. The drunk driver was with police officers doing breathalizer tests, and being handcuffed. He was taken off in the back of a police car headed to court followed by a night in jail, while the injured was placed on a stretcher and was rushed to the hospital in a helecopter. There was blood everywhere. It was fake, but looked amazingly real. Everyone was just in hestarics. I will never forget the pounding of my heart. It was pounding so hard that it was actually hurting. I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest any moment, I had never had felt like that in my life before. This was a way to show people exactly how a scene like that is dealt with. It made me as well as many others feel very sick in the stomach to think that this really happens to people, that they can be laughing and having a great time in one minute, and the next be laying in a body bag, dead. I'm sure to see one of your fellow classmates be taken off in a hurse to the funeral home probably isn't a sight that most people would want to live for. From what I've been told, it was one of the scariest sights to ever see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to make an impact on other's lives. I wanted people to see how serious drinking and driving is. I know that having the whole school come out to see this mock accident may not have effected everyone, it did touch a lot of people, but even if it just had an impact on one person, that would still mean that I as well as the other's who participated succeeded. That would still save one more person from making a bad choice. We wanted to make people realize how things can change in an instant once someone makes the decision to get behind the wheel once they have been intoxicated. It happens all the time, and figured that if we could make a change, than it would decrease the number of deaths and injuries caused by drinking under the influence. If you really think about it, and this is something that was stated through this experience, if you decide to get behind the wheel, just think about the other people as well as yourself who you can harm, injure and probably end up killing. No one wants that knock on the door by a police man who has come to say that you have lost a loved one. It's a scary thought, and it doesn't have to happen if people would just be smart about decisions. If every party had one sober person who was to take the keys of people who had been drinking, it would deffinately reduce the risk as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I thought was important and was another reason I wanted to be in the program was to let my student body see how it felt to lose someone who they knew of, were friends with and even loved. A lot of people have never experienced what it was like to lose someone they knew, and many people may not get the chance go through such a tragedy.However, this was as real as it will get for many people. This gave others the experience to feel the pain and anger someone else can cause you. Someone who has just killed someone you know because they decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all to go for a drive after a couple beers. It is so important to know these things. Human beings lives are at risk everytime a person does this. When your drunk, most probably don't think about it or don't care much about anything at the time to realize it. It is a good idea to always think and make decisiosn to put the keys away and to make good, healthy decisions that are best for not only you but for the other people on the road. I have probably never felt so strongly about something in my whole life. I had a loved one in the past killed as a result of a drunk driver, and it just frustrates me that people can be so ignorant to not know the danger that this has over people. No matter what, poeple are always saying that they can control themselves while they are drinking, but there are sometimes where you just can't. Once you have alcohol in your system, it changes your body and you have less control over your self and your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes me more angry than when I hear of people on the radio, news or on t.v. about how they drink and drive, or how they have lost someone from that cause. People just don't realize that in a split second your life as well as others lives are in danger the minute you get in back of the wheel after alcohol has entered your body. I want people to read this paper and agree with me that drinking and driving is a wrong decision. I want people to read this and picture in their heads what it would be like if they lost someone who they loved more than life due to drunk driving. What I don't want is this to be read by someone and have them say "Oh she's dumb, she doesnt know what she's talking about. I have driven drunk millions of times and I've never had anything bad happen to me." It only takes one time. It takes one time for a good day to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109646093650084406?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109646093650084406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109646093650084406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109646093650084406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109646093650084406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/5-paragraph-essay.html' title='5 Paragraph essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109646054819094629</id><published>2004-09-29T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T08:22:28.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings about the 5 paragraph essay</title><content type='html'>I think I had a lot to say about my topic on the five paragraph essay. I didn' t go in to detail with a few things because I didn't feel that they were things that really neede to be said, but as I was writting, i really got right into it because I could picture in my head what was happending and the way i was feeling when everything was going on. I remembered hearing people scream and cry which made me just go deep in to detail in a few ideas i had. I thought it was easy to write this paper just because i had so much to say. I could have made it much longer but than it wouldn't have been just 5 paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109646054819094629?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109646054819094629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109646054819094629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109646054819094629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109646054819094629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/feelings-about-5-paragraph-essay.html' title='Feelings about the 5 paragraph essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109628778686322305</id><published>2004-09-27T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T07:49:33.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>middle section of Isearch</title><content type='html'>Unless you've been in an accident or have actually seen one, you don't know what really happens and the steps that are taken to clean the accident up. The car I was in was ripped apart, left and right by the jaws of life. I had my eyes closed, but could feel the vibration of the car moving from the heavy machinery and the pieces of glass from the windshield throwing itself on my body. I could hear the audience; the student body around the accident screaming and crying. As they lifted my body from the car, I was limb and felt unconcious. Even though this accident wasn't real, it felt real. Everything at that moment seemed like it was actually happening. They put my body on the ground and covered it up with a sheet. At that point I could really hear people balling their eyes out as I was just laying there on the ground, "dead." They put a bracelet around my ankle that had my name, birth date, death date and the funeral home I was being taken to. I am unsure how many people, but I had a few people lift me up and place me in a body bag on top of a stretcher. I was zipped up and put put into the back of a hurse. I then was taken off to the funeral home. Mean while, The other deceased victim experienced the same. The drunk driver was with police officers doing breathalizer tests, and being handcuffed. He was taken off in the back of a police car headed to court followed by a night in jail, while the injured was placed on a stretcher and was rushed to the hospital in a helecopter. There was blood everywhere. It was fake, but looked amazingly real. Everyone was just in hestarics. I will never forget the pounding of my heart. It was pounding so hard that it was actually hurting. I felt like it was going to burst out of my chest any moment, I had never had felt like that in my life before. This was a way to show people exactly how a scene like that is dealt with. It made me as well as many others feel very sick in the stomach to think that this really happens to people, that they can be laughing and having a great time in one minute, and the next be laying in a body bag, dead. I'm sure to see one of your fellow classmates be taken off in a hurse to the funeral home probably isn't a sight that most people would want to live for. From what I've been told, it was one of the scariest sights to ever see.