<?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-33767069</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:07:15.567-08:00</updated><category term='snowboarding'/><category term='fun'/><category term='children'/><category term='sledding'/><category term='robin'/><category term='snow'/><category term='spring'/><category term='rabbit'/><title type='text'>The Adventures and Misadventures of a 2nd Grader</title><subtitle type='html'>dictated by boy and typed by mom, with occasional input on punctuation and onomatopeya from boy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-8733853518416218782</id><published>2007-04-24T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:40.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Breathe: the complete story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Ri7jpNWI-kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y2nIG3oONrQ/s1600-h/lungs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Ri7jpNWI-kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y2nIG3oONrQ/s200/lungs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057229728680311362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=+2&gt;Ch. 1 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For land mammals, such as me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;1. Suck air into your nose (if you have a cold, use mouth).&lt;br /&gt;2. Pull air into your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove oxygen from air in lungs&lt;br /&gt;4. Push air out.&lt;br /&gt;5. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+2&gt;Ch. 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For non-mammal water animals:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;1. Open mouth.&lt;br /&gt;2. Suck water into your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shut operculum.&lt;br /&gt;4. Close mouth.&lt;br /&gt;5. Open operculum.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let oxygen through gills into blood.&lt;br /&gt;7. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For marine mammals:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;1. Go to the surface of the water.&lt;br /&gt;2. Suck air into blow hole.&lt;br /&gt;3. See steps 3-6 in Chapter 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=+2&gt;Ch. 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For trees:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;1. Open stomata in leaves.&lt;br /&gt;2. Absorb carbon dioxide into leaves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Push oxygen out stomata.&lt;br /&gt;4. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For air:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;1. Do nothing because you're filled with oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-8733853518416218782?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8733853518416218782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=8733853518416218782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/8733853518416218782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/8733853518416218782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-breathe-complete-story.html' title='How to Breathe: the complete story'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Ri7jpNWI-kI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y2nIG3oONrQ/s72-c/lungs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-5705612751766434182</id><published>2007-04-18T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:40.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Lizards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Ribxi2IIMII/AAAAAAAAADw/qwJXXdeTtwA/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Ribxi2IIMII/AAAAAAAAADw/qwJXXdeTtwA/s320/lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054993212717412482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I went to the library, while we were singing some songs, I glanced at the lizards' cage. There was one on a log. He was bobbing his head up and down like he was nodding, except his nose was always pointing forward. When I got to the lizards cage, he looked normal. He walked around the tree trunk and sat and stared at me. I stared at him too. When I got back to the cage, he was scratching at the glass like he was trying to go through it or climb. It was funny. And when I imitated him, acting like I was climbing, he cocked his head to one side, wondering where were my scales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-5705612751766434182?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5705612751766434182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=5705612751766434182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5705612751766434182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5705612751766434182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-lizards.html' title='Funny Lizards'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Ribxi2IIMII/AAAAAAAAADw/qwJXXdeTtwA/s72-c/lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-8885118878964547321</id><published>2007-04-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:41.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Raptors and Rabbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rh2cGMoVKtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieu0Zkuerkg/s1600-h/20051007_d3c_25178+fb2+robin+in+flight+with+rabbit+2005oct05_18-31-02(r%2Bmb+id%40576).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rh2cGMoVKtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieu0Zkuerkg/s320/20051007_d3c_25178+fb2+robin+in+flight+with+rabbit+2005oct05_18-31-02(r%2Bmb+id%40576).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052365987263097554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I played outside. I was playing that raptors were chasing me and suddenly I took a pitch stop. I took a pitch stop because I saw a real raptor. The real raptor was a real bird, and the real bird was alive. And the real alive bird was looking at me. I had a stick in my hand and with the stick I started to walk. I had the stick in my right hand so I moved the right foot first, then I moved the left foot and my right hand. That is what I kept doing for a long long long long time until I was too huskies away from the bird. I crept closer, the bird ran farther. I crept faster, the bird ran further. Then suddenly I saw another bird, flying down from from a pine tree. I looked around to find more robins and I found another one by the broken tree stump. As I was deciding which one to pick, I saw some movement by the tree stump and then another robin came out. I didn't see her because the tree bark was red like the robins to me in the sun light. I finally decided to catch the couple of the tree stump. As I crept closer, instead of creeping farther, they crept closer until I was one and a half huskies away. One brave one led to half a huskie away from me. I took two steps and she flew away. Then one of the couple, the one closer to the stump, flew over the gate so I couldn't catch her. The other one started flying. I started running after her, it flew under a tree. I went after it, four huskies away from it. It was a pretty good sight. Then I heard something. I turned to see Katia's window closed, and her shutters closed too. Had she seen something? I thought when she opened the window, I could wave to her with my stick, but then I could frighten the birds so I decided not to. She didn't open the window anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard another movement. Was it Max, the dog? It turned out to be my sister. She ran up to a tree. I crept closer to the trunk of the tree and banged it hard with my stick. It didn't frighten the bird, but it did draw Lucia's attention. I motioned for her to come. She came and I told her about the robin. I pointed up to the tree. She still didn't see it. Finally, she saw it. I saw some more and I told my sister the way to walk: one, two, one, two, one, two... We got closer and then my sister was called by mom. I didn't hear mom so I kept going, following the bird. Then I saw some more movement and two tiny ears poked out of the grass. They were brown and they looked fluffy. Then the body emerged, and then as it moved, a piece of fluff taped to her bottom. It was a rabbit! I got closer but then my sister called and I ran to her. After that, I started for the bunny rabbit. When I was getting real close, I called to my mom and my sister. My mom told me to come. I came. There were some flowers sprouting and a robin very close to my house. I asked if they wanted to see the bird or the rabbit. "Rabbit!", my sister almost shouted sending the bird flying away. I told her to be quiet and I also told them that if there was no rabbit, the rabbit had simply left -- I did see a rabbit. Finally we got there. "Flowers!", my sister said running to them. "Wait, we have to remember the beat to not make the rabbit go away." One, two, one, two, I showed them. Then daddy joined us. We all crept along to see the rabbit. My sister couldn't see her until we got closer. Then the rabbit started hopping and looked the opposite direction. That is when my sister saw it; she saw the fluffy white tail. It was cute. As I crept closer the rabbit ran behind a big green metal object. I ran towards the bushes hoping to scare the rabbit to go out in the open where my sister could see it again. But when I got there, the rabbit was gone. Maybe it went to Anthony and I's secret hideaway. We would look for her tomorrow. I raced toward the robin hoping to scare them into the tree so that we could have a better look and fortunately they flew over the fence. I ran back home and my adventure was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-8885118878964547321?