<?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-7156747674184766400</id><updated>2011-10-14T10:26:47.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 2 Language Arts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the place for first drafts, comments, and revisions in Grade 2H's writing program.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-5131904083851385281</id><published>2011-10-12T09:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T13:42:30.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A 4, 4, 4 on writing about pets!  (From the book.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A hamster can be a very good classroom pet.  It will not be noisy during the school day because that is when a hamster sleeps.  A hamster needs a cage with wood shavings covering the bottom.  Some strips of soft paper will help it make its nest. A hamster also needs a water bottle and special hamster food.  Many students and teachers enjoy keeping their classroom hamster fed and clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5131904083851385281?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5131904083851385281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/sample-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5131904083851385281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5131904083851385281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/sample-writing.html' title='A 4, 4, 4 on writing about pets!  (From the book.)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-3369252420163485798</id><published>2011-10-11T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:38:18.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Blake</title><content type='html'>I like my room.  My room is blue and white.  I play my game.  I have a tv.  my bed is blue and red.  my closit is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3&lt;br /&gt;I2&lt;br /&gt;C2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-3369252420163485798?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/3369252420163485798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-blake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3369252420163485798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3369252420163485798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-blake.html' title='My room, by Blake'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-313627407578547035</id><published>2011-10-04T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:40:39.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, by Dawson</title><content type='html'>My room is a favorite place to be becus i play my x box 360.  I have an X box in my room.  I have sun cors to play with in my room.  Evre nite I look out my windoinmyroom.  I does read In my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3&lt;br /&gt;I3&lt;br /&gt;C2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-313627407578547035?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/313627407578547035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/dawson-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/313627407578547035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/313627407578547035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/dawson-my-room.html' title='My Room, by Dawson'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-280795550342206728</id><published>2011-10-04T09:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:41:59.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Eden</title><content type='html'>I like my room.  I have a big bed.  The bed has blue sheets.  In my room I have a big fuzzy gray rug.  The walls are pike and purple.  The ceiling of my room is yellow.  In my room I have a big bin of stuffed animals.  The bin is red.  I have three windows in my room.  I have purple curtains.  I love my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O4&lt;br /&gt;I4&lt;br /&gt;C4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-280795550342206728?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/280795550342206728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-eden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/280795550342206728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/280795550342206728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-eden.html' title='My room, by Eden'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4866929423517643479</id><published>2011-10-04T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:43:29.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, by Alexis</title><content type='html'>My room is my favorite place in the house.  My crtins are pink with black and white buterflies.  And I have a Hanna Montana rug.  I have a white wall.  I have three brown dressers. I have a tv.  I love my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O4&lt;br /&gt;I4&lt;br /&gt;C3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4866929423517643479?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4866929423517643479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-alexis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4866929423517643479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4866929423517643479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-alexis.html' title='My Room, by Alexis'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4162966883446704172</id><published>2011-10-03T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:36:53.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Declan</title><content type='html'>I like my room because it is big.  My room has a desc in it and a big bed.  I have a book shelf.  I like to play in my room because it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3&lt;br /&gt;I2&lt;br /&gt;C3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4162966883446704172?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4162966883446704172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-declan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4162966883446704172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4162966883446704172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-declan.html' title='My room, by Declan'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-3088423943147416196</id><published>2011-10-03T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:32:02.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, by Skyler</title><content type='html'>I like my room.  I play my plaestashin 2 and my Ds and my game boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND DRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my room.  I play my plaestashin 2 and my Ds and my game boy.  I have a tv and a desk a room is a good plas to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-3088423943147416196?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/3088423943147416196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-skyler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3088423943147416196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3088423943147416196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-skyler.html' title='My Room, by Skyler'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7676575490657242035</id><published>2011-10-03T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:34:41.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Rowan</title><content type='html'>My room is my favorit place in the hous.  my walls are magenta.  I have a tv.  I have lots of toys.  my bed is big.  I have my one computr.  I have a hole celf of boock.  I love my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7676575490657242035?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7676575490657242035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-rowan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7676575490657242035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7676575490657242035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-rowan.html' title='My room, by Rowan'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2233553166525061592</id><published>2011-10-03T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:42:42.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Paige</title><content type='html'>I like my room.  My room is fun.  I stad in thar all day yestrday.  my siste nap net to me in a difent bed.  I hav a tv in my room. my sisse woch the tv.  I hav 2 sistse.  that names are ALYssa and Moroan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2233553166525061592?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2233553166525061592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-paige.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2233553166525061592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2233553166525061592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-paige.html' title='My room, by Paige'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7909456063288048603</id><published>2011-10-03T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:40:23.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Samantha</title><content type='html'>My room is my  favorite in our house I have a Mason as a freni and andie to cume to mi house and to screm Mason stop Mason stop Mason... I fell bonw stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7909456063288048603?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7909456063288048603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-samantha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7909456063288048603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7909456063288048603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-samantha.html' title='My room, by Samantha'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7534643345355911410</id><published>2011-10-03T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:39:56.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Mason</title><content type='html'>My room is my favorite place in our house.  I have a tv in my room and an X Box in my room and a dog that cudles with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O2&lt;br /&gt;I2&lt;br /&gt;C3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7534643345355911410?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7534643345355911410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-mason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7534643345355911410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7534643345355911410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-mason.html' title='My room, by Mason'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8583829430916055199</id><published>2011-10-03T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:36:07.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, by Maggie</title><content type='html'>I like my room cus It is nice and I rest thare and I have a tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O2&lt;br /&gt;I2&lt;br /&gt;C2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8583829430916055199?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8583829430916055199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-maggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8583829430916055199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8583829430916055199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-maggie.html' title='My Room, by Maggie'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6013493131010935844</id><published>2011-10-03T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:37:59.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, by Ryan</title><content type='html'>I like my room i have a x box 360 and I have towwindos and It is a good plas tow slep and I have a playstash 2 and I red in my room and I have 2 dresrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O2&lt;br /&gt;I3&lt;br /&gt;C2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6013493131010935844?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6013493131010935844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-ryan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6013493131010935844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6013493131010935844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-ryan.html' title='My Room, by Ryan'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4435795493320135748</id><published>2011-10-03T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:31:54.