<?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-8131233</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:33:01.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather's World</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Heather Collins im from St Agatha ME. My email to contact me at is Heather_Feather_14@hotmail.com this is a place where you can find many things done by Me, Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8131233.post-110248553620166565</id><published>2004-12-08T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T00:58:56.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Course Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well I have to say coming into this course I was kind of resistant just because English was not a favorite subject on my list, not that much subjects are! English was just always one of those subjects that made me work hard and think alot. I loved this English class though! It seemed like I could always have chances to improve myself and pick up on my mistakes. Instead of the teacher just smacking me a failing grade and saying you didn't pass! I never had chances just to make my work better, and produce a product that got a second try! I enjoyed having this because in the end it made me feel like a better writer. I'd rather produce things and get a chance to make it better so I learn and it can stick with me; than to get a flunking paper not learn and just put the paper in the past because I flunked it and so it's meaningless to me! Producing work that I get good grades on puts up my self-esteem and makes me enjoy my writing alot more! I also like how I got to work at my own pace. I kept up on my work, but I also didn't rush to do it and say it's over and done with! I went at my own pace took my time and made sure I came out with quality work. From the beginging to now I realize that I finally got the drift of putting HC in my papers!! And definitely being able to right and put lots of details in it, just be free let all my thoughts out and explain things so good that you can picture it! I love how I can do that in my writing now and i've caught on because it does make my papers alot better! i also liked how I got chances to just write about things that i wanted to things that we're on my mind like with the weekly posts. It wasn't like any other English class where you'd get a topic and they'd say here write about it; next thing I know i'm sitting there writing about something I don't even care about and rambling on just because I want to get the paper over and done with! Goldfine you really did prove to be a good funny but serious teacher, and I like that style very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110248553620166565?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110248553620166565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110248553620166565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110248553620166565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110248553620166565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/12/course-reaction.html' title='Course Reaction'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110248473135559337</id><published>2004-12-08T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T00:45:31.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrstmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Well today I went out with my roommate to do all my Christmas shopping! I was very successful in finding lots of nice gifts for everyone that I wanted to shop for! It felt pretty weird this year because I seemed to have alot of money and so I bought nicer bigger gifts for people! I had a job last year but it didn't pay nearly as much as the job I have now, also I wasnt working as many hours. Again I cant wait for Christmas!!! I love Christmas and shopping for it just makes me mre excited!! It's a big process thinking of gifts to buy everyone you want to buy gifts for and then actually get them! Man am I glad I got that shopping out of my way and have no worries of what i'm going to give people at Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110248473135559337?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110248473135559337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110248473135559337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110248473135559337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110248473135559337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/12/chrstmas-shopping.html' title='Chrstmas Shopping'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110244304010146836</id><published>2004-12-07T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:00:40.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to miss Hayley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, one of the first friends I met when coming to college just told me she's leaving! I sat there and felt the tears coming down my face, yeah I cried! She's leaving quicker than I thought! When I come back after Christmas break I won't even be seeing her! She is going to the Navy. Hey it's what she wants to do and i'm happy she's following her heart. She will definitely make a life for herself and make it far because she's a great person. I will definitely miss all the fun times we had even through the bad. We've became really good friends even if we just known each other for a little bit of time. I'll always keep the memories close to my heart thats for sure.. and i'll definitely be going to visit especially when that fair comes around ;)! I know where she lives lucky me!!!! But yeah.. i'll miss having a good laugh with her just about every time I see her! And when I listen to our "Music" i'll definitely think of her! YAY for the Jorsh :D... Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110244304010146836?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110244304010146836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110244304010146836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110244304010146836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110244304010146836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-going-to-miss-hayley.html' title='I&apos;m going to miss Hayley!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110236443299755206</id><published>2004-12-06T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:20:32.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the blogs I visited and commented on for this week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hayleyjb.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://hayleyjb.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwaboutme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://wwwaboutme.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110236443299755206?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110236443299755206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110236443299755206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110236443299755206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110236443299755206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/12/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110191367584354190</id><published>2004-12-01T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:07:55.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thoughts are scary, nasty, and just plain horrible!! My first job was as a dishwasher! I'll never forget walking into that great big popular restaurant and saying may I have an application? I was so excited, man my first job! Real money of my own! I got hired alright, I think they just hired anyone who walked through that door! Matter of fact they hired a 10 year old 2 weeks after I got hired! In the end I was saying thanks for the worst experience of my life! The job was nothing like I expected it to be and the more I worked the more they used me! Whenever I'd get really good at something it wasn't oh lets give her a raise; it was more on the lines of oh lets throw her on another job! When they saw I was good at that job also; it was let's have her do both at the same time! The dishwashers were the younger workers in the restaurant; and let me tell you we got shit on a whole lot! We we're the ones doing the slave work, and have to stay after extra to mop the floor! Not to include buss the tables for the waitresses when they we're too busy to do them! I was 16 when I got my first job; fair age. The lesson I got from it all is at 16 there was plenty other places I could have worked that wouldn't have made my first job experience so horrible; regardless if I was just in high school and needed a little to get me the things I wanted! The biggest 3 things that made this job so horrible are; the pay, the respect, and the smell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Money! Wow money; when I think of money that I got out of this job I honestly laugh!! It's a big joke to me! It was like they we're giving me play money! Even if I wanted a new car while I was in high school; there's no way I could have even paid a car payment with that job! They paid the workers $4.50 an hour! I worked there for 2 years, by the time I left I was up to $4.75! Yippie for me! Like I was saying; big joke! There was one kid who had been working there for them for almost 5 and half; how much was he getting? Here comes another joke, $5.50! At the beginning I really didn't care; getting 65 dollars at the most a week was ok to me. I thought money is money! As I got further along I realized hey this is just not right! They are cheating me out of money by so much; paying me not even minimum wage! 65 dollars wasn't going to cut it. I made a complaint after being there a year and they booted me up to hey $4.75! Then it was up to the point of 79 dollars at the most every week wasn't going to cut it! Especially not for doing dirty dishes, and running around for everyone else in the restaurant that couldn't keep up with their jobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It took me getting a new job to see that these people had no respect for their workers! I never really noticed it since it was my first job; and I thought all jobs would basically be the same! I was totally wrong. They couldn't even say thank you to their workers at the end of the night for doing such a great job! Even on the holidays when we worked until we we're about to pass out! Staying oh average 2 extra hours to clean up! Not even that they just hired anyone in sight! They didn't care about the laws! Heck, they didn't care if they got fined 5-6 times when OSHA came in! To them they kept all the younger workers and paid the fines like it was nothing! They had 4 under