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8885118878964547321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=8885118878964547321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/8885118878964547321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/8885118878964547321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/raptors-and-rabbits.html' title='Raptors and Rabbits'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rh2cGMoVKtI/AAAAAAAAADg/ieu0Zkuerkg/s72-c/20051007_d3c_25178+fb2+robin+in+flight+with+rabbit+2005oct05_18-31-02(r%2Bmb+id%40576).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-2696435872578414247</id><published>2007-02-21T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:41.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rf9FPdtyeqI/AAAAAAAAADE/7nHf4NV4K5E/s1600-h/SwampBig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rf9FPdtyeqI/AAAAAAAAADE/7nHf4NV4K5E/s320/SwampBig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043826239655279266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today at recess, me and my friend Kaylen went to Planet Z (it’s just a game) to discover new species.  When we got off we found Planet Z a little more like Earth than we expected.  Actually it’s because the aliens from Planet Z have stolen some things from Earth.  The weird thing is, we didn’t take a first step on land when we got there, we took our first step on water.  We stepped right into a swamp ruled by weird creatures.  Even stranger, I saw something that Kaylen didn’t see: a pencil broken in two half sunken into the swamp.  That swamp was up to my ankle.  Then we tramped off to another swamp that was full of mud monsters.  This time the swamp was up the top of my foot.  Then we went to what was supposed to be our sleeping ground which was half covered in quicksand.  There were some dog footprints in the quicksand.  Kaylen touched them and smelled them, “Werewolf tracks” she said.  I walked through the quicksand and quickly jumped out.  Then we got rid of the quicksand by jumping into a bigger swam, up to half a foot high.  Kaylen noticed a black thing in the edge of the big swamp.  The thing was a sprinkler.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylen said, “The sprinkler was stolen from Earth.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, “I know something else that they stole from Earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took her to the first swamp to show her the pencil that broke in two. Then we went to what was supposed to be our sleeping ground.  There was too much quicksand so Kaylen and I went to the next resting spot.  Quicksand, but not too much.  Then we slept, of course.  When we woke up the bell rang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-2696435872578414247?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2696435872578414247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=2696435872578414247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/2696435872578414247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/2696435872578414247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/02/swamps.html' title='Swamps'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rf9FPdtyeqI/AAAAAAAAADE/7nHf4NV4K5E/s72-c/SwampBig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-5101237739709311234</id><published>2007-02-19T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:41.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital-T trapped Part 2</title><content type='html'>(Read &lt;a href="http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/02/capital-t-trapped-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; first.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rdpzsqrv2HI/AAAAAAAAACs/RAaHylGBsdI/s1600-h/quicksand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rdpzsqrv2HI/AAAAAAAAACs/RAaHylGBsdI/s200/quicksand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033462744749168754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally got to the lakes. One of the lakes was almost dried up. Instead of water it had mud. We got to a part that, to me, looked like a dock, to my mom, it looked like, let's say, a pit of quick sand. We got in and I walked around telling my mom, "It isn't quick sand. Look!" and dancing around it. So Anthony joined in too and then we went far deeper into it. I told Anthony that we were true explorers when we did this. Other explorers wouldn't go so far and there was a good reason why, for once were were dancing around in with the mud slushing up to the top of our feet, we counld't get out. So my dad helped me and my mom told me to use my stick to push myself out. It worked, but it brought mud along, so then I got more stuck. Then while trying to get one foot down, I was pushing one foot in, so when I got one foot out, my other foot was stuck, so I fell over to the left hand side and slushed my pants with mud.  My dad told me to try and not stop so that the mud couldn't get a hold of me, so I started running and got to the part of dry mud. I tried to wash my shoes off in a little stream that was running by and around an island, but under that stream was even muddier, so I got my foot out real quick. Then I saw Anthony really stuck, and my dad getting stuck with him, trying to help him. But finally, two and a half hours later (just kidding), Anthony got out. He had been stuck in the mud all the way to the top of his boots. I wanted to go on a fallen tree but my mom said no, so I wouldn't get re-stuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went farther and I took a sharp turn in between some trees and into the dried up mud. It was dried up, so I couldn't get stuck. I went a great deal and then I came out to tell Anthony it was safe because the mud had dried up. Anthony still wasn't sure, but he joined. Then he thought there was mud, but I told him it was just sand and it was. Then I told him a good thing: sand would protect us, because the sand would stick to the mud and make it sort of smooth. Then Anthony said we had discovered a new thing: quick dirt! I wasn't really so sure, I was really sure it was mud, but I didn't argue with Anthony. When we got out, in between two trees, we saw my dad. He said he was a champion skipper. Anthony tried to challenge him. My dad went first, he skipped his rock nine times. Then Anthony, five times. Then my dad threw another one. I was counter this time: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12! My dad won. My dad threw a big piece of concrete trying to skip it. One, two. We saw a big platform with four broken poles on it. Anthony said it was the ruins of a boat; my dad said it was some kind of plug; my mom and I agreed that it was a dock and the pieces of concrete were where the dock started. Then Anthony started packing up rocks for the other lake, but it was time to go home, so we did go home. Anthony wanted me to have a sleep over with him, but I couldn't. We went across a wooden bridge and back to my house. Anthony came to our house to clean his boots, and I took off my shoes and took my pants off too before going inside my house. Then I pulled up my shirt to show Anthony my underware. Then I went up to my room to get a new pair of pants, but when I got down my shirt was dirty to. Since I was inside, I took off my shirt inside. Luckily underneath there was a t-shirt, which isn't a good shirt to wear in winter, but I went out anyway. I went with my dad to Anthony's house to help tell the story about Anthony's boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-5101237739709311234?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5101237739709311234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=5101237739709311234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5101237739709311234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5101237739709311234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/02/capital-t-trapped-part-2.html' title='Capital-T trapped Part 2'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rdpzsqrv2HI/AAAAAAAAACs/RAaHylGBsdI/s72-c/quicksand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-3481096753853173190</id><published>2007-02-17T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:41.