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Ryleigh</title><content type='html'>My room is a place for you to sleep in.  My room has pink and purepl and my rug is dlue and I have a tv.  I have a closet.  In my room I have one window.  I have pink black and whiet ckrtins and a book shelf.  I have a brese in my closet with nick nacks on it.  I have a bunck bed and I have tow toyboxs with my tov on It and in my ather closet and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3&lt;br /&gt;I4&lt;br /&gt;C2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4435795493320135748?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4435795493320135748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-ryleigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4435795493320135748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4435795493320135748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-ryleigh.html' title='My room, by Ryleigh'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1510337357636848108</id><published>2011-10-03T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:44:10.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room, by Hayden</title><content type='html'>My room is my favorite place in our house.  My closet has Pokemon cards.  My dresser has Legos on it.  I have a playstation 2 in my room.  I have a tv in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3&lt;br /&gt;I3&lt;br /&gt;C3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1510337357636848108?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1510337357636848108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-hayden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1510337357636848108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1510337357636848108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-hayden.html' title='My Room, by Hayden'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2831022653555335419</id><published>2011-10-03T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:42:16.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My room, by Dakota</title><content type='html'>I like to rest in my room.  I have a big bed in my room.  All of my toys are in my toybox.  I have a lot of Legos.  I have a tv in my  room and a fish tank with fish.  I have a big fan in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O3&lt;br /&gt;I3&lt;br /&gt;C4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2831022653555335419?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2831022653555335419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-dakota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2831022653555335419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2831022653555335419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-room-by-dakota.html' title='My room, by Dakota'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7844941087344244329</id><published>2011-04-14T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:03:21.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily T., Comparison</title><content type='html'>I,m  going to show you how orangutans and arctic wolves are alike and different.&lt;br /&gt;They  both are mammals. Both live in the wild and are endangered.But they are different,too.Wolves live in packs. Orangutans usually live alone.Wolves eat meat.&lt;br /&gt;Orangutans mostly eat plants and insects. Wolves live in cold places.Orangutans live in rain forests. Thank you very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7844941087344244329?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7844941087344244329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/emily-t-comparison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7844941087344244329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7844941087344244329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/emily-t-comparison.html' title='Emily T., Comparison'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6756183718805959655</id><published>2011-04-14T10:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:10:46.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison, by Cassandra</title><content type='html'>I am going to show you how dogs and horses are alike and different. How Horses and dogs are alike. Horses and dogs run fast and they both like to take naps and both like to eat. How Horses and dogs are different. Dogs like to bark and Horses like to neigh. Horses and dogs don't get alone. Sometimes Horses stand up and sometimes lay down when they take naps. Dogs lay down when they take naps and they never stand up when they take naps. Thank you 2nd grade Mr.Hoops is class see you later everyone by by.!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6756183718805959655?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6756183718805959655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/comparison-by-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6756183718805959655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6756183718805959655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/comparison-by-cassandra.html' title='Comparison, by Cassandra'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-332483747161072447</id><published>2011-04-12T14:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:35:35.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison, by Shylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am going to tell you about  how a cat and a bird are alike and different. One has a litter box .  Cats have teeth, birds have beaks.  Cats have fur birds have feathers.  They make good pets.They both take care  of there young  . I would not mind to have one or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-332483747161072447?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/332483747161072447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/comparison-by-shylee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/332483747161072447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/332483747161072447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/comparison-by-shylee.html' title='Comparison, by Shylee'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8295750810424766496</id><published>2011-04-01T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:24:36.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Jasper</title><content type='html'>At my house I went behinde the barn in the woods I had a marker and I marked an X on ever tree I went by.  It was night time I did no have no flash light with my I jest got deper in thewoods then I sow two headlight and it was my mom on her fourwheeler and she drove my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8295750810424766496?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8295750810424766496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-by-jasper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8295750810424766496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8295750810424766496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-by-jasper.html' title='Story by Jasper'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8065818364422209188</id><published>2011-03-30T10:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:08:54.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Nicolas</title><content type='html'>i whent to play baseball&lt;br /&gt;and i lost got lost in the &lt;br /&gt;whood. &lt;br /&gt;and i lost my&lt;br /&gt;head  from a fire ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8065818364422209188?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8065818364422209188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-nicolas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8065818364422209188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8065818364422209188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-nicolas.html' title='Story by Nicolas'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8016616624185534640</id><published>2011-03-29T08:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:48:00.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by  Magen</title><content type='html'>One day mom and Megan gos on a ride mom and megan loves the ride mom and magan went to Hollywood.  We get lost for two hours and stay put.  Dad founds mom and magen and whan dad found us we were happy and dagt prot us home and we eta food we were stul hugry then we want to sleep and I woke up and run to my mom and dads room and told them I had a bad dream it is okay you can sleep with us magan ok magen ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8016616624185534640?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8016616624185534640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-magen.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8016616624185534640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8016616624185534640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-magen.html' title='Story by  Magen'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-5706813046171804746</id><published>2011-03-28T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:35:04.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Bryce</title><content type='html'>FINAL COPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin went on a short trip in the woods on a four wheeler. We got really lost.  A guy on a tactor appeared. He asked us if we needed a tow home.  We said yes.  We were never going to go on a trip like that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(draft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cousin went for a trip in the woods on a Four weeler we got very lost at last we got Found we got home saFely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the enD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5706813046171804746?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5706813046171804746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-bryce.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5706813046171804746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5706813046171804746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-bryce.html' title='Story by Bryce'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-4912487131849018445</id><published>2011-03-28T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:25:30.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Alexis</title><content type='html'>Once I went for a walk into the woods by myself.  Then I got lost there!  I was there for ten days.  I had to eat stupid fish.  Of course it was in spring.  Anyway, I had to catch the fish with my hands.  I had to sleep on the stinkin' cold ground. When I finally found my way home, my mom took me to my grandma's house and my grandma made me chocolate chip cookies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home.  I said goodnight to my mom and said I had a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4912487131849018445?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4912487131849018445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-alexis.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4912487131849018445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4912487131849018445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-alexis.html' title='Story by Alexis'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-2689068637683607017</id><published>2011-03-25T13:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:19:01.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINAL COPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was riding my bike near Lake Champlain.  I was all alone.  Then I was going five miles and I got off my bike and ran with the bike.  I was lost for a long time.  I was on Witherbee Road and took my bike and ran with my bike.  Then I was heading up to Grover Hills and then I got in the house and had some cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;final draft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was riding my bike near Lake Champlain.  I was all alone.  Then I was going five miles and I heard a noise.  I got up and I got on my bike and I rode my bike.  I got found!  I was lost on last summer on the 17th.  And I said to mom I don't want to ever to get lost from now on.  I will go with a grown up and with my mom.  I will never get lost because I am with my mom and Rob. When I got in the house I had some cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2689068637683607017?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2689068637683607017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-eva.