age workers! The younger being 10! They we're only doing dishes but still; them being there after a few months they decided oh don't matter there age there good enough to use the equipment such as the cabbage shredder!! Its just disgusting when I look back on it and see all they did that was very wrong! Sad thing is I may not be working there anymore; but their still doing it and will continue to! They had no respect for me personally at all! I was working as a dishwasher. Well one of the hostesses went away for a month on vacation! They decided to take me and put me out front to do hostessing. I was ok with it I was happy it was getting me away from the dishes, ok! I did this hostessing stuff and just that for 2 weeks. At the end of the 2 weeks the decided wow she's really good at this stuff; but we still need her as a dishwasher! Then they had me up to doing both at once and they didn't have one bit of a care about it! I would go outside work with customers then run in the back throw on my smock and do dishes! I'd go back and forth doing this all shift! How disgusting is that? I couldn't have smelled too good for there customers! Not to include I had to wear my good clothes under my smock! I was even making drinks for the waitresses because they needed help! After 2 years of run arounds like a chicken with its head cut off I said I'm done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This goes for any restaurant working job; and that's why I never want to work in a restaurant again! The smell is nasty! I got out of work and I smelt like just plain grease, and a bunch of other foods all mixed together! Not to include I could just take my fingers run them down my face and it would be like a water slide! Yeah, my skin was so greasy I could definitely never go without taking a shower when getting out of that place! It was so frustrating because I had to wear a certain old jacket to work because of course by that hanged up in the restaurant would just make it smell! I hated the smell of fried foods on my clothes so bad; just imagine on my jacket! The fact even that when I'd make plans to go out with my friends after work was a pain! It was so annoying because I'd smell really bad that meant I'd have to go home wash up and everything then leave to go out! By the time we'd all leave to go out we'd only have a few hours to do anything! The smell was so bad it honestly made me sick to my stomach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My first job made me say the simple line "Never Again!" I never want to work in a restaurant again! They made a restaurant job look like the worst possible job anyone can ever have. I don't know about other restaurant's and how good it is to work at them; but I don't want to know either! I had my experience and I don't want nothing more to do with the restaurant type style business! I wonder how anyone puts up with this type of job! I worked 2 years and that's it; they got the last of me! I quit right after I graduated. The beginning of the summer 2004. I really needed a break and I wasn't willing to spend my summer in that hot disgusting place getting treated like a slave for them! Summer was always the worst season! The dishwasher would rise up to atleast 220 degree's and just imagine opening that hot steamy dishwasher, putting your hands on the dishes, and putting them away! Not to include the steam would spread out in the room and so the room would get amazingly hot! It was torture having to work on days when it was 80 degrees out plus all the steam making it extra hot! It was up to the point having the windows open wouldn't even help! To make things "better" they gave us this tinny little fan that let me tell you wouldn't ever be able to keep a dog cool, forget 3-4 people!! I took the summer and enjoyed it before I came to college; and yet once again have to work! This time I get treated a heck of a lot better and don't mind my job! Deciding to quit and have my summer was just about the best choice I've made in life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110191367584354190?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110191367584354190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110191367584354190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110191367584354190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110191367584354190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-first-job.html' title='My First Job'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110187884229899761</id><published>2004-12-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T00:27:22.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;These are the 4 blogs I have visited and commented on for this week and last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldoak.blogspot.com"&gt;http://oldoak.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inzannity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://inzannity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suedecaramel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://suedecaramel.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tihea.com/"&gt;http://www.tihea.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110187884229899761?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110187884229899761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110187884229899761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187884229899761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187884229899761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/12/4-blogs.html' title='4 blogs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110187715942480857</id><published>2004-11-30T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:59:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Yes!! I'm going to write about my dog again! I was so excited to go home mainly because it was going to give me a chance to spend time with my dog; who I miss SO much being away at college!! I don't tell anyone back home this but it's weird how the thing I miss the most being away from home is my dog! Well I went home and you bet she stuck right to me! She didn't leave my side she was so excited to see me! She slept in my bed and she as just always around me. I miss having that little puppy to hold and play with! I even gave her a bath while I was at home. She loves taking a bath. I called my mom since it makes a few days since i've been gone to see how she was taking it; and to no surprise yeah she is confused once again! She don't get the concept of why does she come around for a few days spoil me and leave!! She don't like it one bit and can't get used to it. I don't blame her though. Now she's back to the waiting at the door at night to see if i'm going to come home, and going to peak in my room every once in awhile to see if i'm in there!! I can't wait for just a few more weeks when I get to spend some more time with her! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110187715942480857?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110187715942480857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110187715942480857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187715942480857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187715942480857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-puppy.html' title='My Puppy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110187686278055068</id><published>2004-11-30T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:54:22.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well the countdown has begun and I can't wait!! Christmas is my favorite time of year! I love the holidays but Christmas is definitely top on my list! When I went home on Thanksgiving break I definitely felt the warmth of Christmas! I walked in the door to see the whole house decorted for Christmas already and the tree was even up! I loved it, to me thats what home is. Christmas is a time for bonding and looking back on the year you've had and basically saying goodbye to it. Then New Years comes and it's a time to start all over new again! Brand new year! My family at the holidays always has big gatherings and we have traditions of games we play and everythng like that. Oh and of course eat lots and lots of yummy food! I love being around family and being able to share the holiday with them. Of course yes, I love the fact that Christmas this year I get to have a month off of school yay! That definitely makes me happy; and will give me time to recooperate! Yeah I have a partying family who parties alot during the holidays, you figure you have all the times of the holidays to celebrate christmas day, christmas eve, new years eve, new years day and the list goes on! So yeah of course i'm going to have some major fun and party! It's a crazy couple weeks; but very fun!!! Like I said, I CAN'T WAIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110187686278055068?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110187686278055068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110187686278055068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187686278055068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187686278055068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110187639354726933</id><published>2004-11-30T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:46:33.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Darn, I thought I was happy going away for a break and not having to work! Yeah I come back and I guess she was definitely out to get me for leaving her during the holidays!! She wasnt kidding when she said i'm going to torment you for leaving me! I come back and go look at the schedule of what hours i'm working this week! My eyes almost popped out of my head! I was shocked. I never worked that much since i've been there. She scheduled me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday gave me friday off and scheduled me Saturday and Sunday. Crazy! I'm working more hours then a woman who works there thats full time! This was just for leaving for 5 days. I'm leaving for a month coming up and I just can imagine what shes going to do to me when I get back for leaving her for that long! I guess I got to just keep my mouth shut stop complaining and deal with it, because when the check comes in it will all be worth it! Yeah, good money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110187639354726933?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110187639354726933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110187639354726933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187639354726933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187639354726933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110187588994753608</id><published>2004-11-30T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:38:09.