&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to make an impact on other's lives. I wanted people to see how serious drinking and driving is. I know that having the whole school come out to see this mock accident may not have effected everyone, it did touch a lot of people, but even if it just had an impact on one person, that would still mean that I as well as the other's who participated succeeded. That would still save one more person from making a bad choice. We wanted to make people realize how things can change in an instant once someone makes the decision to get behind the wheel once they have been intoxicated. It happens all the time, and figured that if we could make a change, than it would decrease the number of deaths and injuries caused by drinking under the influence. If you really think about it, and this is something that was stated through this experience, if you decide to get behind the wheel, just think about the other people as well as yourself who you can harm, injure and probably end up killing. No one wants that knock on the door by a police man who has come to say that you have lost a loved one. It's a scary thought, and it doesn't have to happen if people would just be smart about decisions. If every party had one sober person who was to take the keys of people who had been drinking, it would deffinately reduce the risk as well.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I thought was important and was another reason I wanted to be in the program was to let my student body see how it felt to lose someone who they knew of, were friends with and even loved. A lot of people have never experienced what it was like to lose someone they knew, and many people may not get the chance go through such a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;However, this was as real as it will get for many people. This gave others the experience to feel the pain and anger someone else can cause you. Someone who has just killed someone you know because they decided it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all to go for a drive after a couple beers. It is so important to know these things. Human beings lives are at risk everytime a person does this. When your drunk, most probably don't think about it or don't care much about anything at the time to realize it. It is a good idea to always think and make decisiosn to put the keys away and to make good, healthy decisions that are best for not only you but for the other people on the road. I have probably never felt so strongly about something in my whole life. I had a loved one in the past killed as a result of a drunk driver, and it just frustrates me that people can be so ignorant to not know the danger that this has over people. No matter what, poeple are always saying that they can control themselves while they are drinking, but there are sometimes where you just can't. Once you have alcohol in your system, it changes your body and you have less control over your self and your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109628778686322305?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109628778686322305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109628778686322305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109628778686322305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109628778686322305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/middle-section-of-isearch.html' title='middle section of Isearch'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109624509703283484</id><published>2004-09-26T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:19:45.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion to Cause &amp; Effect</title><content type='html'> Nothing makes me more angry than when I hear of people on the radio, news or on t.v. about how they drink and drive, or how they have lost someone from that cause. People just don't realize that in a split second your life as well as others lives are in danger the minute you get in back of the wheel after alcohol has entered your body. I want people to read this paper and agree with me that drinking and driving is a wrong decision. I want people to read this and picture in their heads what it would be like if they lost someone who they loved more than life due to drunk driving. What I don't want is this to be read by someone and have them say "Oh she's dumb, she doesnt know what she's talking about.  I have driven drunk millions of times and I've never had anything bad happen to me." It only takes one time. It takes one time for a good day to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109624509703283484?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109624509703283484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109624509703283484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109624509703283484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109624509703283484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/conclusion-to-cause-effect.html' title='Conclusion to Cause &amp; Effect'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109624441664386678</id><published>2004-09-26T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T20:20:16.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 16</title><content type='html'>I was just curious to why people these days seem to have no manners at all. It is a little frusterating to me to think that either parents of kids arent teaching them manners and how to be generous to others or kids just refuse to take in what they are being taught. I work at a restaurant and when i just look around, i am always seeing kids eating with their fingers, or burping. The thing is, parents don't tell them to stop. They don't say anything at all, they sit there and let it happen. Sometimes i'll see an adult doing the same thing. It just seems like no one around cares about anything or anyone. People can just be so rude and it really grosses me out! Not even that, I'll go to seat someone at a table and they'll treat me like dirt, saying "oh i dont want to sit there, why the hell are you bringing me here, i said i wanted a booth." just things like that make me feel like im nobody. Im sick of it! Why can't people take in a little bit of common sense, and self respect as well as respect for other people? Oh well..i guess things will never change. Some just like being mean and rude, some just dont care. I guess thats just something you have to deal with in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109624441664386678?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109624441664386678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109624441664386678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109624441664386678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109624441664386678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-16.html' title='Post 16'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109602899843730959</id><published>2004-09-24T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T08:29:58.