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2689068637683607017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2689068637683607017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-eva.html' title='Story by Eva'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-2192716095222134536</id><published>2011-03-25T12:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T12:25:20.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Kayla</title><content type='html'>I went out to play in the woods.  I got lost in the woods for one day.  My mom and dad found me in the woods.  We went to the house and I got hot chocolate and cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2192716095222134536?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2192716095222134536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-kayla.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2192716095222134536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2192716095222134536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-kayla.html' title='Story by Kayla'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-2944700005617089318</id><published>2011-03-25T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:29:25.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Avery</title><content type='html'>It went for a ride on the it was fun and cool.  I fell off my bike I was scary no helmet.  I got lost because the car was coming and I dropped my bike and ran as fast as I could so I made a wish and it brought me home.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2944700005617089318?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2944700005617089318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-avery.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2944700005617089318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2944700005617089318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-avery.html' title='Story by Avery'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-1314677760481600345</id><published>2011-03-25T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:28:01.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Charlie</title><content type='html'>I went snowmobiling and got lost.  Went camping went fishing went swimming again.  The puppies got lost.  The puppies found a house and they got adopted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1314677760481600345?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1314677760481600345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-charlie.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1314677760481600345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1314677760481600345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-charlie.html' title='Story by Charlie'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-1415257670333028357</id><published>2011-03-25T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:25:39.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Cassandra</title><content type='html'>I was Friday in the morning and it was Spring.  My mom and me went picking flowers in the field.  I saw some flowers over there and I asked my mom if I can go over there and my mom said yes you can.  A stranger grabbed me by the arm and I screamed for help and my mom heard my voice.  My mom came after the stranger and my mom beat him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1415257670333028357?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1415257670333028357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1415257670333028357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1415257670333028357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-cassandra.html' title='Story by Cassandra'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-4110435497219018070</id><published>2011-03-25T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:22:29.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Emily T</title><content type='html'>One day I went camping for the weekend with my mom, dad, brothers, sisters and my sister's friend.  That night, it was so dark and I was so scared I cried and screamed.  Then I saw a boat and I climbed in and slept in the boat.  The next day, my mom and dad found me and we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4110435497219018070?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4110435497219018070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-emily-t.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4110435497219018070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4110435497219018070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-emily-t.html' title='Story by Emily T'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5051726944943133782</id><published>2011-03-25T11:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:19:33.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Emily L</title><content type='html'>I went out to play.  I went in to the woods.  I went with my family.  We were lost for one day.  Our cousin found us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5051726944943133782?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5051726944943133782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-emily-l.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5051726944943133782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5051726944943133782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-emily-l.html' title='Story by Emily L'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-517023074647083781</id><published>2011-03-25T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:30:27.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Jarod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINAL COPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I went snowmobiling with a group I ended up lost in the woods.  I tried to ride out of there b ut I was out of gas.  So I walked miles and miles until I came up to an abandoned house.  It had been abandoned for 2 years.  It was late.  I walkedin and I looked in every room.  The last room I looked in had a mutated ant, so I ran out of the house.  It was midnight.  I decided to keep walking, I tried to scream but I couldn't because I was so scared.  I kept walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One week later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very good that I brought snacks and three water bottles.  Then I tried to yell but I still could not.  Then I saw a light coming from the sky.  Then I saw a helicopter.  There were cops in it.  The cops threw down a ladder and they took me home.  When I got home I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(final draft)&lt;br /&gt;One day when I went sliding with a group, I ended up lost in the woods.  I tried to ride out of there but I was out of gas.  So I walked miles and miles until I came up to a house.  It was late.  I opened the door and walked in.  I heard weird noises. I looked in a room and saw a leg.  It looked like an ant leg.  So I walked in and I saw a mutated ant.  So I ran out of the house! It was midnight.  I decided to keep walking, then I tried to scream.  I couldn't because I was so scared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept walking.  About a week later I tried yelling but I still couldn't.  Then I saw a light coming from the sky and then I saw a helicopter.  I just stood there.  The people in the helicopter threw a ladder down and took me home.  And as soon as I got home, I went to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-517023074647083781?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/517023074647083781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-jarod.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/517023074647083781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/517023074647083781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-jarod.html' title='Story by Jarod'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-6848574416370023246</id><published>2011-03-25T08:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:40:37.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Virginia</title><content type='html'>I went to the fair.  I got lost. I went to look for my mom. I found her next to the pool.  A stranger put bubble gum on my face.  My mom beat him up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6848574416370023246?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6848574416370023246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-virginia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6848574416370023246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6848574416370023246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-virginia.html' title='Story by Virginia'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-6744418629818876368</id><published>2011-03-25T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:39:37.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story by Damian</title><content type='html'>FINAL COPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to WWE and TNA.  It is a fighting company.  I had to face Rob van Dam from Battle Creek, Michigan.  I beat him silly.  He was bleeding.  I was good at it.  When I won the freeree ringed the bell.  I like TNA now.  WWE I face Batesta from Washington D.C.  I won.  P.S. I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods. I got lost in a cave with a bear.  I had no food or drink.  I got found, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINAL VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I went into the woods.  I found a bear in a cave.  It was dark.  i had a light.  The bear followed me.  A hunter found us.  He did not shoot the bear.  P.S. I was lost for a long time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6744418629818876368?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6744418629818876368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-damian.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6744418629818876368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6744418629818876368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-by-damian.html' title='Story by Damian'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-8569609984207375812</id><published>2011-03-18T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:42:26.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem by Jasper</title><content type='html'>I tried to catch my cat&lt;br /&gt;and lost my hat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8569609984207375812?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8569609984207375812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem-by-jasper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8569609984207375812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8569609984207375812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem-by-jasper.html' title='Poem by Jasper'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-408781992101000779</id><published>2011-03-04T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:45:21.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Music! Alexis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My favorite kind of music is  Country,Rock ,Hip Hop.I listen to it on my pink radio.My favorite song is called Grenade.I have never taken music lessons in my whole life.I wish I could play the electric guitar.  A lot of people like music.  I think music is magnificent, awesome, and amazing.  All I have to say is wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-408781992101000779?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/408781992101000779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-music-alexis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/408781992101000779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/408781992101000779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-music-alexis.html' title='Ah, Music! Alexis'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4607245180682743243</id><published>2011-03-04T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:07:10.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Music! Cassandra</title><content type='html'>I like to listen to rock music and hip hop music because I herd of it before. I like to listen to it on a radio. I don't know the name of my favorite song. No I have not taken a music lesson before. I would want to play all of the drums that they play in hip hop music and rock music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4607245180682743243?