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wow, too much food is the first thing that came out of my mouth! I was so happy to go home for Thanksgiving and eat all that good homemade food that I havent ate in SO long!! Problem was my stomach is so messed up from eating the schools food and i'm not used to eating good home cooked food that being able to eat 2 plates of yummy food at Thaksgiving turned into eating half of 1 plate! I couldn't eat much. Even on the other days I was home and ate home cooked food I always could only take a couple bites and I was full! On another note I ate plenty of Turkey left overs!! I'm all turkeyed out now definitely!! My Thanksgiving was extra good this year prolly because I got to go home and be with my family and friends that I havent seen in awhile, it really felt good! When I got back I realized wow I got 2 and a half weeks and i'm out of here for a month, wow thats going to go by fast I can just see it now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110187588994753608?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110187588994753608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110187588994753608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187588994753608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110187588994753608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110092633334368874</id><published>2004-11-19T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:52:13.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;These are the blogs I visited and commented on for this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkischroeher.blogspot.com"&gt;http://nikkischroeher.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandasstories.blogspot.com"&gt;http://amandasstories.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110092633334368874?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110092633334368874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110092633334368874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110092633334368874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110092633334368874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110092532368031002</id><published>2004-11-19T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:35:23.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well I tend to get frustrated and stressed easily! These past 2 weeks well I found just a great thing to be stressed and frustrated over! I swear there's always something bad that has to pop up when everything is going good. Yeah this time is my car! My car the one with the pink seat covers that I just bought and love right to death! You guessed it yes that is the one i'm talking about! Now I just bought this car and it rides good i love how its cheap on gas its cute and everytihng else about it! But you see all of a sudden winter comes and it decides to give me problems! It wont start and then it will and then wont and will again! Basically playing a game with me! Nothing makes me more frustrated about it then the fact my dad is a mechanic and when I was home whenever something went wrong he'd take my car into the garage right away; and boom there you go in 2 hours or less my car was fixed and ready to go! Well yeah now im 3 and a half hours away and I don't got my mechanic, everything I want solved cant be solved just like that! So i'm going home wednesday and i'm hoping it lasts me and just goes till then! I got a boost and my uncle looked at it and did some stuff on it and its working good, but my uncle fixed it and worked on it just 5 days ago and it ran fine for those 5 days and now boom again here it is! My dad said he thinks it might be the alternater, and my uncle too! So we will soon find out, but yeah i'm frustrated.. I just want to get in it and go whenever I want to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110092532368031002?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110092532368031002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110092532368031002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110092532368031002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110092532368031002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110092380503099419</id><published>2004-11-19T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:10:05.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well its begining to be that time of year again! The Holidays I loveeeeee it! And it's in the air! At work they have started to play Christmas music, and I like it alot buttt wow it gets annoying after going 8 hour shifts all weekend; you learn to learn every lyric to every Christmas song there is! On Another note i'm going hom next week already for the first big holiday out of the 2 Thanksgiving! I can't wait to eat all that yummy food and enjoy time with the family! That time is coming, I need to go out shopping and buy all my gifts for Christmas! What a big job! I know i'll have fun though, can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110092380503099419?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110092380503099419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110092380503099419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110092380503099419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110092380503099419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110019832648387948</id><published>2004-11-16T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:57:04.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Example Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, the color pink! I just love the color pink! I can’t get enough of the color pink! When I go shopping I buy just about anything and everything I like that’s pink! If I see something I like that comes in many colors, you bet I get the pink one and if there’s no pink I don’t buy it, simple as that! Here are 3 examples of my favorite things I own that are pink; my cell phone, my bed set, and my seat covers.&lt;br /&gt;I love talking on the phone! I have a cell phone and good thing I found a good plan that I can’t make any big bills with! I pay one flat rate each month and its unlimited minutes (a plan through unicel.) Since I love talking on the phone and everything I use a lot in every day life is basically pink; I figured I ought to dress up my cell phone as well! I went out and bought a cell phone cover for the front and back of my phone that is pink! Now my cell phone is completely pink, dressed up, and looks great! When walking around campus, going down the road, or just simply sitting in my dorm room; you can bet how proud I am to be talking on that pink cell phone! I love especially when I bring the phone to classes and people look at it and say “your phone is so cute!” I reply back with a very excited “I know!!”&lt;br /&gt;Now, would you picture a pink fanatic like me sleeping in any other color bed set but PINK? No way! I can answer that one for all of the people out there, in a quick second! I love pink, I cannot imagine going to bed at night wrapped up in any other color blankets but pink! I love my pink blanket set. When I went to the store shopping my grandmother said so what color are we going to get your bed set? I snapped back as quick as I could with an answer of.. “PINK!” She laughed; she just knows how in love with the color pink I am! I love just waling into the room and seeing the color pink on my bed, it just makes it more of a comfortable place to be!&lt;br /&gt;My car, wow I drive in it just about every day! I can’t go down the road and not have pink in the famous car I love! I didn’t want it to be a plain and simple “Silver 99 Kia Sephia” like everyone else owned! No way, I had to make it unique and different! So you bet I went out and bought some seat covers in no other than the color PINK! Pink seat covers that say Princess on them. This makes my car stand out, because there is many Kia Sephia’s out there on the road these days. When my friends go places with me like shopping; they can easily find my car when we go out of the store! They just look for the pink seat covers, and they know its Heather’s car! I want to get the matching steering wheel cover and mirror thing but I haven’t been able to find one I like! I can’t just buy anyone either, it has to be one I really really like! I guess one day my eyes will find that perfect set; until then the pink seat covers will do!&lt;br /&gt;I love everything I own that is pink. Noone can figure out why I have this obsession with the color; I can’t even figure it out myself! I just love everything about it. I love the way it makes me happy, I love the way it makes me want to buy things, I love the way it looks, and mostly I love the way it brings excitement to my life. I’m definitely the biggest fan of the color pink; well I believe so anyway! I don’t think I’ll be able to ever get over my love for the pink! When people love something they really love it and I guess that’s just me and my relationship with pink! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110019832648387948?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110019832648387948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110019832648387948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110019832648387948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110019832648387948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/example-essay.html' title='Example Essay'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110020543975284796</id><published>2004-11-11T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T15:37:19.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;These are the 2 blogs I visited and posted on for this week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontb2serious.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.dontb2serious.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barkerswritingworks.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://barkerswritingworks.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110020543975284796?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110020543975284796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110020543975284796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110020543975284796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110020543975284796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/2-blogs_11.html' title='2 Blogs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-110019874226553921</id><published>2004-11-11T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T13:45:42.