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to Genealogy Isearch</title><content type='html'>After reading the Isearch paper on Genealolgy am looking forward to my topic on Restraining orders. That paper was very, extrememly organized, and had a lot of questions and ideas by the writter. There was a lot of information that the writter had already and much more information that they found out through research and interstest. They were really into the topic because like they said, they really loved history, people and a challenge. Genealogy was a perfect topic for this person to do an Isearch on. I want to be just as organized with my paper as they were with that one. Maybe having a folder of documents, and other things like other people's  realistic stories on the topic will help me to succeed with " Restraining Orders" I guess in order to do well on this paper, you really have to be into the Idea  you have, be organzied and really have something you want to write about, because those will make it much easier for you to complete the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109602899843730959?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109602899843730959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109602899843730959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109602899843730959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109602899843730959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/reaction-to-genealogy-isearch.html' title='Reaction to Genealogy Isearch'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109602628695008497</id><published>2004-09-24T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T07:44:46.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 15</title><content type='html'>Next Friday on October 1st, is homecomming at Old Town High. My brother is a Junior this year, and he's playing football for the first time ever this season.  His homecomming game is on Friday so i'm very anxious to go see him play, and see how the team's doing this year. In past years, Old Town really hasn't been all that good. They win slim to never. I am pretty excited also because a few of my other friends are commin home from college for the weekend to go see the games. My boyfriend Troy and my freind Tyler are comming home from UConn, and my friends Sara, Nick and Tryson are comming home from Boston. So this should be a good chance to spend a little time with them for the weekend. On homecomming the highschool also has paradeds, homecomming king and queen and other evens. That week is usally alot of fun for the students. Now that I think about it, i sort of am starting to miss high school! But, i think that weekend should be a blast, I'm really looking forward to seeing some freinds of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109602628695008497?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109602628695008497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109602628695008497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109602628695008497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109602628695008497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-15.html' title='Post 15'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109602561314110657</id><published>2004-09-24T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T07:33:33.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause &amp; Effect paragraph 2</title><content type='html'>Did you know that every 15 minutes someone in the U.S dies in an alcohol related car crash? Many people do not know that. I didn't know much about it until last May. Not a whole lot of  people are acknowledged about that statistic in schools, or have a chance to really see how it effects people. Other people just don't take the time to see how common it is for a drunk driving accident to occur, or figure "hey, that doesn't bother me, that type of thing couldn't ever happen to me or one of my friends cuz we're careful when we drive drunk." No, you can never be " careful" when you are driving under the influence. Every other year at Old Town High they have this program which is actually called the "Every 15 Minute Program". This is a mock car accident in which we have students to play the role of a drunk driver who kilss two other students as well as injuring another. The whole school is able to go outside and view the scene. The cars are smashed, and the peopole inside first experience the jaws of life; who tear the car so that the they are able to get out. The deceased victims are placed in body bags. The injured goes up in a helocopter and is rushed to the hosptial. The driver actually gets the chance to see what is like to go to jail as well as being brought before a judge. This all seems so real because students get a chance to experience what really goes on. They have an actual funeral for the deceased victims the next day. After the funeral is over, students and family members are then able to re-unite. People take this program extremely serious. Last May on the 19th Old Town had another one of those mock accidents, and I was involved. I was one of the deceased victims who died in the crash. I wanted to do this for three reasons. I wanted to Show students as well as myself what really happens in a drunk driving collision, I wanted to make an impact on others lives to make people realize how dangerous drinking and driving really is. And last but not least I wanted to show people how it felt to lose a freind/family member for a life time due to the cause of a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109602561314110657?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109602561314110657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109602561314110657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109602561314110657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109602561314110657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/cause-effect-paragraph-2.html' title='Cause &amp; Effect paragraph 2'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109585401721381200</id><published>2004-09-22T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T07:53:37.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 14</title><content type='html'>The next holiday of the year is Halloween. That is just a little over a month away. I am pretty pschyed because I love passing out candy at looking at all the little kids dressed up in their cute little costumes. They are just so cute. I love when you get the 2 year old's dressed up in there little pumkin suit or Pooh Bear costume. I think that is one of my favorite holidays besides Christmas. I used to love to trick-or-treat on Halloween as a kid. My brother and I woudl get all dressed up by 5 o'clock and start before it even got dark out. We were just soo excited to get out there and see how much candy we could recieve. I think the best costume I had was the year my mom decided to make my brothers and mine by hand. My brother was a ninja turtle, and I was a princess. She even made a wand and all. My poor mother, spent so much time on those but they were so awesome! We loved those cosutmes and thought they were the best ever. I think I was 5 when she made me that costume. I thought I was the prettiest girl around, prancing away waving my wand and walking like a princess would I even got to wear a bit of make up that night which made me so excited. My brother Logan was right into the ninja turtles so as he had the costume on, he would try to do ninja moves on me. I'll always remember that Halloween. I think every kid has a Halloween coustme that they will always remember. One that sticks out in their mind. So im looking forward to checkin out what new costumes are out for kids this year and passing out candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109585401721381200?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109585401721381200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109585401721381200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109585401721381200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109585401721381200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-14.html' title='Post 14'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109585307416126739</id><published>2004-09-22T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T08:31:28.