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital-T trapped Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rdp1b6rv2II/AAAAAAAAAC4/QsKYRwuKUHE/s1600-h/Agapostemon_splendens_male_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rdp1b6rv2II/AAAAAAAAAC4/QsKYRwuKUHE/s320/Agapostemon_splendens_male_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033464656009615490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my mom, my dad, my sister, Anthony my friend and me went to the Twin Lakes trail. Each of us was carrying a hiking stick. While we were going, I saw a stump by a dried up river and I climbed on it. It had a few remains of branches sticking out to help me climb up on it. I got off and went with my family and my friend. We walked along a trail and I told Anthony I wish we could see some walking sticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; walking sticks", said Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No we don't"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "What do we have, running sticks?" &lt;br /&gt;"No," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony was confused for a long time until I said, "The &lt;i&gt;insect&lt;/i&gt; walking stick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!", Anthony said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw another stump, but it had no branches sticking out to help me go up so I used my walking stick to push myself onto it. It wasn't so high, it was only as big as a car tire. Then there was a flood. Well, not really a flood, but lots of water was blocking our way, then followed snow, then three inches of slush. I stepped a little in the pond and then started to tell Anthony about mini monsters. Mini monsters are things like bugs, insects, arachnids, leeches, plants, worms, and so on. We kept going unto a bridge. Then I saw another stump and I hopped on. I put my stick in between two branches and pushed myself up on it. I felt like King of Nature! Then I jumped off right under the stick, but it didn't fall on me. I thought it would, but one of the branches was pushing the end down and one was pushing the middle up so it didn't follow me. Then I loosened it a little and it fell on top of me but I was ready for it. I reached out my hands and boom! it went to the left hand side of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went across a bridge and I explained more about mini monsters and what they were like. The other side of the bridge was near to the lake. I went down by the river and Anthony did too. We both looked down and saw a big stick, almost as big as my dad. Then me and Anthony went to the edge of the river. The part of the river under my walking stick crumbled but I myself didn't fall down. Then Anthony threw a stick in the water and my dad found a stick for Anthony even bigger than him. Then we saw some bunny tails and Anthony picked one for me. Then we saw big mounds of mud and I said it was Mini Monster Territory and it was, so we kept going in and out of mini monster territory. We saw a big pool and Anthony thought he saw a rainbow thing with seven rows of teeth. I had just explained to him about the leech. Then we saw a flying thing and I thought it was a remote control airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why this is called "Trapped" but you have to read Part 2 tomorrow because I am about to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-3481096753853173190?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3481096753853173190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=3481096753853173190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/3481096753853173190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/3481096753853173190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/02/capital-t-trapped-part-1.html' title='Capital-T trapped Part 1'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rdp1b6rv2II/AAAAAAAAAC4/QsKYRwuKUHE/s72-c/Agapostemon_splendens_male_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-2642919799457419136</id><published>2007-02-04T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:19:35.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Music II</title><content type='html'>Back in September I posted about this &lt;a href="http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-music.html"&gt;funny music&lt;/a&gt;. Now I have three more things to add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;font size=-1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was man lived in the moon, lived in the moon, lived in the moon&lt;br /&gt;There was man lived in the moon, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his head was made of lettuce, lettuce, lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;and his head was made of lettuce, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his ears were made of corn, of corn, of corn.&lt;br /&gt;and his ears were made of corn, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his cheeks were made of apples, of apples, of apples.&lt;br /&gt;and his cheeks were made of apples, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-2642919799457419136?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2642919799457419136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=2642919799457419136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/2642919799457419136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/2642919799457419136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/02/funny-music-ii.html' title='Funny Music II'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-5589157490413049006</id><published>2007-02-03T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:41.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Antarctica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RcT4jwkLDUI/AAAAAAAAACI/qLM-vxqkTzM/s1600-h/p-5821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RcT4jwkLDUI/AAAAAAAAACI/qLM-vxqkTzM/s320/p-5821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027416377268047170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, when I got back from school,  there was a snow blizzard. It felt like I was in Antarctica. The snow was up to my head. I went around a big field but it didn't make any difference. The snow was blowing my face and blowing my hood off. The snow was blowing so fast you could even see it blowing. Like, a sandstorm, but with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very hard to get through the snow. The snow was deep. Still, I didn't want to go through the front door so I had to turn off the sidewalk and into the big meadow. I walked through and then suddenly the top of the snow almost gave way. There was a crack looking like a hexagon, suddenly the hexagon split into two and then all the cracks gave way zig-zagging and the top of the snow broke apart. My foot got stuck. I think you think I'm crazy, but I'm not. Have you ever went walking through the snow and then suddenly feel the ground move under you? It looks like an earthquake: you just step anywhere near and then the top of the snow cracks. Then sometimes, when it cracks it goes down and suddenly your feet break it in half and the snow pieces go flying out of the hole you just made and you go flying in! I liked the feeling when that happens. It feels like I'm on an earthquake and really in Antarctica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-5589157490413049006?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5589157490413049006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=5589157490413049006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5589157490413049006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5589157490413049006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/02/trip-to-antarctica.html' title='A Trip to Antarctica'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RcT4jwkLDUI/AAAAAAAAACI/qLM-vxqkTzM/s72-c/p-5821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-920464117561594149</id><published>2007-01-31T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:42.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RcFh6QkLDTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wMyaQAHxu9U/s1600-h/g_garcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RcFh6QkLDTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wMyaQAHxu9U/s320/g_garcia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026406312629177650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day when I was 2 or 3, I went to a cave. At the entrance there were 8 steps going down. I saw lots of stalactites and stalagmites, then we went deeper into the cave. I saw a spiraling staircase made of rock going up. It isn't a real spiral staircase, it is a stalagmite about 20 feet tall. We went past that and saw some crystals. It was amazing!  I don't really remember much after that except we went to this pool of icy water and someone flashed a red light and I tried to catch it. It kept flicking off so I couldn't catch it and then appeared on another space. That is all I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-920464117561594149?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/920464117561594149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=920464117561594149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/920464117561594149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/920464117561594149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-cave.html' title='In a cave'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RcFh6QkLDTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wMyaQAHxu9U/s72-c/g_garcia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-8215029080886095810</id><published>2007-01-22T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:42.