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wow, Mr Goldfine! I have got to say I read your post about our conversation on your website and it was about the funniest thing i've ever read! I've heard many people call the place I work at many out of this world things; but your name for it has got to be the funniest! How in this world did you get "Burlington Coat Mall" out of "Burlington Coat Factory?" Wow! I don't know how the store turned into a mall! I guess things can change very fast in life! Next time I go into work today I will check if it's turned into a mall! I don't know I havent worked in 2 days ;)! Sorry for picking on you I just found this rather funny and couldn't get enough of that comment! Thank you for giving me my second and final post for the week to write about :)! One less thing for me to think of!! Oh and by the way.. I still don't understand a guy over a woman? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-110019874226553921?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/110019874226553921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=110019874226553921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110019874226553921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/110019874226553921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109992324544912659</id><published>2004-11-08T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T09:14:05.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I went to Portland this weekend unexpectedly to visit some family. Of course I had to rush back on saturday to work! So the big thing about my weekend in Portland, was the fact of course I went shopping on friday and what was the best thing I bought? 2 pairs of shoes!! Yup, of course I cant go shopping without buying shoes. I'm a BIG shoe fan so now I just added 2 pairs to my many other pairs! I bought one pair of dark brown soda boots with pink laces! They are so cute!! Then I bought a pair of pink soda boots with black laces! I have a pair of black boots and tan boots already so now I hair a pair of boots in every color that matches everything I wear :) I'm all set and ready to go for the winter! I'm really addicted to buying shoes and can't get enough of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109992324544912659?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109992324544912659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109992324544912659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109992324544912659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109992324544912659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109954312565636752</id><published>2004-11-03T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:38:45.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here are the 2 blogs I visited and commented on for this week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkischroeher.blogspot.com"&gt;http://nikkischroeher.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwaboutme.blogspot.com"&gt;http://wwwaboutme.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109954312565636752?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109954312565636752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109954312565636752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109954312565636752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109954312565636752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/2-blogs.html' title='2 Blogs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109949073209150557</id><published>2004-11-03T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T09:05:32.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well the weathers changing and I feel it coming! I HATE it! Yes I know I'm from the country (way way way north!) and there's tons of snow there but I still hate it, I've always hated cold weather! What am I doing in Maine? Yeah I ask myself that sometimes. It's alright when the weather is not to hot not to cold, but when the snow comes and it gets freezing to the point I have to take out my big winter jacket I begin to hate it! This time is now, this weekend I made the decision to take out my big jacket. It's not to bad during the day unless it's a windy day but at night wow, it is cold! In the morning also. During the day it's not to bad the sun comes out, and I hate the fact one day it can be really nice out and the next it's freezing it's a cold time of year sure because it's November but the nice/cold thing is playing with my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109949073209150557?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109949073209150557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109949073209150557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109949073209150557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109949073209150557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109949008591272159</id><published>2004-11-03T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T08:54:45.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well this is how it goes. The last week or so I have been so sick of hearing about election stuff and politics! Just annoyed the heck out of me. Then election night (last night) came and I got into it a little getting excited to see who was going to win, not that I care a whole lot! I know I should because it decides what's going to happen with our country yadda yadda, but I'm just fed up with everything, whoever wins is whoever wins! So I was tuning into the results, and I just fell back down again and gave up the reason, yeah bush was leading and now he yup won! You got it I'm not a bush fan, more of a Kerry one not that I find any of them have perfect qualities about them and will make GREAT presidents, I just find Kerry is the better out of the two! So here people say well Kerry has a chance because they have to do this and this, well yeah ok do all that but it's still not going to change the fact he's leading by 120,000 something votes!! It can make it closer but that's about it! So this morning as I type this.. nope I'm not to happy, because now I know for sure this country will not change, and worse the younger ones are going to be drafted out and killed while the old geezers get sent back home to be free!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109949008591272159?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109949008591272159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109949008591272159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109949008591272159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109949008591272159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109936600699387649</id><published>2004-11-01T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:26:46.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Search" </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Well I picked this topic thinking I'd be able to find information everywhere since its a basic broad topic! I soon realized that I was wrong. The reason I was wrong was because of the basic fact pediatric nursing, yes was a easy thing to find in media, books, and internet but the whole prospect of specializing in preemies was not the most popular thing to find! When looking in books and other media I realized I couldn't find anything but pediatric nursing or just nursing period. I guess I would have to try to look for special nursing books in general if I want to find more information on that basis of things.&lt;br /&gt;I started off my search browsing the web. This is where I have found all my information so far. There was so much info out there that I figured I could base most of my paper on this info. Then I realized by going to the different websites that each website had the some type of info but was not all the same! This is what the internet is, its not all facts you can depend on. So I will take the most accurate info and use that.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that I haven't done but I plan to do so I can close up where I want to get my info from since finding it in books, magazines and articles is not working for me. I don't want to have just the web as a source of where I'm going to get my info, so I'm planning on going to find a nurse to interview who does this as a job. That way I will get hands on a background of how things are and know first hand from someone who has experience!&lt;br /&gt;I know that the interviews will be the most helpful thing in completing this I-Search and that's why I'm so eager to set up some and go through with this plan. The web well I found a lot of info and I'm hoping that I did bring it down to just the most accurate sources to use for this paper! I wish that I could have found info in books though but I guess I didn't get any luck with that! Still debating if it would be any help trying to find some real nursing books and search through those for the answers I want. I just might do that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109936600699387649?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109936600699387649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109936600699387649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109936600699387649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109936600699387649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/11/search.html' title='The &quot;Search&quot; '/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109888463533939780</id><published>2004-10-27T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:43:55.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The whole college and work mixture is starting to really bother me. I love the fact of having a job and making my own money to do things with, thing is that's very hard for me is I don't have enough time to do all the fun college thing's everyone prepared me for! Everyone always said college is so awesome and it's so much fun your always out hanging with friends you can do what you want theirs noone there to tell you what to do and on and on. Problem is i have no time to do this! I'm scheduled every single weekend, every day! I want to be able to be like other college students and i'm not. I guess I got to look at it the way the elders look at it, your at college to learn and do what you got to do and that's it not horse around and play with friends. Basically I see college as you have to work your way through it, and the real worlds all about money. I don't see that fun side to it, I do some but very little. It just stresses me out as much as I know I got to live with it! I see it as i'm on my own now, I don't have mom and dad right beside me to give me everytihng I need, when I need something I have to go get it, when I want something I have to go get it, and the real world requires having a job, one thing I learned is... lifes not cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109888463533939780?