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause &amp; Effect paragraph</title><content type='html'>Every 15 minutes someone in the U.S dies of an alcohol related car crash. Every other year at Old Town High they have this program which is actually called the "Every 15 Minute Program". This is a mock car accident in which we have students to play the role of a drunk driver who kilss two other students as well as injuring another. The whole school is able to go outside and view the scene. The cars are smashed, and the peopole inside first experience the jaws of life; who tear the car so that the they are able to get out. The deceased victims are placed in body bags. The injured goes up in a helocopter and is rushed to the hosptial. The driver actually gets the chance to see what is like to go to jail as well as being brought before a judge. This all seems so real because students get a chance to experience what really goes on. They have an actual funeral for the deceased victims the next day. After the funeral is over, students and family members are then able to re-unite. People take this program extremely serious. Last May on the 19th Old Town had another one of those mock accidents, and I was involved. I was one of the deceased victims who died in the crash. I wanted to do this for three reasons. I wanted to Show students as well as myself what really happens in a drunk driving collision, I wanted to make an impact on others lives to make people realize how dangerous drinking and driving really is. And last but not least I wanted to show people how it felt to lose a freind/family member for a life time due to the cause of a drunk driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109585307416126739?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109585307416126739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109585307416126739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109585307416126739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109585307416126739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/cause-effect-paragraph.html' title='Cause &amp; Effect paragraph'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109568275433017257</id><published>2004-09-20T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T08:19:14.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 13</title><content type='html'>I don't think i've ever been so exhausted. I know its Monday, and most people do feel this way on Monday's but I seem to be feeling it extra this morning.  I had one class Friday at 8:00 which was this class, and had the rest of the day off, even from work. That day i was really busy, running errands and things. However, i usually work up to 20 hours a week, and i got all 20 and a couple more hours in on Saturday &amp; Sunday. In two days I completed what usually takes a week. I am just worn out. I literally rolled out of bed to come this morning, but dont worry, i did Brush my teeth! I am just not used to working that much on the weekends, it really can do a number on ya! I hope I dont get in to having to do this more often, because if so, I'll deffinately be tired like this every monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109568275433017257?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109568275433017257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109568275433017257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109568275433017257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109568275433017257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-13.html' title='Post 13'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109542468247090252</id><published>2004-09-17T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:35:09.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 12</title><content type='html'> I am thinking about writting my first five paragraph topic on why i got in an accident with my car. I think it will be a really good topic to write about. I have alot to say, and can deffinatley think of 3 reasons why. It was something that happend last winter when I was comming home from work by the mall at Oriental Jade. I was leaving, it was a snowy, windy night and it was around 11:30 when this happend. I was driving; maybe i was driving too fast but i just cant remember. It all just happned so fast. The roads were extremely icy and slick, i turned the steering wheel left, and my car did a complete circle and hit a light post. Luckily I was alright, i didnt get hurt however the front end of my car did. The light post bent right to the ground and and busted the light itself.  That was my first and only accident i've had. It was the scariest experience i've ever had as well. I've had my license for a little over 2 years, and im sure there will be more of those to come! I still drive the same car, but the front end is just a little bent out of shape, as well as my right blinker, i have to move the blinker up and down myself. I'm sure i'll have no trouble with this assignment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109542468247090252?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109542468247090252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109542468247090252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109542468247090252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109542468247090252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-12.html' title='Post 12'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109542178884351011</id><published>2004-09-17T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T07:49:48.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 11</title><content type='html'> Well it's a rainy day today. The sky is cloudy and the air is muggy. On these sort of days, I usually like to just go rent a couple movies, sit at home watch them with a bag of popcorn. I think thats  what most people like to do on rainy days...why is that? I think it's because its just too yucky out to go do anything productive outside, and its just those type of days where you dont feel like getting out of your pajamas and going to run arrands, or grocery shop. On a rainy day, i either like to watch movies, clean, or take a nap. I don't know what it is about the rain outside, it just makes me tired. I will always take a couple naps during the day when it gets like that. Well hopefully this day clears up a bit; I've got a busy day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109542178884351011?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109542178884351011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109542178884351011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109542178884351011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109542178884351011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-11.html' title='Post 11'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109525247719627301</id><published>2004-09-15T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T08:47:57.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to Cause &amp; Effect essay</title><content type='html'>The essay that was on the site about Valentine's Day and love. I think that those three reasons why love can end in pain is very realistic for many people. Dishonesty, fear, and selfishness alot of times is a problem in many relationships. They may not all have a part of it, but at least one is involved in realationships. Some people just may feel fear about the relationship ending, which may cause it go to downhill from all the worrying. I don't seem to have them in my relationship yet, exept for the fear of us breaking apart because he is away to college. But that is probably the worst it gets. I am always honest, and i am not a selfish person. I think that many can agree with at least 1 of those 3 problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109525247719627301?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109525247719627301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109525247719627301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109525247719627301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109525247719627301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/reaction-to-cause-effect-essay.html' title='Reaction to Cause &amp; Effect essay'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109525095688227850</id><published>2004-09-15T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T08:22:36.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 10</title><content type='html'> I am just so excited. My appartment is finally comming together. This week we just got a new coffee table, may I add that my roommate and i have been searching for one for the past month. It seems like such an easy thing to just go out and buy. But every store we went to for example, sears, walmart, superwalmart and target seemed to look at Cortney (my roommate) and i as if we had two heads. "Thats a weird thing to shop for, no im sorry we don't carry those."