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rb1Chg4ozmI/AAAAAAAAABw/2uZxl0GK8L0/s1600-h/bpl+atrium-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rb1Chg4ozmI/AAAAAAAAABw/2uZxl0GK8L0/s320/bpl+atrium-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025245902745947746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Boulder Public Library they have a fishtank with one not-so-ordinary fish. It turns out not only fish food is on the menu; the not-so-ordinary fish eats more than just fish food. It also eats other fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave fice of the fishs in the tank names. The one I just talked about is called Shark. Shark is brown. I also named his victims Wood and Stripe. Wood's dorsal fin looks like a piece of bark chipped off a tree. Stripe's dorsal fin has a hole in it that looks like a stripe. Two other fishes in the tank that didn't fall victims of Shark are called Knight, because he is very brave, abd Giant, because he is almost as big as Shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark has sharp teeth and an eye that is half an inch wide. Giant has an eye just like Shark. In fact, Giant is almost just like Shark except for two things: He doesn't have sharp teeth and he isn't brown. That's how I can tell which fish is which.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-8215029080886095810?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8215029080886095810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=8215029080886095810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/8215029080886095810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/8215029080886095810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-library.html' title='In the library'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/Rb1Chg4ozmI/AAAAAAAAABw/2uZxl0GK8L0/s72-c/bpl+atrium-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-4699065965020549688</id><published>2007-01-15T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:42.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RaxHowtZl5I/AAAAAAAAABY/GumeBUSrX-U/s1600-h/octopus_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RaxHowtZl5I/AAAAAAAAABY/GumeBUSrX-U/s320/octopus_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020466450206922642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day at school, at recess, I had an imaginary Arctic Adventure. There was a giant octopus trying to catch me with its tentacles. The tentacles sprung out from footprints and patches with no snow. Then one time when I hopped away from a tentacle, the snow cracked. I pretended it was an Arctic earthquake. It felt like an earthquake too. Anthony asked if he could play. I told him to not step on footprints and make as less footprints as he could, but it was hard because he had boots. Then I dared myself to walk on a pile of snow which was the octopus' head. I saw the octopus' mouth (mound of snow with hole in it). Then Anthony threw a fake sandwich into the octopus' mouth. The octopus' huge tentacles went out to grab us and we ran away towards the fence. Then the school bell rang and Anthony didn't know it was ours so he stayed there and when he saw the line he rushed to join.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-4699065965020549688?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4699065965020549688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=4699065965020549688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/4699065965020549688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/4699065965020549688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2007/01/arctic-adventure.html' title='Arctic Adventure'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RaxHowtZl5I/AAAAAAAAABY/GumeBUSrX-U/s72-c/octopus_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-625096080476176848</id><published>2006-12-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:42.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five fishies, three colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RYS810WR8VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mMyK4fzd-UI/s1600-h/fishsmalltoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RYS810WR8VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mMyK4fzd-UI/s200/fishsmalltoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009336318314017106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have five toy fishies. Two are green, two are blue, and one is yellow. Yellow is things like respect, honesty, trustworthy, and responsibility. Yellow is the commander of all five fishies. Next in line is blue. The blue is strength, speed, and courage -- anything that is wild. Green is last in line. It is the opposite of blue: slow and weak are two describing words for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read this out of a book; I invented it myself. First I invented Blue, because blue is my favorite color and I am in love with dinosaurs, monsters, jaguars, leopards, sharks -- anything that involves wild, just like blue is anything that involves wild. Blue is me. Then I made green. Because green is my last favorite color I made it the opposite of me. Then I made yellow honesty and trustworthy and stuff because it was the only thing left to call it. Yellow is the leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blues are practicing honesty and trustworthy and stuff to be purple. Yellow is trying to be wild to be purple too. Purple is the real best. The greens are practicing wild and honesty to just move on to purple, but they mostly practice wild.  The greens are pulled in a ring by a chain, the blues (I) pull the chain so that the greens can stay out of harm while being with the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-625096080476176848?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/625096080476176848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=625096080476176848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/625096080476176848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/625096080476176848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/12/five-fishies-three-colors.html' title='Five fishies, three colors'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RYS810WR8VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mMyK4fzd-UI/s72-c/fishsmalltoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-116572098884928757</id><published>2006-12-09T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:38:25.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snowboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1960/3552/1600/110144/snowboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1960/3552/320/531960/snowboarding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, me and my dad went snowboarding. We were challenging ourselves, whoever fell down less was the winner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the mountain I felt both excited and scared at the same time. The thing that really scared me was the lift. I'm not talking about my lift; I'm talking about the experts lift that goes all the way to the tippy. top. of. the. mountain. I was relieved when I found out it wasn't &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; lift. Before we found our class, I was instead of riding my board, running after my board! There were some patches of grass in the snow. The grass rubbing together sounded like a rattle snake and the wind sounded like an owl. That made me feel good inside; first the frightening sound of the rattlesnake, then the soothing sound of the owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher was Shaw. We started out practicing and once we learned how to turn we went down the big hill. Going down the hill, I felt like a cool dude. I felt like I could do anything. Of course, I fell down a few times. And so did my dad!  My dad fell four times that time and I fell one. That first time we worked on putting our heel edge into the snow. You put your heel edge into the snow to turn or stop. Then we did the same thing. My dad fell 8 times, and I fell 3. Then we ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate lunch, we worked on our toe edge in. I fell down 4 times and my dad fell down 10!  While I was getting up on the lift, Shaw told me that they actually &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; snow using water, air, a chemical, and cold. Isn't that amazing!? The snow comes out of either a snow tower or a snow gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time down the hill, we practiced the same thing except I learned that I have to pretend that I am riding a motorcycle to go in the right position. Then we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you about the view? It seemed as if there was going to be an avalanche of either trees or rocks because the trees were almost completely slanted and the rocks looked as if they could break off the mountain just the second they were made. The most amazing thing was that I saw a skeleton head that was shaped in the snow. Then we bought a juice and then when we got home we took a bath to relax our muscles. I couldn't stop my teeth from chattering!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116572098884928757?