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109888463533939780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109888463533939780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888463533939780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888463533939780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109888432566924765</id><published>2004-10-27T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:38:45.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;I really miss my dog! I can't wait to go home and see her. I think of her all the time, and as much as I want to talk to her everytime I call home my mom said I need to stop. The reason is I just confuse her and upset her more. The last time I went home for a few days and left, I guess she took me leaving very hard. After I talk to her she runs around the house like crazy looking for me because she thinks i'm there. She sits by the door every night hoping i'm going to come home and my mom has to go get her and explain to her that i'm not coming home again for a few more weeks. Ever since we got this dog I spoiled her and did everything with her, and with me being gone it's very hard. She odn't understand the whole concept, of me not being there all the time, and when I do go home on a visit for a few days and leave that really is something she don't understand! She don't want to get the point of why is she teasing me by coming to see me and not staying with me long? She is a great little puppy, and when i'm done school I plan on taking her and having her as my pet since she's mine but till then it will ocntinue to be very hard for her and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109888432566924765?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109888432566924765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109888432566924765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888432566924765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888432566924765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-dog.html' title='My Dog'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109888400750772029</id><published>2004-10-27T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:33:27.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow I hate the number 3! Well, I got a phone call just the other night and it didnt surprise me I was basically ready for that news to be coming to me. My dad's cousin got in a head-on-collision with this guy that came in her lane because he was reading the newspaper! Well yeah, the end news is they both died. The reason why this didn't surprise me too much is because I was honestly waiting for something to happen, as cruel as that sounds. The reason why is because life has this weird spell on the fact everything in my life happens like this: there will be 3 deaths of people I know all related to the same type of accident in a period of 3 months, then I wait 3 years and 3 more in 3 months hits me again! So basically i'm saying this i'm so very glad my 3 are over for another 3 years, but in 3 years I know something will be coming my way and you just never know whos going to leave you and whats going to happen! It's very hard living like this because the people that have been dying, it's people i'd never suspect. Thing is it's always the good people that go first and i'll never believe in a saying more than I believe in that one. It all started back in july on the 30th, my very close friend and friend I graduated with Bobby died in a crotch rocket accident. He was a good person matter of fact he had so many bad things going on in his life, and he was just starting to get his life back on track as in one month he was leaving for the marrines, but that chance got taken away from him as he's not here anymore. 2 months later on the monday before the 30th as I was getting ready for Bobbys 2 months, I got a phone call, and my friend and the guy my friend was dating Narda, died in a dirt bike accident! He was just getting his life on track and making a life for himself, he was talking about marriage with Ashley, and kids and everything and that got taken away from him! Now just recently right before the 3 month period would have ended, i got that dreaded phone call of someone died, this time being a family member, my dad's cousin. She was the good one out of her family, honestly the rest of them and drinking problems and really brought their parents down by the things they'd do to the family. She was different she didnt have the whole drinking problem thing, she was always the ncie one helping out her parents in every way she could and everything like that! It's very sad to know all these people in my life have left, and I definitely will and do miss them all, but I do believe in the thing of everyone has their time to go, and there basically in a better place..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109888400750772029?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109888400750772029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109888400750772029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888400750772029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888400750772029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109888305957486104</id><published>2004-10-27T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:17:39.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's that time of year, and all the holidays are coming. I can't wait! Personally it's not even all about getting to go home and be with family, and get those days off form college its more than that. I've always loved the holidays! My family has big gatherings at these holidays, where theres a big meal and of course we all eat to get stuffed! it's home cooked food with everyone you care about aorund laughing and having a good time. Of course you can't forget to add the alcohol to all this mixture, that is the best part of the gatherings, even I drink and my cousins that are my age and older drink with me and we all have a great time. The reason why my parents see no problem with this is because i'm not going behind their back to do it, i'm in front of them and they know I will be responsible about it.  I love the various holiday games we play at these gatherings. Wow just thinking of all the fun these holidays bring, and great food makes everything in my body tingle, I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109888305957486104?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109888305957486104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109888305957486104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888305957486104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888305957486104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109888267105214000</id><published>2004-10-27T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:11:11.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got so mad at work the other night! Wow. Ok this girl i was working with happened to go on to me about how I have such a negative attitude and i'm a negative person! It really did not make sense to me I mean I never heard such nonsense before, in the past from people and friends back home neither have I heard it being here at college yet, and even at work everyone else that works in that store loves me they say i'm this happy go lucky person whos always going into work with a big smile on my face and laughing and everything! I just totally flicked off this girl and i'm like you just don't make sense. I didn't even want to hear her nonsense. Basically she's had a record of things shes done in the past to other people, she just simply does not like people if its not her and she always finds little things to tell people about them! Like she did with me!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I don't get some people and the way they act towards others, I guess there's plenty of those people out there and we got to live with them, but damn do they ever aggravate me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109888267105214000?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109888267105214000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109888267105214000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888267105214000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888267105214000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/negative-attitude.html' title='Negative Attitude'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109888221875399680</id><published>2004-10-27T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T09:03:38.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow, what a movie! It was great! I never watched such a good movie. The movie I happened to love so much is called "Supersize Me." The movie was a true documented story, about this guy who decides to eat mcdonalds 3 times a day for a whole month to show the world what fast food does to your body. The guy does it, wow the tests that they took at the begining and the tests they took at the end, big difference! It was amazing, he gained 24 1/2 lbs in that month, his liver turned to all fat, his chlerostoral went up about 19 points. It was just out of this world seeing him go through this for the whole 30 days! They showed every single day also. They even showed how the fast food places back then had a small that is now the kiddie cup and they have a even bigger small, and they have supersize which has 42 cups of sugar in it! At the end they showed everything about the guy, and it took him 8 months just to lose all the weight back, and right after this movie came out mcdonalds introduced a new "go active meal" which they said had nothing to do with the guy making this movie, I say ya right! I'm never eating mcdonalds again!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109888221875399680?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109888221875399680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109888221875399680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888221875399680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109888221875399680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109867865879755101</id><published>2004-10-25T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:46:29.