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4607245180682743243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-music-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4607245180682743243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4607245180682743243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/ah-music-cassandra.html' title='Ah, Music! Cassandra'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-4194506988440004928</id><published>2011-03-01T10:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:34:58.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, by Charlie</title><content type='html'>I like country music most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to radio most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big green tractor is my favorite song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never taken music lessens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not play an instrument, it would be boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4194506988440004928?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4194506988440004928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-by-charlie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4194506988440004928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4194506988440004928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-by-charlie.html' title='Music, by Charlie'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6248814028448700021</id><published>2011-02-18T10:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:06:33.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST MOVIE EVER BY CASSANDRA</title><content type='html'>The best movie I ever saw was Tinker Bell.It was about Vida trying to save Tinker Bell . It was really scary. I saw it at my Ant house. Yes I would like to see it at my Ant house again.THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6248814028448700021?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6248814028448700021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-movie-ever-by-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6248814028448700021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6248814028448700021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-movie-ever-by-cassandra.html' title='THE BEST MOVIE EVER BY CASSANDRA'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4861265773904729019</id><published>2011-02-11T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:19:53.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job, by Damian</title><content type='html'>I want to be a spy.  The best you can sneak you can't live.  You have to remember, you don't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4861265773904729019?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4861265773904729019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-damian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4861265773904729019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4861265773904729019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-damian.html' title='My job, by Damian'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8795765130668402308</id><published>2011-02-11T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:04:05.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job, by Nicholas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOJuW-Xj3xs/TVVP16b5bII/AAAAAAAACtw/OrfGuKBrMTI/s1600/dumptruck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOJuW-Xj3xs/TVVP16b5bII/AAAAAAAACtw/OrfGuKBrMTI/s200/dumptruck.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572447901578783874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a logger.  The best thing is you can make money.  The worst thing is you can get killed.  I would wear a hard hat and a construction suit.  I will drive the logging truck.  Also, I would cut trees and make roads through the forest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8795765130668402308?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8795765130668402308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-nicholas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8795765130668402308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8795765130668402308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-nicholas.html' title='My job, by Nicholas'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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/-XOJuW-Xj3xs/TVVP16b5bII/AAAAAAAACtw/OrfGuKBrMTI/s72-c/dumptruck.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-7935727061472159681</id><published>2011-02-11T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:00:48.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job, by Jarod</title><content type='html'>I would like to be a vet.  You get to be with animals.  You have to clean up some disgusting stuff.  I would wear all white.  The most important thing is keeping animals alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7935727061472159681?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7935727061472159681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-jarod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7935727061472159681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7935727061472159681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-jarod.html' title='My job, by Jarod'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-534266621407806526</id><published>2011-02-11T09:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:59:09.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to be, by Shylee</title><content type='html'>I want to be a doctor.  I would like to help people who are sick or hurt.  I would help children and older people.  Maybe I can cure sickness and a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-534266621407806526?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/534266621407806526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-be-by-shylee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/534266621407806526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/534266621407806526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-be-by-shylee.html' title='What I want to be, by Shylee'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-3409216197190255156</id><published>2011-02-11T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:57:01.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job, by Jasper</title><content type='html'>I would like to be a cop.  You can use the bait car to trap bad guys.  The bad thing is if the bait car does not lock.  I would wear a bullet proof vest and a uniform to work.  I would make sure nobody gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-3409216197190255156?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/3409216197190255156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-jasper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3409216197190255156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3409216197190255156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-jasper.html' title='My job, by Jasper'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-9214206151709160492</id><published>2011-02-10T10:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:12:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the firefighter by bryce</title><content type='html'>I'd like to be a firefighter because you get drive a firetruck the worst thing is that you can die i would were a heavy suit to work i could help people get out of burning houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-9214206151709160492?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/9214206151709160492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/firefighter-by-bryce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/9214206151709160492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/9214206151709160492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/firefighter-by-bryce.html' title='the firefighter by bryce'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5470161302725035508</id><published>2011-02-10T10:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:45:02.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my job by magen</title><content type='html'>i would like to be a hair and makeup designer .&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is that i love makeup and like hair .&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is nothing .&lt;br /&gt;i would wear anything to work in.&lt;br /&gt;the important thing is doing the thing they want me to do the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5470161302725035508?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5470161302725035508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-magen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5470161302725035508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5470161302725035508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-job-by-magen.html' title='my job by magen'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2039865812934084316</id><published>2011-02-10T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:09:16.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>animal vet, by Avery</title><content type='html'>I would like to be a vet because it will be cool.All the animal's are cool I have to clean up,I&lt;br /&gt;have to clean up the animals. I like to wear all white. I will get the animals  all better to go back to their owner can take them bake home, they can go outside, they mite die again and they mite  get hurt again but not all  the time.  They can go to  the wild again, stay there, never come back home again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2039865812934084316?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2039865812934084316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/animal-vet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2039865812934084316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2039865812934084316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/animal-vet.html' title='animal vet, by Avery'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2473513226516096011</id><published>2011-02-09T12:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:23:55.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want  to be,By Emily T</title><content type='html'>I would like to be a vet. The best thing about being a vet is when you get to work with animals. THE worst thing about being a vet is when the animals die and I think the  oners  of the animals will be sad to see their animals die. I would wear a white   suit to work in.The most importnt  thing about being a vet would be helping animals get better. THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2473513226516096011?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2473513226516096011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-beby-emily-t.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2473513226516096011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2473513226516096011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-beby-emily-t.html' title='What I want  to be,By Emily T'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8745230487386752434</id><published>2011-02-09T12:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:49:34.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to be By CASSANDRA</title><content type='html'>I would like to be a vet when I grow up. You get to help sick animals at the vet and you got to help sick animals so they can get better.You got to clean up disgusting stuff at the vet. I would wear a white outfit.I like to help baby animals at the vet. It is fun to be a vet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8745230487386752434?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8745230487386752434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-be-by-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8745230487386752434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8745230487386752434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-be-by-cassandra.html' title='What I want to be By CASSANDRA'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-3244220682225017075</id><published>2011-02-09T10:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:35:55.