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116572098884928757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116572098884928757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116572098884928757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116572098884928757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/12/snowboarding.html' title='Snowboarding'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-5222485776585409687</id><published>2006-11-30T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:40:42.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sledding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RX4jCYQIjYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPGU_ZfT974/s1600-h/IMG_7982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RX4jCYQIjYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPGU_ZfT974/s200/IMG_7982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007478359459401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me and my dad and my sister went sledding, but I didn't want to go sledding because all of the children were turning around and sledding backwards and some children had made a bump and they were riding and then when they got to the bump they turned around and BOOM! the sled flipped over and they fell onto the snow and the sled fell over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister and my dad went on the sled. When they got almost to the bottom they turned halfway around and then stopped. Then the sled tipped over but didn't flip all the way. Then they went again and this time it was a bumpy ride. They turned completely around, then rode backwards and then they bumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I ran after them as they were going down and then they just stopped. My dad pushed the sled so that they would keep going. Then when he got stuck, I pushed him. The next time was almost the same except that when I pushed them, they took off themsleves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. I was shouting, "He's going for it! He's going for it! BOOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you, my dad was pulling my sister in the sled almost all the time. I felt unlucky, but when my sister went in the sled to the car, I was throwing snowballs at her. One time, I threw one and it burst into pieces. Since I was running so fast, some of the pieces went into my eyes. I think I earned that. Then I wiped the snow off my sister and we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-5222485776585409687?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5222485776585409687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=5222485776585409687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5222485776585409687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/5222485776585409687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/sledding.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2JayDLOP_s/RX4jCYQIjYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MPGU_ZfT974/s72-c/IMG_7982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-116477226627035970</id><published>2006-11-28T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:51:06.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1960/3552/1600/923084/school-bus-1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1960/3552/320/471939/school-bus-1957.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Anthony were on the bus. We were sitting together. E.J. was sitting behind us. Then Anthony moved to a different seat but forgot his backpack. He asked me where it was. I said I didn't know, and I didn't! Then he asked E.J. E.J. pointed under my seat, but Anthony looked over my seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom is going to kill me!", he pretend-yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started pretending to cry. I picked up his backpack and said, "Anthony! Anthony! Anthony!" Then he said, "What?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, excuse me.", I said while I dangled his backpack from my fingers. Anthony turned and looked. He jumped and grabbed his backpack from my hands. "Bad Andres!", he said, slapping me gently on the cheek. Then I did the same to him (but I didn't call him Andres) and we laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116477226627035970?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116477226627035970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116477226627035970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116477226627035970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116477226627035970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-bus-ride.html' title='Funny Bus Ride'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-116373508627843978</id><published>2006-11-16T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:02:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/AG292-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/320/AG292-b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once I dreamed scary and funny dreams. The first three were scary. They were these: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once me and my dad went to Church. He left me on the road but that was ok, because only one car came each hour. And I pretended I was falling and grabbed onto a daisy (which was the only thing to grab onto). Suddenly the road actually &lt;i&gt;became&lt;/i&gt; a ramp and I was calling my daddy but he didn't hear me. Then, because I knew it was a dream, I tried to think of another dream which took me to a dream that seemed to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was walking out my front door (this is a short story) and saw Luke, one of my friends. Then I went to put my shoes away but when I turned around I saw that Luke had become a dinosaur! And he ate me. Just when he set his jaws on me, I tried to think of a different dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like channels on a TV. I had to go dream to dream to dream. In one, my sister was Dracula, which is a little funny. But not the next dream! The next dream I woke up, well, sorta, and this guy who looked like my daddy put me in a cage! Then he tore off a mask, and put me in this passport thingie. Then I saw where it led to -- FIRE!! I quickly changed the dream to the two dreams that are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first dream was where me, my dad, and my sister were goblins. Then I went upstairs and I saw that my mommy was a toilet! After a while, I started getting freaked out, so I changed the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next dream, I was going shopping with my dad and my dad accidentally left me when he got in the car! I saw a machine calling my name. I had had this dream before and I knew what the machine would do, but I wanted to wake up and the only way to wake myself up when I'm dreaming is to freak myself out. So I went up to the machine. When it ate me I turned into a hamburger!  Then I laughed myself awake. That was a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116373508627843978?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116373508627843978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116373508627843978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116373508627843978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116373508627843978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny-nightmare.html' title='Funny Nightmare'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-116338875428001778</id><published>2006-11-12T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:32:34.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage of the Blue Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/pirate-ship-734343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/320/pirate-ship-734343.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once I had a dream and it was so exciting I wanted to write it in my blog. It goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sailing on a pirate ship, but then the pirates shot me out of a cannon and I fell on a dolphin that carried me to shore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot what the rest was, so I invented the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rustle in the trees and I thought that it was something like a bear, so I ran back into the ocean. But I ran too deep and I felt something under me. It was a shark! Then I jumped off of the shark and onto another dolphin and it carried me away. I jumped back on the ship when the dophin got close to it, but the pirates threw me off and I landed on another shark! This time there were no dophins around so I just woke up from the fright of what would happen next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116338875428001778?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116338875428001778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116338875428001778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116338875428001778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116338875428001778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/voyage-of-blue-waves.html' title='Voyage of the Blue Waves'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-116295464986437992</id><published>2006-11-02T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:41:23.