&lt;br /&gt;That seemed to be the answer we got as we shopped at all those stores. I don't understand why it was such an occward thing to buy, i mean doesnt everone buy one at some point in there life? Well we searched and searched. We didn't want to go to a furniture store and pay $100 and over.  We just wanted a simple little coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;We finally found one in Old Town at Gary's Discount store. That store has alot of nice stuff, and it isnt cheap, but they are at reasonable prices. So we found a coffee table there, and it came up to $50. It is beautiful! It just amazes me how many stores don't carry those types of things. I'm really Pschyed about my new place, and i love how everything is being put together. I never would have dreamed of having a place like this at the age of 18. I'm very thankful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109525095688227850?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109525095688227850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109525095688227850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109525095688227850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109525095688227850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-10.html' title='Post 10'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109520777250666071</id><published>2004-09-14T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:22:52.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Person Paragraph </title><content type='html'>Have you ever met the type of person who thinks they know everything and i mean everything about anything you bring up. There is one person i know of who is like that who absolutley drives me crazy. Sometimes it just frustrates me so much i feel like i just want to stand up and flip out on them. I had someone like that in my history/government class my junior year. Everytime we had a discussion in class about a topic whether it was about the news, or politics this girl would always be the one to interrupt and tell the class how she disagress. It was an on-going battle every class. One day another student actually interrupted &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; as she was blabing on and on. "Don't you think the class is just a tad bit sick and tired of listening to you crab about how you think everyone else is wrong on their oppinion?" The kid actually stuck up for the class and made a piont to the girl that she was a little to opinionated and stated that she needed to keep her mouth shut once in a while. She just sat there with this discusted look on her face. But hey, at least it shut her up for the 30 minutes of class we had left. That just goes to show that there are probably alot of people out there who don't dare to stand up for themselves, or others. But this time someone did...someone took the chance and made a point that the class was done listening to her talk all the time. I think i can speak for everyone else in the class as well as myself that once and i while you just gotta speak up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109520777250666071?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109520777250666071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109520777250666071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109520777250666071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109520777250666071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/person-paragraph.html' title='Person Paragraph '/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109510976553967682</id><published>2004-09-13T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:09:25.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 9</title><content type='html'> Well, now that we are starting to think about that I-search paper, i really don't seem to have any ideas on what to write about. I really just cannot think of a topic that i have a question about and at the same time takes part of my life. I've really actually sat down and thought about it, but it's difficult. I was thinking writting about diets, and which ones are healthy but now that i got to thinking, maybe that topic is a little to broad, a little out there in terms of breaking it down to just one idea. I dont know...this just seems to be a little harder than i thought. I've done one before but at that time, i actually had a recent topic to research about. So maybe if i could get a little bit of advice, that'd be great! Well hopefully i'll think of a topic by tomorrow..i'll be open to any ideas however!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109510976553967682?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109510976553967682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109510976553967682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109510976553967682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109510976553967682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-9.html' title='Post 9'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109507893729450946</id><published>2004-09-13T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T08:35:37.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing Assignment</title><content type='html'> When I was little, I too played with barbie and ken all the time. I had millions and millions of barbies that I would play with. I would pretend that They would get married and have this great relationship. I got this idea of having a great relationship from my parents, so I would use it on barbie and Ken. For example, Barbie and Ken would always go out to eat, or go to the beach, clean the house together, I would always just have them do things together because they were always known as an "item" That is how I always dreamed of being, just like Ken and Barbie. Ever since I was little I wanted to have a relationship just like that. I still feel the same way, Yet Im only 18. I still want to have that same relationship someday. The way I saw barbie and ken is the way I want to see myself when I'm older. I just feel that when I was little, I knew how relationships worked, and I could show it through playing with dolls. As I was young until now, I  feel the same way about things and that is why I think that playing with dolls and admiring barbie and ken as a child made me realize and made me learn thats what relationships are all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109507893729450946?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109507893729450946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109507893729450946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109507893729450946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109507893729450946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/thing-assignment.html' title='The Thing Assignment'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109482000422536025</id><published>2004-09-10T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:40:04.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 8</title><content type='html'>We have had our last english class of the week, and Goldfine was talking about beginning to think about our I-search paper. I have acutally done an I-search paper before. I did it last year, my senior year in english class. It seems to be the same thing as what he is describing to us. My question was How does Type 1 Diabetes effect a person? The reason why I chose this topic was because my uncle had Diabetes and died from a diabetic reaction. Also my grandfather has it as well so it does have a connection with my family. I was curious to know more about the topic to be more educated about my family members. I think that they are really a great way to learn more about something that you have little knowledge about. I learned alot about Diabetes, infact i was able to help other family members learn more about it as well. I am excited to do another paper like this, I am unsure about what I'd like to right about at this point, but I know when I do figure out something, It will be a question that I really have an interest in, and want to really know more to find out the answer. I hope people find that this will benefit them just as much as the I-search paper I did last year did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109482000422536025?