<?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-6755976391736885977</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:11:06.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RebecaGonzalez339</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-599259970751479431</id><published>2008-06-06T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:11:06.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Poem</title><content type='html'>I am Rebeca&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of Angel &amp; Maria&lt;br /&gt;Who needs Love, Family, Friends&lt;br /&gt;Who loves Family, Friends, Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Who sees People, Animals, Friends&lt;br /&gt;Who hates Work, Arguing, Sharks &lt;br /&gt;Who fears Sharks, Alligators, Rats &lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of Becoming a Designer, or a Animal Doctor&lt;br /&gt;Who has found poems of Love&lt;br /&gt;Resident of New York&lt;br /&gt;Gonzalez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-599259970751479431?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/599259970751479431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=599259970751479431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/599259970751479431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/599259970751479431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-poem.html' title='I Am Poem'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-7211102403869610607</id><published>2008-05-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:36:30.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming an Insider</title><content type='html'>How does the Socs perception of Johnny change after he saves the children from the burning building? How is he becoming an Insider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning the Socs thought Johnny was ugly, nasty, dirty and stupid. But when he saved the children from the church he became a hero. The Socs thought he was tough to save the children from a burning building and thought he was brave. When he was in Hospital the socs felt sorry for him. Johnny had 3rd degree burns. He came out in the newspaper. He was becoming a Insider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-7211102403869610607?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/7211102403869610607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=7211102403869610607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/7211102403869610607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/7211102403869610607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/05/becoming-insider.html' title='Becoming an Insider'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-3625898372763594717</id><published>2008-05-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:09:55.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>I am about to go to High School. I have to pass my classes and state tests. The high school i got accepted to is Dewitt Clinton High School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-3625898372763594717?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/3625898372763594717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=3625898372763594717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/3625898372763594717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/3625898372763594717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-6157919630694369962</id><published>2008-04-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:06:16.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Expo Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docs.google.com/a/cis339online.org/Present?docid=d5cdrhb_89jpqr9776&amp;invite=gd8f7fd"&gt;Expo Presentation made using Google Docs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-6157919630694369962?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/6157919630694369962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=6157919630694369962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/6157919630694369962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/6157919630694369962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-out-my-expo-presentation.html' title='Check out my Expo Presentation'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-4650980344936327510</id><published>2008-04-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:13:04.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outsiders Chapters 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>When Ponyboy and Johnny were walking Cherry and Marcia home from the movies they bumped into the socs.the socs told cherry why are you walking home with the greasers.Cherry said we go with you now wait a minute.Ponyboy and Johnny walked to the park and saw the  socs walking toward them and said here are the greasers that picked up our girls.The socs jumped ponyboy and they tried to drown ponyboy to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-4650980344936327510?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/4650980344936327510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=4650980344936327510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/4650980344936327510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/4650980344936327510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/04/outsiders-chapters-4-5.html' title='The Outsiders Chapters 4 &amp; 5'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-8768692664316063226</id><published>2008-04-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:19:54.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Dress For Graduation</title><content type='html'>I am planning a trip to go dress shopping with my teacher for graduation.I plan to take my mom with me on the trip.I also plan to take a friend with me.I plan to go shopping the saturday before graduation.Also,that day we plan to have lunch at a nice resturant.I can't wait for that day.We are going to have fun on this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-8768692664316063226?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/8768692664316063226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=8768692664316063226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/8768692664316063226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/8768692664316063226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/04/perfect-dress-for-graduation.html' title='The Perfect Dress For Graduation'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-7667847039745032703</id><published>2008-04-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:59:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Normal At 339</title><content type='html'>Why would someone have trouble making friends at 339 if they wore dirty clothes, ate grass and raw noodles, and hung out in the streets? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will have trouble making friends at 339 because you will not fit in the 339 community. No one will be friends with you because you wear dirty clothes and ate in the floor. They would think you were an outsider where you didn't belong in any group. They will not also be your friend because you ate grass and ate raw noodles. They would think you were a weirdo. if you hung out in the streets, they would think you were not normal at all. They would think you were a freak. They would think you were poor because you wore ripped shoes, torn pants and shirts, and slippers. They would also call you a bum because your poor and you eat in the bathroom. You would not fit-in with anyone and they would think you are different from anyone. They would also call you a nerd.If you hear Jazz, and The Beatles they would think you are weird and that you hear weird songs. While everyone hangs out in the movies and roofs,you hang out in the streets, under the trees and on the train tracks, they would think that you are a weird and poor kid. They will not accept you in any group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-7667847039745032703?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/7667847039745032703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=7667847039745032703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/7667847039745032703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/7667847039745032703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-normal-at-339.html' title='What&apos;s Normal At 339'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-6338765743090551701</id><published>2008-04-02T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:20:35.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Acceptance Letters</title><content type='html'>I got Accepted to Health Professions at Dewitt Clinton High School. My friend Maria&lt;br /&gt;(165)got accepted to Mott Hall Bronx High School. My friend Dailin(165)got Accepted to Bronx Center For Science and Mathematics. My friend Karyna(164)got Accepted to Jane Addams High School for Academic Careers. My friend Camille(164)got Accepted to Bronx Leadership Academy High School. My friend Ralph(165)got Accepted to Herbert Lehman High School. My class was excited because they wanted to see what school they got Accepted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-6338765743090551701?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/6338765743090551701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=6338765743090551701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/6338765743090551701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/6338765743090551701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/04/high-school-acceptance-letters.html' title='High School Acceptance Letters'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755976391736885977.post-5357907886428309184</id><published>2008-03-31T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:26:58.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i grow up</title><content type='html'>When i grow up i want to be a Fashion Designer. I want to be a fashion designer because i want to learn how to design clothes for myself and for my kids when i grow up. I want to make lots of money so i can buy food for me and my kids when i grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755976391736885977-5357907886428309184?l=rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/feeds/5357907886428309184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755976391736885977&amp;postID=5357907886428309184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/5357907886428309184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755976391736885977/posts/default/5357907886428309184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebecagonzalez339.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When i grow up'/><author><name>Rebeca Gonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04879397927371743540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m-Mpz-SU_sA/R_FWfwmM_yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/euiPyUSOpqE/S220/P1010060.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