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/mw2_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/320/mw2_kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, I went into the blue slide of my school playground and hid in it until the bell rang. I was hiding in it because I didn't want Anthony to see me, and Tierny kept tricking Anthony that I was in other places like the grassy field or the structure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a funner day. We zoomed and zigged and zagged all around. It started when I (and Anthony) did not know what to play, so we (I) started playing Chase. Well, I think that you are now thinking that I was chasing him. Actually he was chasing me. I hid (in a tube) to get away from Anthony, and Anthony was looking for me and looking for me and then Zack and Cydnee-with-a-C joined in and we all had it figured out. Cydnee was Watch, Zack was half Watch/half Runner, I was Runner, and Anthony was Chaser. So the game began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cydnee was saying things like, "Coast is clear" and "Move to the left, Anthony is on the right" and "Zack, you're not Watch; I am!"  And after a minute passed we ran under the structure and that is when Dakota and Gregory and Will joined in, and they were all Runners. We ran behind the big wall. That's where we... nearly... got caught. Anthony went to peek around one side of the wall; we ran to the other side of the wall. Then he peeked around the other side of the wall; we ran to the other side of the wall. And then he ran to our side of the wall. Some of us -- Dakota, Gregory, Zack -- went behind a littler wall and they weren't so lucky because Anthony knows that when some people are running away and they're at the wall, the first place he should look is behind the little wall. So Dakota, Gregory and Zack were chased. But Dakota climbed up the blue slide along with Gregory, and Zack stayed down. Zack was running and running until they came to the structure and Zack did a quick turn and went behind the structure. And then we went back to the tube where we had started and one minute after we got into the tube, the bell rang and the chase was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116295464986437992?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116295464986437992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116295464986437992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116295464986437992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116295464986437992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-day-of-success.html' title='Another day of success'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-116200599058316331</id><published>2006-10-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:29:57.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by Andres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/apple.core.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/400/apple.core.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about the book that inspired this poem in my &lt;a href="http://kidblogaboutbooks.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-that-dog-by-sharon-creech_26.html"&gt;book review&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116200599058316331?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116200599058316331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116200599058316331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116200599058316331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116200599058316331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/by-andres.html' title='by Andres'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-116122675450319392</id><published>2006-10-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:59:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Rink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/32078182-1.Icyground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/32078182-1.Icyground.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the first day of snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this place where I often go to in school. It is our tag place. There is a big base attached to the wall and there is a big wall that surrounds the empty spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I went to that space and said, "I'm going to play tag!" Someone yelled, "Cool! ice skating rink!" and I looked and I saw that the ground was iced. I jumped in it and slid. I danced in the ice and I didn't fall. There is also in the ice rink this slippery spot where my friend Adrian said he fell on his butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-116122675450319392?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/116122675450319392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=116122675450319392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116122675450319392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/116122675450319392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/ice-rink.html' title='The Ice Rink'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115984349323200020</id><published>2006-10-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:29:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Russel, the Robot Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/Robopet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/Robopet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, I bought a robopet. A robopet is a dog but it is also a robot and it can do tricks without us training it to do it. Some of the tricks are roll over or howl.  It also has a guard mode that makes him stand guard. If he sees white or something that moves a lot, he will pounce and start yipping like crazy.  My scaredy cat is scared of my robopet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115984349323200020?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115984349323200020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115984349323200020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115984349323200020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115984349323200020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/10/russel-robot-dog.html' title='Russel, the Robot Dog'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115958420738276897</id><published>2006-09-29T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:43:27.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/scardey%20cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/scardey%20cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day I was watching TV and then I suddenly jumped back onto the couch. It was not because there was something scary on TV. It was because I saw my cat run from the bathroom and up the stairs. Then he went down the stairs again, went under the desk and then came back out. Then he went into the bathroom and tore what was scaring him the very best and why he was running around: a plastic bag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115958420738276897?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115958420738276897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115958420738276897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115958420738276897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115958420738276897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-115941032217173422</id><published>2006-09-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:25:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/PHANTAS9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/PHANTAS9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In music I learned this song called, "The Man on the Moon." It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was man lived in the moon, lived in the moon, lived in the moon&lt;br /&gt;There was man lived in the moon, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his hat was made of pizza pie, pizza pie, pizza pie&lt;br /&gt;And his hat was made of pizza pie, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his shirt was made of tuna fish, tuna fish, tuna fish&lt;br /&gt;And his shirt was made of tuna fish, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his pants were made of broccoli, of broccoli, of broccoli&lt;br /&gt;And his pants were made of broccoli, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his shoes were made of whole wheat bread, of wheat bread, of wheat bread&lt;br /&gt;And his shoes were made of whole wheat bread, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made some new ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-2&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his socks were made of cheetos, of cheetos, of cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;And his socks were made of cheetos, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his hair was made of pasta, of pasta, of pasta&lt;br /&gt;And his hair was made of pasta, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his skin was made of chocolate, of chocolate, of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;And his skin was made of chocolate, and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes were made of cookies, of cookies, of cookies&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes were made of cookies,and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle, bass fiddle, bass fiddle&lt;br /&gt;and he played the big bass fiddle and his name was Aiken Drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of any others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115941032217173422?