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109482000422536025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109482000422536025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109482000422536025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109482000422536025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-8.html' title='Post 8'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109481668469821901</id><published>2004-09-10T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T07:44:44.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 7</title><content type='html'>                        I know that there are a lot of commercials and people talking about voting latley. But to tell you the truth, I am 18 and unregistered to vote. I know I know, I really should be out there voting but the truth is, I'm really not into politics and things like that. I realize that this election will effect me and that my vote DOES count, many people have made that clear but I guess I'm just not that interested enough to vote. Another thing is that I'm not that educated on the election and about that sort of stuff. I should go out and educate myself but like I said, I'm just not that interested. And I realize people get frusterated when they hear things like that from young people because they think that they need to get everyone out there to make a difference, that's why when people ask if who's going to go out and vote, I don't say anything because I don't want to get this big lecture that goes along with it. Maybe next time, when I have time to sit down, read the paper, watch the news, and have more of a clue of what's going on around me then I'll take the time to go vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109481668469821901?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109481668469821901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109481668469821901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109481668469821901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109481668469821901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-7.html' title='Post 7'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109474803787267477</id><published>2004-09-09T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:40:37.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 6</title><content type='html'>                I am going to be going to Hartford Connecticut in about a month and a half. I am very excited. I have never been there and am traveling alone. Well, I shouldn't say alone because I am taking a Grey Hound bus however, I am not traveling with any sort of friend or family member. I have never done this before so I am a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;                 I am going to go visit my boyfriend at UConn. We both graduated Old Town High together and this is his first year of college as well as mine. It is difficult to have a long distance relationship so I've heard, but we are making the best out of it! I am very happy to go see him, and see the environment he lives in. I'm exicted to check out the dorms he lives in as well as meeting the friends he's made. He does not have a vehicle down there because freshmen and sophmores are not allowed. However he will be comming home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and vacations by his parents. It is about a five hour drive from Bangor, and the bus takes you right on campus. It is about $134 for a round trip. I don't think that's too expensive. I will be doing this alot through college so I better get used to saving up a little extra money to go visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109474803787267477?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109474803787267477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109474803787267477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109474803787267477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109474803787267477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-6.html' title='Post 6'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109474764972656171</id><published>2004-09-09T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:34:09.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique</title><content type='html'> I am unique, and heres why;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like going to the beach on a hot sumer day, and staying inside covered in a blanket, watching movies on a cold winter day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy going out dancing on saturday nights but staying home sunday nights to do homework. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no tatoos, and one piercing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I have blonde hair and hazel eyes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite color is pink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I graduated in June and am still dating my high school boyfriend, we've been dating for over a year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to read poetry and write stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I go out to eat very often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a nice/trustful/ and honest person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am liked by many&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Others look up to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like going to parties not to drink, but to make sure my friends are safe and making good decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And one last thing why I think i am unique is because i have a great/close relationship with all of my immediate family members.&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/8130550-109474764972656171?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109474764972656171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109474764972656171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109474764972656171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109474764972656171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/unique.html' title='Unique'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109464444694455203</id><published>2004-09-08T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T07:54:06.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 5</title><content type='html'>                  I graduated this June on the fourth, and After that my best friend and I decided to get an appartment together. Our appartment is in Bangor, even though I live in Old Town. It is easier for me to live here in Bangor because I go to school here, and I also work here. Anyways, We do not have a computer. I really need to do something because it would be much helpful for me to beable to do my school work at my own place rather than going to the computer labs at school or my parents house all the time. So, what I am thinking, I would really like to get a laptop. I want to ask for one for Christmas from my mom and dad, but I am not sure which ones are good quality, and which ones aren't worth wasting your money over. My parents know nothing about this type of stuff, so it would be really helpful for me to tell them about what's out there. That is why I would like a little bit of information myself about laptops! If you have any information please feel free to comment back to me! Thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109464444694455203?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109464444694455203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109464444694455203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109464444694455203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109464444694455203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-5.html' title='Post 5'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109423081983755336</id><published>2004-09-03T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:00:19.