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;These are the 4 blogs i've viewed and commented on in the past 2 weeks, plus 2 more for this week coming: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ptotheh00.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ptotheh00.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ballplaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ballplaya.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kspofford.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kspofford.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lindsayatemcc.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://biggolblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://biggolblogger.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:OpenWin(" _lang="EN&amp;lah=e1b63ea87b966c5813572db456fc7c16&amp;amp;lat=1098679245&amp;hm___action=http%253a%252f%252fwwwaboutme%252eblogspot%252ecom%252f');&amp;quot;"&gt;http://wwwaboutme.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109867865879755101?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109867865879755101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109867865879755101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109867865879755101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109867865879755101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/6-blogs.html' title='6 blogs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109847322660381530</id><published>2004-10-22T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:27:06.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My thoughts on this essay when I fist choose the topic and began it was "oh this shouldn't be too bad" towards the end I realized that hey this isn't going the way I thought it would! The major hard part for me was wanting to classify it but putting in examples. Then I soon realized that I had to put myself in it but putting experiences. After that I realized that this still wasn't enough to make the essay jump out. So all in all the essay wasn't what I expected to be. I thought by picking this topic it would be great because I'd have to describe three different kinds of country how hard can that be? Those thoughts wasn't what the essay was supposed to be so it just left me in the hole! Next time I will definitely choose a topic that I can totally relate myself too and that has my name written all over it not everyone else including mine written on it!! Writing this essay did have some fun points to it for me though, just because I got to write about memories and think about all those good times that just made me remember how it used to be! I miss those good times! I have never wrote an essay like this in high school or anything so it was a start for me, and even if it wasn't all that great it just helped me learn so next time I write one I will know what to change and what to do better, that is what life's all about learning as you go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109847322660381530?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109847322660381530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109847322660381530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109847322660381530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109847322660381530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109823322567765607</id><published>2004-10-19T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T09:56:33.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classification essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Being from the county I definitely am the country type of girl! From going to the bars in Edmonston, Canada since I live right near the border to driving 1 hour to the closest mall country music was always involved! My friends and I blasted our famous favorite country songs from classic singers to today singers! Country was just a big hit not to only my friends and I but if you go to "town" which is what everyone does to hang out, you will hear the loud pickups go by and they have country music blasted! When being at the bars and having one of your favorite songs come on you bet my friends and I are right up there dancing and having a blast! The area I come from and the fact it was a big influence in my life because of the fact its been in my life since I was a little kid. My mother really enjoys country music and generations behind her does also. Plays the biggest part on why I really enjoy country music! See the other part to why I enjoy it is because of myself! I mean I really enjoy the music because I do, not because everyone else around me does! When I'm in a sad mood, I can listen to it, when I'm in a peppy lets go out mood I can listen to it! Even if I'm in between, it always makes my day to hear a good ol' country song. The lyrics are great also they actually talk about real events in life, they have meaning to them unlike most music singers who go on about things that a person cant even relate to their life! The 3 main types of country music that people listen to are Today Country, Outlaw Country, and Classic Country. The things that make these types different are because of the time period they came about and when they became popular. They have different styles of singing, and it is very much heard in the music! Although they came about at different points in life they are still listened to very much so today! Why wouldn't any real country fan not listen to all the different types?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today country is my favorite. It is the kind I listen to most. The main reason for this is because no other than that's whats being played today all over every country stations and t.v. stations there is out there! I was brought up in the time of today country and this Is the country that's grown on me and made me like it so much! I went to plenty of the country music singers of today's concerts, let me tell you they say only rock concerts can make you jump up and down and scream all into it!! That is very false from experience, I have went to many concerts such as Tim McGraw, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith, Joe Nichols, Rascal Flatts, and Chris Cagle. At these concerts I have seen many fights break out, and the people are just crazy screaming, singing, dancing! You bet I'm right along there with them! I love getting into the music at the concerts! Singing at the top of my lungs and getting up dancing it somehow makes me enjoy the music on a whole new level! Today's country makes it easy to do this, the music is just great and easy to get into! When people say rock is the only music people can "rock to" well that's definitely a false statement because the country music fans of today's music along with I, definitely know how to "rock to" to country music and have a great time while doing so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlaw Country is alright. I don't mind it but I find it's more for the rowdy men out there that are rugged and like riding around in their pick up trucks splashing mud and having a good ol' time! Don't get me wrong, being from the county, I do like going out on 4 wheeler and just getting covered full of mud head to toe it's a great enjoyment. The experience I've had the most with this type of music was when I'd go to "town" you'd have all the men composed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;of men competing to see who can impress you the most in their big pick ups and their out of this world singing that they thought was so great! Of course I know there men and it just made them feel tough and rowdy, like they wanted to feel! I just went along with it because I knew that was their enjoyment! Some got lucky though, they'd impress me! Although it was not a high percentage! On another note, this music was great to go out in the woods on a beautiful sunny day and go mud bogging with the 4 wheelers! Oh, how I'd love going out in the pits looking like myself, and coming out looking like a puddle of mud. Yes, that's how it went, you bet I was covered every inch of my body! We'd love every second of it, and my friends and I of course every summer would go out any chance we got. I have a CD player on my 4 wheeler, and since I always found this was the perfect music to blast while doing this event, you bet I had this kind of music blasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Country is on the top 3 list because today a lot of this music is coming back to place. A lot more people are bringing the trend back and listening to it! Although the music was popular a long time back it definitely is coming back today. Most all today artist are influenced by classic country singers and on the t.v. stations and music stations you see a lot of shows and programs for classic country music! I like some of it but its not as good as music today. My parents rarely listened to this music, although I found some tapes my mom had put away of a few of these singers. My guess is she got them from my grandparents! This music just always made my ears ring, it annoyed me and I can't stand it! I just clench my fists together and say "Shut it off!!" My grandmother liked this music because it was more near her time. These days she's still alive and living healthy, she always says when she hears country music on the radio or t.v. "What is going on with music today, it is so different from my time!" I definitely agree the music is different to me it has a better tune, to her well it's worse! Either way this is a type of country music, and it's what started the singers of today out so it's music to respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country music has gone back a long ways to be what it is today. It is my favorite type of music. I can never get enough of it its something I have been brought up on and have in my every day life. Being out of the county to go to college is kind of hard for me, Im no longer around those friends who would blast the tunes with me and have a good ol time singing the country tunes along with me. Although I have found a few people around here that cherish country music and include it in their everyday life as much as I do, which I find is great. Only thing is people listening to country music, is not as common as it was in the county where just about everyone I knew thats all theyd listen to! Its an adjustment but hey, the fan I am of these good tunes it will never fade away regardless of how far I am away from that county where it all began!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109823322567765607?