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115941032217173422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115941032217173422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115941032217173422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115941032217173422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-music.html' title='Funny Music'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115903722518780054</id><published>2006-09-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:56:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/monsterketchup.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/monsterketchup.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Different people like different things. For example, Anthony likes chicken nuggets and I don't. I like ketchup and Anthony doesn't. Anthony likes scary stories, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lunch, Anthony came in talking about monsters and I didn't want to hear him, so I tried to get away from him but he found me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Don't talk about monsters or else..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or else what?", said Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at my ketchup and held it up to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Not ketchup!", screetched Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-3&gt;Ketchup Monster by &lt;i&gt;Mud Monster&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.monsterland.co.uk/"&gt;Monsterland&lt;/a&gt;, with added fangs by mom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115903722518780054?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115903722518780054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115903722518780054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115903722518780054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115903722518780054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-lunch.html' title='Funny lunch'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115880036168523683</id><published>2006-09-20T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:00:23.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/Sidney_Goodman_Boy_Jumping_261_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/Sidney_Goodman_Boy_Jumping_261_540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today when Anthony and I went to the bathroom before the bus came at the end of the school day, Anthony threw my backpack further into the bathroom so I'd be late for the bus. Then I got out thinking he was already in the bus, but to my surprise, he was hiding, trying to trick me and he jumped out at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the bus, I played a trick on him. I went behind E.J., one of my friends, and Anthony passed by our seat and he came back and said, "I see you," but I knew that he didn't see me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other days, on the bus, I play other tricks on Anthony. Like, "Guess what?" Then Anthony says, "What?" and I say, "Made you say something." Sometimes me and Anthony play tricks on E.J. by showing him scary pictures in the books, then he gets so scared he shrieks and then bangs his head on the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115880036168523683?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115880036168523683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115880036168523683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115880036168523683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115880036168523683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/trick.html' title='The Trick'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115854465862163967</id><published>2006-09-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:07:03.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/wonka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/wonka2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a sleepover with Anthony. It was fun. We played my videogame of miniature golf. Then we tried to go to sleep. In the dark I thought Anthony was turning into an Oompa Loompa. Then we fell asleep with daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115854465862163967?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115854465862163967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115854465862163967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115854465862163967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115854465862163967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleepover.html' title='The Sleepover'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115828892786076979</id><published>2006-09-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:56:58.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny recess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/Spaceship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/Spaceship.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, when I was at recess we were Space Men. First I started, but I noticed I didn't have anybody to guard the prisoners or anything. Just when I was thinking that, Anthony came up. "Do you want to play Space Men with me?", I said. But before he could answer, a girl who chases us every morning came up, and he took off running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Seth came up. "I want to play with you", he said. So I told him we were playing Space Men and we started playing. But Anthony didn't understand it and he went back and forth in the zipping line thinking that was the ship. Seth wanted a turn, but Anthony didn't let him. I saw what was going on and I explained clearly to Anthony: The big jungle gym, where the steering wheel was, was the main base. We take the zip line to get to the emergency shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Seth started pretending our ship was blowing up, so we took the zip line to the emergency shuttle and then, he pretended the emergency shuttle was blowing up, so we pretended to put on our space suits and took off to a different ship. There we found Cydnee. Then Seth pretended the *other* ship was blowing up and he pretended our main base was rebuilt, so we went to our main base and Cydnee followed us. That's how Cydnee joined in the game. She didn't have anyone to play with, so she joined in and did everything we did. Then Seth noticed Cydnee copying us, "Why are you copying us, Cydnee?", he asked. "I wanted to play too", said Cydnee. "Ok, you can play. We are playing Space Men." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Anthony went from the emergency shuttle to the main base where he told me to pretend an alien shot him, and I found him left in green goo. So, I did as I was told. I pretended that it was a long time since he had gone there and I said, "Where is Anthony? It's been such a long time." And I went through the zip line and I pretended he was covered in green goo. Then he got up and pretended he didn't remember what happened, so I told him what I pretended had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tierny came along. She asked if she could play too. Anthony said she couldn't because there was only five players allowed, and I didn't understand him because we only had 3 players. Four is not five. I didn't know Tierny was two people! Maybe the green goo made Anthony forget his Math. I wonder if he knows his money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115828892786076979?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115828892786076979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115828892786076979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115828892786076979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115828892786076979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-recess.html' title='Funny recess'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115820248358088591</id><published>2006-09-11T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:06:39.