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals, by Alexis</title><content type='html'>The job I want to have is a animal trainer.I think the best thing about that job is all the animals.Oh and the worst thing about that job is you have to clean up poop.I would wear a suit that would protect my whole body.The most important thing about that job is helping peoples animals be good.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-3244220682225017075?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/3244220682225017075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/animals-by-alexis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3244220682225017075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/3244220682225017075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/animals-by-alexis.html' title='Animals, by Alexis'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7533454269543005565</id><published>2011-02-09T10:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:42:40.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to be, by Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPL4zlhO8xE/TVmFq53TnMI/AAAAAAAACt8/m1Y8myQhl24/s1600/Chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPL4zlhO8xE/TVmFq53TnMI/AAAAAAAACt8/m1Y8myQhl24/s200/Chuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573632985981492418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a cop is a fun job the worst thing is running after the people. You can drive  a cop car. I can hold a gun. You fire the gun.  It is fun you can pull over people. arrest people, give people tickits ride cop boat, go in motels watch people.  It is fun being a cop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The End &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7533454269543005565?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7533454269543005565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-be-by-charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7533454269543005565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7533454269543005565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-want-to-be-by-charlie.html' title='What I want to be, by Charlie'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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/-hPL4zlhO8xE/TVmFq53TnMI/AAAAAAAACt8/m1Y8myQhl24/s72-c/Chuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-2146929578180283108</id><published>2011-02-04T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:03:34.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Paris, by Magen</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to Paris.  I would get there by plane.  I would take my friend Alexis and my dog with me.  I would stay for ten days.  I would like to visit Paris because I want to see the Eiffel tower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2146929578180283108?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2146929578180283108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-paris-by-magen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2146929578180283108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2146929578180283108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-paris-by-magen.html' title='At Paris, by Magen'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5216685169439306220</id><published>2011-02-04T09:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:29:03.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, by Madison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5216685169439306220?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5216685169439306220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-madison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5216685169439306220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5216685169439306220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-madison.html' title='Nothing, by Madison'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5388218629064886953</id><published>2011-02-04T09:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:28:51.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, by Shylee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5388218629064886953?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5388218629064886953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-shylee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5388218629064886953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5388218629064886953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-shylee.html' title='Nothing, by Shylee'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4195419353727414310</id><published>2011-02-04T09:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:28:39.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, by Nicolas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4195419353727414310?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4195419353727414310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-nicolas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4195419353727414310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4195419353727414310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-nicolas.html' title='Nothing, by Nicolas'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6830661492049287061</id><published>2011-02-04T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:28:30.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, by Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6830661492049287061?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6830661492049287061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-virginia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6830661492049287061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6830661492049287061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-virginia.html' title='Nothing, by Virginia'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4369734245396154069</id><published>2011-02-04T09:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:28:14.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, by Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4369734245396154069?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4369734245396154069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4369734245396154069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4369734245396154069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-by-charlie.html' title='Nothing, by Charlie'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7192810204964708476</id><published>2011-02-04T08:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:39:24.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Nicholas</title><content type='html'>I would like to go home and go outside and drive daddy's ski-doo.  Then I would like to go inside and play.  Then I would like to go and watch TV.  Then I would go to sleep and get ready for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7192810204964708476?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7192810204964708476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-nicholas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7192810204964708476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7192810204964708476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-nicholas.html' title='Going places, by Nicholas'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4945003469096331788</id><published>2011-02-04T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:38:30.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Jasper</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to Hawaii.  I would get there by airplane.  I would take Damian.  I would stay 12 days.  I want to see what it would be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4945003469096331788?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4945003469096331788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-jasper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4945003469096331788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4945003469096331788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-jasper.html' title='Going places, by Jasper'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-39141730663565264</id><published>2011-02-04T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:34:26.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Jarod</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to Canada.  I would go there by plane.  I would take a friend with me.  I would stay a week.  I just want to go there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-39141730663565264?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/39141730663565264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-jarod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/39141730663565264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/39141730663565264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-jarod.html' title='Going places, by Jarod'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1300777246714473242</id><published>2011-02-03T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:42:03.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Eva</title><content type='html'>I will like to go to New York State.  I will take my friend along.  Her name is Madison.  She is my friend.  We play all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1300777246714473242?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1300777246714473242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-eva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1300777246714473242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1300777246714473242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-eva.html' title='Going places, by Eva'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6906605172820034518</id><published>2011-02-03T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:41:13.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just at the beach, by Cassandra</title><content type='html'>In the morning I would like to go to Ticonderoga beach.  I would take an airplane to the beach.  I would take Emily L. with me to the beach.  I would stay until 3:00.  You can build a sand castle there because there is plenty of wet sand there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6906605172820034518?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6906605172820034518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-at-beach-by-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6906605172820034518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6906605172820034518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-at-beach-by-cassandra.html' title='Just at the beach, by Cassandra'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4520419474017248420</id><published>2011-02-03T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:39:48.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eiffel Tower, by Alexis</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to Paris.  I would get there by plane.  I would take my best friend Magen with me.  We would stay for ten days.  I would like to visit Paris because I want to see the Eiffel Tower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4520419474017248420?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4520419474017248420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/eiffel-tower-by-alexis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4520419474017248420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4520419474017248420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/eiffel-tower-by-alexis.html' title='The Eiffel Tower, by Alexis'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4705740034247039911</id><published>2011-02-03T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:38:46.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Emily T.</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to Florida.  I would get there by car.  I wold take my friend Avery with me.  I would stay there for a month.  I would visit Florida because it is a fun place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4705740034247039911?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4705740034247039911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-emily-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4705740034247039911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4705740034247039911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-emily-t.html' title='Going places, by Emily T.'