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109823322567765607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109823322567765607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109823322567765607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109823322567765607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/classification-essay.html' title='Classification essay'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109772609654115970</id><published>2004-10-15T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:19:19.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro 1 to classification essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;There are many types of country music. The 3 main types of country that people today listen to are; classic country, outlaw country, and new country. These different catagories consist of different artists that have different styles of singing. The reason for the different style is because of the time frame the music came about and popular in. Although they are all listened to still today you can tell the difference in the music. There are many differences in each that catorgorize them as different types.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;Country music has always been a great influence in my life. The reason why is because country is the type of music you can listen to when your in any mood and it comforts you. It has been enjoyed by past generations in my family going way back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109772609654115970?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109772609654115970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109772609654115970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109772609654115970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109772609654115970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/intro-1-to-classification-essay.html' title='Intro 1 to classification essay'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109784738160211673</id><published>2004-10-15T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T09:36:21.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro 2 to Classification Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Being from the county I definitely am the country type of girl! From going to the bars in Edmonston, Canada since I live right near the border to driving 1 hour to the closest mall country music was always involved! My friends and I blasted our famous favorite country songs from classic singers to today singers! Country was just a big hit not to only my friends and I but if you go to "town" which is what everyone does to hang out, you will hear the loud pickups go by and they have country music blasted! When being at the bars and having one of your favorite songs come on you bet my friends and I are right up there dancing and having a blast! The area I come from and the fact it was a big influence in my life because of the fact its been in my life since I was a little kid. My mother really enjoys country music and generations behind her does also. Plays the biggest part on why I really enjoy country music! See the other part to why I enjoy it is because of myself! I mean i really enjoy the music because I do, not because everyone else around me does! When i'm in a sad mood, I can listen to it, when i'm in a peppy lets go out mood I can listen to it! Even if i'm in between, it always makes my day to hear a good ol' country song. The lyrics are great also they actually talk about real events in life, they have meaning to them unlike most music singers who go on about things that a person cant even relate to their life! The 3 main types of country music that people listen to are Today Country, Outlaw Country, and Classic Country. The things that make these types different are because of the time period they came about and when they became popular. They have different styles of singing, and it is very much heard in the music! Although they came about at different points in life they are still listened to very much so today! Why wouldn't any real country fan not listen to all the different types? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109784738160211673?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109784738160211673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109784738160211673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109784738160211673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109784738160211673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/intro-2-to-classification-essay.html' title='Intro 2 to Classification Essay'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109724409864765509</id><published>2004-10-08T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:01:38.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;These essays were very good. They were interesting and drawed my attention greatly. They had really good detail and lines in them that would make you want to read on. They werent boring they actually had suspense in them where you could feel you were there you were in this story. This is what you call really good essays. They had those paragraphs to them, they had the information in them. They werent plain and they had great quality to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109724409864765509?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109724409864765509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109724409864765509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109724409864765509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109724409864765509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/essay-reaction.html' title='Essay Reaction'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109724311757396793</id><published>2004-10-08T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T09:45:17.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So far in writing I have found that it is not hard but it's also not really easy. Its sometimes difficult to come up with things. For the most part it hasnt been too bad. I've been able to come up with my information and write it down fairly easy. I like this type of writing just because i'm talking abut something that interests me rather then a topic I don't even care about and i'm just doing for a grade. This is the big reason I feel like I will like doing this I-Search. It is not like other research papers and it draws my attention definetly alot more! I'm enjoying putting information together and I can'tc wait to keep writing more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109724311757396793?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109724311757396793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109724311757396793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109724311757396793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109724311757396793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/writing.html' title='Writing '/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109707026392283234</id><published>2004-10-06T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:44:23.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't mind research. Although research to me is not something I really enjoyed doing. I find that with this I-search it will be good it wont be one of those research things I had to do in high school and hated. I'd have to go find information and write long papers, of course after just about the 4th page I got bored and didn't really care what I was writing anymore. All I did was do it for the grade and find information to put on there just to say it was there! Not like I remembered all the information in that paper. I found it very useless.  I alwyas wondered why do we have to do this dumb stuff! It's a waiste of my time. Research is never very acurate it always is that i'd go find all my information on the internet and my one worry wolud be what if the information is not correct! More than half of the internet sites out there state opinions not the true facts, and if you go to a unch of sites its easy to see that different sites have different answers to things its never the same! By doing this I-search I find I will be able to find my accurate information. I'm actually looking foward to doing this type of research compared to the stuff I did in high school where i'd linger on about topics I didn't even care about and make papers of information I don't even remember today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109707026392283234?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109707026392283234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109707026392283234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109707026392283234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109707026392283234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/10/research.html' title='Research'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109656418332564579</id><published>2004-09-30T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:09:43.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs Viewed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dontb2serious.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://dontb2serious.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hayleyjb.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://hayleyjb.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whiterunner85.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://whiterunner85.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ballaplaya.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://ballaplaya.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109656418332564579?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109656418332564579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109656418332564579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109656418332564579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109656418332564579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/blogs-viewed.html' title='Blogs Viewed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109643087510985137</id><published>2004-09-28T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:07:55.