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/the%20tornado%20man_%20500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/the%20tornado%20man_%20500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we cleaned my room because a few days ago my sister went in my room looking for a kangaroo and got out all the animals in my toy box -- except for a fish. I did the animals and mommy picked up all the trash that was in my room. Then we did the books. Mommy put the books in order and I gave her the books under my bunk bed. All the poem books were in a group, all the fiction chapter books were in a group, all the non-fiction books were in another group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have fun while we cleaned, we invented a comic called,  “Andres vs. Tornado Man” and we listened to Buffy: The Musical. I wanted to invent the comic because I wanted to be like &lt;a href=http://kidblogaboutbooks.blogspot.com/2006/09/stink-incredible-shrinking-kid-by.html&gt;Stink: The Incredible Shrinking Kid&lt;/a&gt;. So the bad guy was Tornado Man, who tornadoes all around and destroys houses like other regular tornadoes. Tornado Man was my sister, and the toy kangaroo she was looking for was a pet cheetah that went in my toy box and I thought it was a toy cheetah. Then when Tornado Man noticed that his cheetah had not come back, he went and destroyed the whole house looking for his pet. With the help of Mary Poppins and a spoonful of sugar we rebuilt the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115820248358088591?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115820248358088591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115820248358088591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115820248358088591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115820248358088591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/cleaning-my-room.html' title='Cleaning my room'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115768284702095242</id><published>2006-09-07T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:41:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spying on Tierny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/detective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/detective.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is this girl in my class called Tierny. Today, I heard her friend saying, "Let's meet at the same place of last recess." Then  Tierny said, "Don't let anyone know." But, I heard her. So, I thought I would figure out what the game Tierny was playing was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I went out at recess to spy on her and her friends, but I noticed that I didn't know which place they were meeting, and I remembered that Tierny was still inside. So I hid behind the wall and when Tierny came in front of me, I followed her. I think she thought someone was following her and knew there was someone but didn't know it was me, because she ran. I ran after her. I got around the curve just when I lost sight of her and then I stopped to catch my breath and saw her turning around the corner. I ran to her and peeked at the corner. I saw Tierny, all her friends, and a boy (another one in my class) called Adrian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started planning how to spy on them around the corner, and I remembered that the wall had holes. But the wall wasn't big enough, so I crawled careful to not step on goat heads (goat heads are these little balls that have two spines like a goats' head) and I peeked through the little holes and saw that they were coming! I ran behind the wall fast before they saw me. Then when they were gone, I went again, crawling carefully to one of the holes. I looked through and I saw that they were doing some kind of races. Then they were coming back the opposite way that they did before. So, I crawled back, reminding myself of the goat heads. But before I finished reminding myself, pop! "Oww!" I stepped on one. I didn't have much time so I stood up and ran. I came behind the wall just before they turned the corner where I was. Then the bell rang. I went in line and noticed it was the last recess and I couldn't spy anymore. So, I had no choice but to ask. They said they were playing Unicorns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115768284702095242?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115768284702095242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115768284702095242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115768284702095242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115768284702095242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/spying-on-tierny.html' title='Spying on Tierny'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33767069.post-115759775237244855</id><published>2006-09-06T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:55:53.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crocodile Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/TheCrocodileHunter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/TheCrocodileHunter2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went to school, Seth was running and telling everybody "Croc Man died!" which actually means Crocodile Hunter died. The Crocodile Hunter is this guy on TV who likes animals and things from Australia. When I came back from school the next day, I watched the movie of Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course. It's about when two ships crash and a ball came from outer space and a crocodile ate the ball. So Crocodile Hunter rescues a baby kangaroo, captures some snakes, a bird eating spider, and teaches some poachers a lesson. Along with the big journey where he catches the crocodile, leads him safely home, and gets the ball from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115759775237244855?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115759775237244855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115759775237244855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115759775237244855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115759775237244855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/crocodile-hunter.html' title='The Crocodile Hunter'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115730124430463725</id><published>2006-09-02T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:17:11.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ferris Wheel</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the Farmer's Market and we made pinwheels. We decorated paper and folded it into a pin wheel and then pinned it into a pencil eraser. Then we went to get our face painted. My sister was a unicorn and a brown stallion. Mine was a spider hanging from his web. Then a person gave me a sticker of Grim of Frowntown from The Book of Smiletown. We asked her where you find more and she said that we find them at a fair up the creek. There I bought some Maple Yogurt Cheese from the Brown Cow company. It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the other side of the creek to see what was there. There they read to me The Book of Smiletown and they gave me a sticker of Rilley Smiley. Then we went to the games. I got a ride in the ferris wheel. I was in a yellow basket. In front of me, was a green basket. I made my basket sway back and forth. It was fun. I could see everywhere! Then it was time to go. I wanted to write about that day in my blog, and as you can see, I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115730124430463725?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115730124430463725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115730124430463725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115730124430463725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115730124430463725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/09/ferris-wheel.html' title='The Ferris Wheel'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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-33767069.post-115730245913969101</id><published>2006-08-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:54:23.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumblebee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/1600/Bumblebee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:100 100 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1960/3552/200/Bumblebee.jpg" border="10" alt="" hspace="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was at my school and I saw someone who looked like my friend Shae. He was as tall as him, he had the same color hair as him, and his voice was like him. But he was just called Dude. So then I went to a patch of flowers and I saw a bumblebee and I started singing this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bumblebee, bumblebee, are you sure that this is me?&lt;br /&gt;If only the grass wasn’t green,&lt;br /&gt;If only the sky wasn’t blue,&lt;br /&gt;Bumblebee, bumblebee, are you sure that this is you?&lt;br /&gt;If only the rain was the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;If only the clouds were rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;If only, if only, I could make a day for everyone plus me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33767069-115730245913969101?l=kidschooladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/115730245913969101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33767069&amp;postID=115730245913969101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115730245913969101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33767069/posts/default/115730245913969101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidschooladventures.blogspot.com/2006/08/bumblebee.html' title='Bumblebee'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04720077743163927037</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></feed>