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 4</title><content type='html'>             I am really looking forward to the Fall weather comming up. I don't like winter but I really enjoy the change over from summer to fall. I love watching the leaves turn different colors, and how the air starts to form over to a brisk cool breeze. Don't get me wrong, I absolutley love the summer, my favorite is going to the beach, and just spending time outside. However, now that school has started back up going to the beach really isn't an option anymore. Now I seem to be just to busy with school and work. For school, I really love the fall. I love waking up in the morning and looking outside to see red, purple and orange leaves that have fallen onto the ground. I like being able to go outside and have it not be too hot but not too cold. Being able to go outside in a sweatshirt and jeans and feel comfortable to me is just the greatest thing. Fall would probably have to be my favorite season. Another thing about the switch from summer to fall is the holidays such as Halloween and Thanksgiving. I love those holidays. When those two come that just means another step closer to my favorite holiday of all; Christmas!! I don't prefere the cold weather, but i absolutley love Christmas, it's my all time favorite! I think this fall is going to be really pretty.  I can already somewhat feel the summer air turning a little more bitter. I hope this fall is as beautiful as I picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109423081983755336?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109423081983755336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109423081983755336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109423081983755336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109423081983755336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-4.html' title='Post 4'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109423260846109664</id><published>2004-09-03T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:30:08.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventory List</title><content type='html'>The light Oak table in the kitchen against the wall is the temporary "storage place" for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a small Eucalyptus plant smack dab in the middle of the table &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; the black cordless phone reciever on the right against the edge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a brown candle holder with a white candle in the middles between the plant and reciever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two pink hair elastics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a makup basket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand lotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a coffee cup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a paper plate with leftover pizza from the night before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Seventeen magazine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Adelphia cable bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;white shoe polish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a yellow holder with 3 purple mechanical pencils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an algebra book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The owner of this table to me makes an obvious statement that they are a female. She seems to be a busy young lady, who is always in a rush. It seems to me that she does not have a lot of free time on her hads, either that or she is messy and does not like to pick up after herself. She is a makeup wearing, college student who sounds to me like she has a lot going on in her life by the cable bill, algebra book, coffee cup and pencils. Maybe she should just find a little bit of time to pick up after herself, and keep things neat. That could be a possiblility of there being less clutter in her life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109423260846109664?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109423260846109664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109423260846109664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109423260846109664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109423260846109664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/inventory-list.html' title='Inventory List'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109421563451785067</id><published>2004-09-03T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:47:14.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Course Reaction</title><content type='html'>                So far, I have been in this course, going on my third class. I am really enjoying it. I think I like this class so much because I really like writting. I've always been interested in writting, especially when I have a topic chosen for me to write about, I seem to do a good job in extending my thoughts and go in detail when someone gives me something to write about. I have never had a class like this where we are only focusing on how to become better writters. I'd really like to improve my skills so I believe this course will really benefit me. I am looking forward to learning and using those five rules you've taught us to start a new method of writting. Like you said, I am one of those students who in highschool had the english teachers who always taught the class to never say "I" in stories, and that the story should be in third person point of view. I am glad that you're rules are different, this will give me a change in what I'm used to doing. This course should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109421563451785067?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109421563451785067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109421563451785067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109421563451785067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109421563451785067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/course-reaction.html' title='Course Reaction'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</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-8130550.post-109421220730932955</id><published>2004-09-03T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:50:07.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 3</title><content type='html'>                    Well today is Friday, and I have made it through my first week of college! I am pretty pschyed because I am really liking it a lot! I really think I am going to enjoy all of my classes. Now it's the end of the week, and we have a three day weekend, so I'm excited for that as well. But I am just glad that I am going to classes and actually like being there. The only thing is, I find it hard to meet new people. I mean in class you really don't have the time to sit and talk with others. By the time my class is over I usually just go to the library to do some homework or go home to wait for my other classes to begin. I have at least an hour time period between a few of my classes so most of the time I end up going home. That is why it is so hard to meet people. Hopefully as the semester goes on, we'll start to talk a little bit before class begins or something, because I sort of feel like I'm there by myself. I mean I have friends that go here as well, alot of them infact. However, I don't ever see them. So I just think it's sort of difficult. I'm sure with time this won't be in an issue because this is of course just the beginning of the first semester plus, I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109421220730932955?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109421220730932955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109421220730932955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109421220730932955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109421220730932955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-3.html' title='Post 3'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109414291399634052</id><published>2004-09-02T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:36:34.