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-291930555554743379</id><published>2011-02-03T13:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T14:37:53.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Emily L.</title><content type='html'>I would go to Florida.  I would go on an airplane.  I would want to bring a friend.  I would stay until tomorrow.  I would go to my uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-291930555554743379?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/291930555554743379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-emily-l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/291930555554743379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/291930555554743379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-emily-l.html' title='Going places, by Emily L.'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1638196536862748807</id><published>2011-02-03T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:58:52.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Damian</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to the North Pole.  I would take the sleigh when I go.  I would go alone.  I would stay forever.  I would stay there because I like toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1638196536862748807?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1638196536862748807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-damian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1638196536862748807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1638196536862748807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-damian.html' title='Going places, by Damian'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2719177228920479257</id><published>2011-02-03T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:58:00.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places, by Avery</title><content type='html'>I would like to go to North Carolina. That is where I would go.  I would drive a car to get there and I would take Emily T with me, too. It will be fun to play all day in the indoor pools.  I will stay there for 14 nights or stay there and never come home. I might only visit my house every Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2719177228920479257?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2719177228920479257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-avery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2719177228920479257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2719177228920479257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/02/going-places-by-avery.html' title='Going places, by Avery'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7064655734937109390</id><published>2011-01-24T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:38:33.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The scariest thing (Magen)</title><content type='html'>The scariest thing that ever happened to me was when I was eating and I heard a knock.  Nobody was there.  It happened in my kitchen.  I was seven years old.  I was not alone.  I cried and I was very scared.  My stepdad found the boys.  Their names were Schuyler and his friend My mom was in Boston and when she came home I told her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7064655734937109390?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7064655734937109390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/scariest-thing-magen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7064655734937109390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7064655734937109390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/scariest-thing-magen.html' title='The scariest thing (Magen)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2781687561968742054</id><published>2011-01-21T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:26:22.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloody Mask (Alexis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;i&gt;The scariest thing that happened to me was when my cousin put on a bloody mask and screamed at me.  It happened at my grandma's house.  I was three years old.  I was alone when it happened.  I screamed to get him in trouble.  He ran back in his bedroom.  He got a big punishment.  He couldn't go to the Halloween party we were going to go to.  I had so much fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2781687561968742054?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2781687561968742054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-mask-alexis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2781687561968742054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2781687561968742054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloody-mask-alexis.html' title='The Bloody Mask (Alexis)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8211482856344827042</id><published>2011-01-21T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:37:11.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The scariest thing (Cassandra)</title><content type='html'>The scariest thing that happened to me was when my Mom had a mask on.  She woke me up.  I screamed that woke my brother up.  Then she took her mask off.  I was in my bedroom.  I was seven years old.  I was not alone when it happened.  My brother and my Mom were there.  I hugged her tight and she hugged me tight.  It was very scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8211482856344827042?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8211482856344827042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/scariest-thing-cassandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8211482856344827042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8211482856344827042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/scariest-thing-cassandra.html' title='The scariest thing (Cassandra)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-973055026626629519</id><published>2011-01-21T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:33:57.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My scary four wheeler (Bryce)</title><content type='html'>When my four wheeler had gas pouring out of the gas cap I told my grandpa he put it in the Barn and worked on it my cousin willy came down and helped he cut a piece of rubber and put it in my gas cap it stopped pouring out the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-973055026626629519?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/973055026626629519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-scary-four-wheeler-bryce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/973055026626629519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/973055026626629519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-scary-four-wheeler-bryce.html' title='My scary four wheeler (Bryce)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5644341581666517187</id><published>2011-01-21T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:31:52.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Falling (Avery)</title><content type='html'>The scariest thing that ever happened to me?  I fell on a rock when I was on it.  Where did it happen?  At Cheever Hole.  I was 3 years old.  I was not alone.  I fell on a rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5644341581666517187?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5644341581666517187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/falling-avery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5644341581666517187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5644341581666517187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/falling-avery.html' title='The Falling (Avery)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1036193249997088836</id><published>2011-01-21T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:28:07.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The scariest thing that ever happened to me (Jasper)</title><content type='html'>When my eardrum burst.at my house.i was 5.i was not alone.i told my dad and my mom i cried.it hurt.i was worried to get a tube in my eardrum.I thought it would hurt.it did not hurt as much as i thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1036193249997088836?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1036193249997088836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/scariest-thing-that-ever-happened-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1036193249997088836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1036193249997088836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/scariest-thing-that-ever-happened-to-me.html' title='The scariest thing that ever happened to me (Jasper)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1611959426229693169</id><published>2011-01-21T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:28:19.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mean dog (Damian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=red&gt;the scariest thing was when a dog chased after me it happened at my friends house i was  6 years old i was not alone when it happened i ran from him it was not on a leash the dogs name was onyx it was mean &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1611959426229693169?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1611959426229693169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/mean-dog-damian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1611959426229693169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1611959426229693169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2011/01/mean-dog-damian.html' title='mean dog (Damian)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8793949228343958122</id><published>2010-12-20T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T13:36:48.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Ideas (A.H. take note!)</title><content type='html'>In writing, it always makes sense to write about only what you know.  It wouldn't make sense for me to write about a person building a house, because I don't know anyone who does that and I don't know how to build a house!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also makes sense to keep your focus &lt;i&gt;narrow&lt;/i&gt;.  That is to say, it's better to write about a hike you took last summer than to write about the two-week camping trip you took, during which you took a hike.  That would be too much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best ideas from stories come from your own life.  You know hundreds of people, and any one of them can serve as a main character in your story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also look at magazines to get ideas.  The people you see in photographs can be anyone you want to make them.  They can be magical or just normal.  They can be in a realistic bit of fiction, or in a fantastic bit of fiction filled with talking animals.  It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing about writing is &lt;i&gt;writing the first sentence!&lt;/i&gt;  So let's get started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8793949228343958122?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8793949228343958122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-ideas-ah-take-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8793949228343958122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8793949228343958122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-ideas-ah-take-note.html' title='Story Ideas (A.H. take note!)'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7323689834863235293</id><published>2010-12-20T11:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:28:09.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexis: Expository writing</title><content type='html'>Get your tooth brush.Wet it.Add toothpaste.Brush up and down,front to back.Swish and gargle rins.THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/TQ-CAeVxjBI/AAAAAAAACs4/pzSoOQ0UP-M/s1600/A_Pink_Toothbrush_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090802-233041-677009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/TQ-CAeVxjBI/AAAAAAAACs4/pzSoOQ0UP-M/s200/A_Pink_Toothbrush_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090802-233041-677009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552799810227112978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7323689834863235293?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7323689834863235293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/alexis-expository-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7323689834863235293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7323689834863235293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/alexis-expository-writing.html' title='Alexis: Expository writing'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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/_CbjqzQ9sH28/TQ-CAeVxjBI/AAAAAAAACs4/pzSoOQ0UP-M/s72-c/A_Pink_Toothbrush_Royalty_Free_Clipart_Picture_090802-233041-677009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-6649357856377690155</id><published>2010-12-20T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:51:17.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassandra: Expository writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/TQ93te3ljBI/AAAAAAAACsw/_a_h-HBO1Eo/s1600/Toothbrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/TQ93te3ljBI/AAAAAAAACsw/_a_h-HBO1Eo/s200/Toothbrush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552788488835140626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Get your toothbrush. Wet it under the faucet. Next Put toothpaste on the toothbrush. Then you rinse your toothbrush but don't let the kids under age 2 two use it and swallow the toothpaste. Then you put water in your mouth and spit it in the sink. The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6649357856377690155?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6649357856377690155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/cassandra-expository-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6649357856377690155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6649357856377690155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/cassandra-expository-writing.html' title='Cassandra: Expository writing'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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/_CbjqzQ9sH28/TQ93te3ljBI/AAAAAAAACsw/_a_h-HBO1Eo/s72-c/Toothbrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-1631456557997085902</id><published>2010-12-20T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:31:56.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily: Expository writing</title><content type='html'>How I brush my teeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy a toothbrush, then I put toothpaste on it.  Then I rinse it a little, and I brush back and forth.  Then I spit and rinse.  Don't let children under 2 use toothpaste without an adult watching the children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1631456557997085902?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1631456557997085902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/emily-expository-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1631456557997085902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1631456557997085902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/emily-expository-writing.html' title='Emily: Expository writing'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6485843766126754380</id><published>2010-12-20T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:30:42.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia: Expository writing</title><content type='html'>How to brush your teeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your toothbrush. Wet it and brush your teeth. Now rinse and spit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6485843766126754380?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6485843766126754380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/virginia-expository-writing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6485843766126754380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6485843766126754380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/virginia-expository-writing.html' title='Virginia: Expository writing'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-652228179203100457</id><published>2010-12-20T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:29:55.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas: Expository writing</title><content type='html'>How to brush your teeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into the bathroom. Get toothpaste.  Put it on the toothbrush. Brush your teeth up and down. Rinse your mouth.  Spit the toothpaste out. Put the toothbrush away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-652228179203100457?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/652228179203100457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/nicholas-expository-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/652228179203100457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/652228179203100457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/nicholas-expository-writing.html' title='Nicholas: Expository writing'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-2275179464419188405</id><published>2010-12-15T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:59:12.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas: writing to a prompt</title><content type='html'>Huey was sleeping. He couldn't sleep. Canary he said you sing me a lullaby.  Yes said the canary.  The canary sang a song to Huey.  Huey was fast asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-2275179464419188405?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/2275179464419188405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/nicholas-writing-to-prompt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2275179464419188405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/2275179464419188405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/nicholas-writing-to-prompt.html' title='Nicholas: writing to a prompt'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7098576175049808041</id><published>2010-12-14T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:15:50.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarod: writing to a prompt</title><content type='html'>Huey gave the canary a blanket around his cage.  Huey gave the canary a mirror.  Huey gave the canary a swing.  Canary sang a song to help get Huey asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7098576175049808041?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7098576175049808041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/jarod-writing-to-prompt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7098576175049808041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7098576175049808041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/jarod-writing-to-prompt.html' title='Jarod: writing to a prompt'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-7016721740636374304</id><published>2010-12-14T11:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:17:55.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassandra, writing to a a prompt</title><content type='html'>Huey had a big problem.  Huey could not sleep because canary kept on tweeting and he said to canary be quiet canary.  Canary wanted a blanket and a swing and canary was quiet.  Huey asked for a lullaby and canary sang a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-7016721740636374304?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/7016721740636374304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/cassandra-writing-to-a-prompt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7016721740636374304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/7016721740636374304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/12/cassandra-writing-to-a-prompt.html' title='Cassandra, writing to a a prompt'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6615937975708371892</id><published>2010-11-18T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:38:11.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva and Avery, by Avery</title><content type='html'>Once there was a girl and  her name  was  Eva and there was a girl named avery  and  thhey where    firends and they played togetter and avery got   hurt then I was crieing and my mommy came to help me  get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6615937975708371892?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6615937975708371892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/eva-and-avery-by-avery.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6615937975708371892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6615937975708371892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/eva-and-avery-by-avery.html' title='Eva and Avery, by Avery'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8240158113804583228</id><published>2010-11-18T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:39:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cat and the class rules, by Eva</title><content type='html'>a  cat  in the  class one day thay was a catand i way playing  with mycat  oneday  heway   &lt;br /&gt;  going   home   when all of a  sudden  he  dily and he  falls&lt;br /&gt;I lvoe  him  my nan  pop and  pop me the cat   i love my cat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8240158113804583228?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8240158113804583228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/cat-and-class-rules-by-eva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8240158113804583228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8240158113804583228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/cat-and-class-rules-by-eva.html' title='The cat and the class rules, by Eva'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5302958268708038093</id><published>2010-11-18T11:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:11:13.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil, Death, and Darth Vader, by Damian</title><content type='html'>ones a devil and deth darth vadr whre in hell.deth vs devil vs darth vadr blood flow evrerwaere it   was allmost ovrer the winr is dath vadr . hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowpooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5302958268708038093?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5302958268708038093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/devil-death-and-darth-vader-by-damian.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5302958268708038093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5302958268708038093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/devil-death-and-darth-vader-by-damian.html' title='Devil, Death, and Darth Vader, by Damian'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-335007513362606477</id><published>2010-11-18T10:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:20:09.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost story, by Virginia</title><content type='html'>onetimeiwasworkinginthe&lt;br /&gt;gardinisawaghostitstolethe&lt;br /&gt;persens sole the cops came&lt;br /&gt;andfondthebodyitridetoteell&lt;br /&gt;themebuttheghostcameandstole&lt;br /&gt;evrysoleontheplanettheend&lt;br /&gt;javascript:void(0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-335007513362606477?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/335007513362606477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/ghost-story-by-virginia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/335007513362606477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/335007513362606477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/ghost-story-by-virginia.html' title='Ghost story, by Virginia'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-740717611144657992</id><published>2010-11-18T10:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:48:54.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the dog and the cat by Magen</title><content type='html'>the cat was at  the dogs home .&lt;br /&gt;and the dog was at the cats home .&lt;br /&gt;the cats name is mittens.&lt;br /&gt;the dogs name is alexis but.&lt;br /&gt;then there was a probiem.&lt;br /&gt;the dogs mom had a baby and the &lt;br /&gt;cat came to the dogs home and said.&lt;br /&gt;i that you were going to play wiith me&lt;br /&gt;my mom had baby thou.&lt;br /&gt;but you promised alexis then the dogs mom said.&lt;br /&gt;why are you crying becouse she was my bff&lt;br /&gt;she is stole your bff she is just takeing&lt;br /&gt;care of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;then the baby grerup and&lt;br /&gt;then thay lived to gether.&lt;div 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Magen'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1640756615049338045</id><published>2010-11-18T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:33:42.