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 2 </title><content type='html'>Well today the weather seems to be much cooler! The breeze outside feels really nice, and it's not so hot and muggy in the classrooms. I can finally start to stay focused and get through the class. But one other thing that is sort of frustrating is the parking. I certainly don't mean to be complaining the whole time, because that's not what I like to do, but there is just no parking anywhere! On Mondays and Wednesdays I have a class at 8 in the morning, so I like to get there alittle early maybe about 15 minutes early. But it seems when i get there the parking spaces are still all filled up. So the other day I decided to come a half an hour early, and at 7:30 the parking lot still hasn't changed a bit. I don't know what to do. I always end up having to park on the dirt past Penobscott Hall, or just try and find a spot in which my car will fit. To me, it gets to be a little annoying. I am affraid that one of these times, I won't be able to find a parking spot at all, and I will end up being late for class. Parking just seems to be full all day long. It's just a hassel. I hope that it won't be this bad in the winter, because then it will be much harder to try and find places when we have snow banks. I guess I'm just hoping things will get easier, maybe they'll put in another parking lot for students to park somewhere. That would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109414291399634052?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109414291399634052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109414291399634052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109414291399634052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109414291399634052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-2.html' title='Post 2 '/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109404422627823830</id><published>2004-09-01T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:10:26.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 1</title><content type='html'>                      This weather is killing me! It is extremely hot and muggy outside latley. It doesn't help that the rooms inside are extremely hot and muggy as well! I spend the majority of my classes in Penobscott Hall and the rooms that I have classes in consist of no less than 15 students. The windows are open but there is one little fan blowing and it just does not seem to make a difference! No matter what people are in there dripping with swet! You can not survive in there with a sweater on and a pair of jeans, there is just no way. It is just too hot and too crowded to be in those rooms. I haven't had to many classes in there because this is only my third day, but when I am in those rooms, it gets to the point where it distracts me from doing my work, or listening to what the teacher has to say. All i can think about is how anxious I am to get out and run to my car for the air conditioner. This muggy air also makes me tired and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;                     The teachers tell us that thats the way it is going to be straight through winter. And if that's the case, than I am going to be in trouble! I just cannot focus when it is that hot and everyone in the room is just grasping for air everytime the fan blows there way. I'll be wearing shorts and tanktops all year if that's the case. I'm just wishing that they'll figure something out and just maybe put in an air conditioner or more fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109404422627823830?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109404422627823830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109404422627823830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109404422627823830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109404422627823830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/post-1.html' title='Post 1'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109404274863746876</id><published>2004-09-01T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T08:45:48.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Teacher</title><content type='html'>          The worst teacher ever for me was my fourth grade teacher. She was the type of teacher that you could just look at and know that she had to have been retiring soon. Of course I had to have her last year of teaching. She was old, very old and very stuburn. She was  always at her desk while we were practicing our multiplication tables. Every day she'd have a block of sharp cheddar cheese on her desk which she would always be picking at. I absolultely dreaded going up to her desk whenever I needed help and had to ask her a question. Her breath was so...so...well I guess I cannot find a word to describe it. All I know is that it smelled like rotten cheese! I know, I know....that sounds discusting but im not exagurating!&lt;br /&gt;          Sure enough, that wasn't the worst part if it all! We would always watch these movies when we were ahead of her other classes, as sort of a reward for being good students and doing what we were told. I didn't mind watching the movies at all, infact I thought it was a great way to get out of doing more school work. Every time during the movie I would want to go up and ask her If I could use the bathroom or ask her a question she would be at her desk snoring away. She was fast asleep everytime! This seemed to be a daily routine everytime there was a video to show. To me, it seemed like these movie times were just ways to get us out of her hair, so she could take a nap! I have to say though, she was old and old people do need there rest. But that was certainly the worst experience of a teacher I have ever had. That was the last year she taught, so maybe she finally realized what sort of hell she was putting us students of hers through! Luckily I had to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109404274863746876?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109404274863746876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109404274863746876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109404274863746876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109404274863746876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/09/worst-teacher.html' title='Worst Teacher'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130550.post-109390137152671413</id><published>2004-08-30T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T07:55:12.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hands assignment</title><content type='html'>I believe that my hands can say alot about me. When i look at them real close i can see that these hands of mine are alot like my mothers. My mom is a hard working woman, works three jobs and still manages to come home to my brother and I to cook dinner and clean the house. Those hands of hers help her to be such a success in life. That is why i compare my hands to my mothers.&lt;br /&gt;I admire my mom and am very inspired by her hard work and dedication that she has in life. I look at myself as being a  lot like her. I am also a very hard worker. I am a full time student. I work hard to get good grades and believe that studying is very important. However, when I am not at school or studying I am working. I think if you were to take a good look at my hands, you'd be able to see for yourself what I am trying to tell you. These hands of mine are not french manicured nor are they painted a pretty pink. My fingernails are bitten right down to the very bottom where they cannot be bitten anymore. They to me almost look as if they could belong to a man, but sure enough they are my hands. The point of this story is to just say that I too am a hard working young woman and if you were to take a look at me, you'd understand what I mean. My hands are following my mother's path and that is how I want to thank her and re-pay her for all she's done. Without those hands of hers she would not have been able to accomplesh half as much in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8130550-109390137152671413?l=lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/feeds/109390137152671413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8130550&amp;postID=109390137152671413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109390137152671413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8130550/posts/default/109390137152671413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/2004/08/hands-assignment.html' title='hands assignment'/><author><name>lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05107256996633287019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