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck Racer, by Nicolas</title><content type='html'>a train can drive on a train track&lt;br /&gt;a car can drive on a rode to get the prenest&lt;br /&gt;for good good kids &lt;br /&gt;a car went over a ramp&lt;br /&gt;thay go&lt;br /&gt;to get&lt;br /&gt;prezenst&lt;br /&gt;for good kids and fate kids &lt;br /&gt;by nicolas stevnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5776290769276643553?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5776290769276643553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/cat-and-mouse-by-madison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5776290769276643553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5776290769276643553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/cat-and-mouse-by-madison.html' title='cat  and  mouse   by  madison'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4309987602980876092</id><published>2010-11-17T10:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:10:22.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the white snak by Jarod</title><content type='html'>Ones they was a white snak. He was being hunt down. wen the hunter wasent loking. the snak atakt the hunter. The snak had a party with all of the other snaks and the party was in the woods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4309987602980876092?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4309987602980876092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/white-snak-by-jarod.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4309987602980876092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4309987602980876092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/white-snak-by-jarod.html' title='the white snak by Jarod'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-793583128790878604</id><published>2010-11-17T10:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:43:12.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robber, by Alexis</title><content type='html'>Once there was a baby named Liam.  Liam is a nice baby.  Liam's mom is nice too.  Liam is so cute!  Once Liam's mom put him to sleep but the door bell rang.  Liam's mom answered the door, nobody was there.  His mom came back but Liam was gone!  A robber took him.  The next night the robber came back and rang the doorbell.  Heidi could not see him but Liam was back for good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-793583128790878604?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/793583128790878604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/robber-by-alexis.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/793583128790878604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/793583128790878604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/robber-by-alexis.html' title='The Robber, by Alexis'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-60150216850616130</id><published>2010-11-17T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:29:15.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Robber, by Japser</title><content type='html'>in the city a robber stole a car.it was 12 he was going 150.the police saw him.it was 4 in the morning when they cot him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-60150216850616130?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/60150216850616130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/robber-by-japser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/60150216850616130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/60150216850616130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/robber-by-japser.html' title='The Robber, by Japser'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-1711776758481620992</id><published>2010-11-17T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:53:06.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deer and the Hunter, by Emily</title><content type='html'>There was a hunter and some deer.The deer promised the hunter that they would not run away when  they came to hunt different animals.  After they shook hands. The deers got out their rifles and kept the hunter there. After  5 to 6  houers  the hunter had to promes the deers that they would not kill  other animals and once agin they shook hands and the hunter cept  his promes . AND they lived haply ever after. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-1711776758481620992?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/1711776758481620992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/deer-and-hunter-by-emily.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1711776758481620992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/1711776758481620992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/deer-and-hunter-by-emily.html' title='The Deer and the Hunter, by Emily'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-4682988922914564513</id><published>2010-11-17T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:33:09.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deer and the Hunter, by Bryce</title><content type='html'>adeer was walking in the woods a hunter came around the corner and started to shout the deer.started to run but the hunter was on his tail the hunter was still behind him the deerwas still running he was out of breth he found a poun d he got a drink he went around the corner ahnunter wasaround  the deer got shout he brought the deer home hewaid it andeat it the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-4682988922914564513?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/4682988922914564513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/deer-and-hunter-by-bryce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4682988922914564513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/4682988922914564513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/deer-and-hunter-by-bryce.html' title='The Deer and the Hunter, by Bryce'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-5596112811388191757</id><published>2010-11-17T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:57:01.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story, by Nicholas</title><content type='html'>The Farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  was a  farmer and  he owned a barn. He got in his car and went to art class. He made a bunch of stuff then he got in his car and went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-5596112811388191757?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/5596112811388191757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-by-nicholas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5596112811388191757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/5596112811388191757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-by-nicholas.html' title='Story, by Nicholas'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-8927969062041254457</id><published>2010-11-17T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:41:50.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new term, a new direction.</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is, the middle of November already.  We are beginning to take writing quite seriously in second grade, and everything we write will be posted on this website.  Bookmark this site and check back often to see new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Mr. Hoops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8927969062041254457?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8927969062041254457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-term-new-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8927969062041254457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8927969062041254457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-term-new-direction.html' title='A new term, a new direction.'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6834779720865003873</id><published>2010-05-27T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:19:29.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion and the Lizard, by Alayna</title><content type='html'>I discover the lion is quit.the lizard budge the lion.the lizard world watched them be a justice.they were scampering on the floor.isint that great.well that all i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6834779720865003873?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6834779720865003873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/05/lion-and-lizard-by-alayna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6834779720865003873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6834779720865003873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/05/lion-and-lizard-by-alayna.html' title='The Lion and the Lizard, by Alayna'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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-7156747674184766400.post-6108769091165218391</id><published>2010-05-27T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:28:13.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lizard and the Lion, by Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_6BdTITVmI/AAAAAAAACoA/RXqYH2aYgIk/s1600/Captive-Male-Lion-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_6BdTITVmI/AAAAAAAACoA/RXqYH2aYgIk/s200/Captive-Male-Lion-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475956537280386658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_6BdEhlu_I/AAAAAAAACn4/cJEfOKF00ro/s1600/w-Curly-tailedLizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_6BdEhlu_I/AAAAAAAACn4/cJEfOKF00ro/s200/w-Curly-tailedLizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475956533359918066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lizard mo wanted a friend lion named Rex  mo budged into REX.Rex peered at mo.mo discovery that the lion loved to dance the entire wold watched the majestic mo and Rex dance they were scampering on the floor all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-6108769091165218391?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/6108769091165218391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/05/lizard-and-lion-by-abigail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6108769091165218391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/6108769091165218391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/05/lizard-and-lion-by-abigail.html' title='The Lizard and the Lion, by Abigail'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_6BdTITVmI/AAAAAAAACoA/RXqYH2aYgIk/s72-c/Captive-Male-Lion-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156747674184766400.post-8680639719675929313</id><published>2010-05-27T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:17:27.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lizard and the Lion, by Lily W.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_5-8KROV2I/AAAAAAAACnw/_eXqBmTKJfg/s1600/w-Curly-tailedLizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_5-8KROV2I/AAAAAAAACnw/_eXqBmTKJfg/s200/w-Curly-tailedLizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475953768942950242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_5-76j5B0I/AAAAAAAACno/WVPPRKp1QUk/s1600/Michuki+-+Majestic+Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_5-76j5B0I/AAAAAAAACno/WVPPRKp1QUk/s200/Michuki+-+Majestic+Lion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475953764726277954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flicker was scampering over to the lion to asked the lion to be his friend. the lizard called the lion majestic. the lion peered at the lizard. the lizard  budge the lion the lizard and the lion discovery they will be friends there entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7156747674184766400-8680639719675929313?l=grade2h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/feeds/8680639719675929313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/05/lizard-and-lion-by-lily-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8680639719675929313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7156747674184766400/posts/default/8680639719675929313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grade2h.blogspot.com/2010/05/lizard-and-lion-by-lily-w.html' title='The Lizard and the Lion, by Lily W.'/><author><name>E.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543605638055297386</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/_CbjqzQ9sH28/S_5-8KROV2I/AAAAAAAACnw/_eXqBmTKJfg/s72-c/w-Curly-tailedLizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