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Paragraph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;One word, "energetic" yes, the famous word describing the two of us! Us, as in the dog and I! she loves to play, hop around, and have fun! That fits me well, when she wants to play i'm right there ready to play with her I like that quality in her! She entertains me if it's her running after her toy I throw and her just tumbling down the stairs because she was concentrating on chasing her toy so hard or jumping off he porch after her ball and making a nose dive right for the ground! Theres always something she's doing. She knows she is a fun loving dog also because whenever we make comments about her, her ears go up and she comes running at you and licks you giving kisses. Since she is a puppy of course she likes to play, thing is shes so spoiled she has too many toys! There's not a time we don't go to the store shopping and can't buy her anything, she expects it when we get home. She has many mixed toys all kinds, and you better believe she hogs ALL of them to herself! If she is playing with a toy and she sees you touch any of her toys even if she dotn even care about it shes not playing with it, she knows its hers and she dont allow that. She makes messes also and don't like being neat. She takes her toys and drags them all over the house and leaves them lying around in everyones way just like a little kid, and as much as you take them all and put them all back in her little basket within 5 minutes there all out and all over the place! She does it on purpose also you can see it in the way she looks at you like HAHA, look at the mess I made, and you have to pick up! what a character she is. She plays all the time dont matter if it's 2 in the morning you hear her up and playing with her toys. She is a very playful dog which makes her a very fun dog to be around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109643087510985137?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109643087510985137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109643087510985137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109643087510985137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109643087510985137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/3rd-paragraph.html' title='3rd Paragraph'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109642794309055868</id><published>2004-09-28T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:19:03.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Paragraph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feeling safe is a big quality I get from my dog. She is a very protective dog even though she is small! I can always feel safe with her and I like that about her. Even though people say its not good for them to be like that I find it a good trait. She has never bit a little kid or anyone for that matter and I cant picture her ever getting that vicious. I can be downstairs doing laundry and she will bark and bark if someone comes to the door so I come upstairs to find someone there! She lets me know whenever something going on. When I sleep and someone comes in even if it's to wake me up she growls at them to let them know to get away. Not in a so mean type of growl that she will snap at them but in a way of saying she's sleeping she cant tell what your doing so get away. She cares about me so much that she protects me just right and makes me feel safe! I'm not worried when she's around because she got my back as much as I got hers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109642794309055868?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109642794309055868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109642794309055868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109642794309055868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109642794309055868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/2nd-paragraph.html' title='2nd Paragraph'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109642678373105054</id><published>2004-09-28T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:59:43.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Paragraph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;When I speak of companionship I see my puppy in my eyes! Everything about her makes her a companion in my eyes. She's that one person that's even better than a significant other! There's times when i'm down and sad and she's right there sensing it all she knows and she comes over and licks my face and cuddles up to me, hoping to make me happy. She knows that I can use her help and so she stays right there till I smile or laugh. She is the perfect friend! She is unlike a signicant other and upsets you at times! Even when i'm alone at times and wish a firned was over she's right there and gives me something to not be bored about. She feels what i'm feeling and gives me a friend when i'm in need. I'm a very outgoing outdoors type of person and you bet she is also! I love irding 4 wheeler and so does she. When I go out on the 4 wheeler and she hears it starting up she comes running and jumps up on and sits in the back in the seat we had put in the back of the 4 wheeler. When I go for my walks I take her with me. As much as she hates baths she takes them for me. She wont fuss or splash she sits there and behaves. When anyone else tries to wash her she goes crazy and misbehaves! She is a friend anyone would love to have around, she especially makes me feel like i've got a best friend in good times and bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109642678373105054?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109642678373105054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109642678373105054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109642678373105054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109642678373105054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/1st-paragraph.html' title='1st Paragraph'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109600198573586654</id><published>2004-09-27T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:11:17.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;"Your so cute, I could just eat you!" What a wise saying that is! It's a saying that I would definitely use to describe such an adorable puppy! My puppy! My so called adorable puppy is a female pom-spaniel. She is a rare breed a mix of a cocker spaniel and a Pomeranian. Her blackish brown color with white under her neck, on her paws and just at the tip of her tail make her very unique. She a beautiful dog who can jump very high! Matter of fact when she jumps she can jump as high as my chest and I'm a 5'5 person! The vet told us she can be a show dog if we wanted to do that with her. There is only one other dog like her known to be in the United States and that dog is in California. We call her "rabbit" because she's always hoping and jumping around especially when people come over they laugh when they see her because there she jumps after the door and she jumps basically as high as half the door! She is very spoiled, although she is healthy she gets table food every meal we eat. She expects it also. At night she is always cold so she sleeps under the blankets all curled up. She is very small in size 12 pounds and that's the biggest she'll get, being small like this makes it easy for her to hop around after her toys and jump like she does! You cant not give into the precious little one when she looks up at you with her big black eyes in a sad manner just wanting to say give me my way. There are many reasons why I adore my puppy. For one she is a campaignon, for two she is protective, and three she's playful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109600198573586654?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109600198573586654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109600198573586654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109600198573586654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109600198573586654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109603332744089829</id><published>2004-09-24T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T09:42:07.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Search Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Wow, they all amazed me! That is really some good stuff. Like they are very long and so interesting, there is so much information to each. I really like those papers, and those are some keepers! The top one of all. I hope I can try to write like that. As I read them I finally realized what you've been telling me all along! When you told me that I had to pick a topic that I didn't have to go out and search for all the information but know most of it myself and have been through it so I can put myself in the I-search! That it wolud be hard to do if I didn't pick something that I had in me already was going to be hard. I believe it now that i've seen just what these people write about! I believe if they woludn't have wrote about things that they had in them it wolud have been very hard for them. I also believe that I need to write about something thats in me and if I don't it will be hard for myself too! Otherwise this I think these I-searchers we're great i'm glad I got to read them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109603332744089829?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109603332744089829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109603332744089829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109603332744089829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109603332744089829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-search-reaction.html' title='I-Search Reaction'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109603258333053066</id><published>2004-09-24T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:13:11.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion</title><content type='html'>As you may see the saying "Your so cute I just want to eat you" is very famous and true! it is deep meaning to it and although it don't mean what it says the background means what it means! All the many things put together make my dog a very special one. Matter of fact she's the most special dog i've ever met! All the qualities I have just described are just a few of what makes my dog one of a kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109603258333053066?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109603258333053066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109603258333053066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109603258333053066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109603258333053066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/conclusion.html' title='Conclusion'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109603235848719733</id><published>2004-09-24T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T09:25:58.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Paragraph 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cute, Playful, and cuddly is what everyone thinks of when you say a dog is cute! I see my dog differently. My dog is so cute. There's more to her that ties in with being cute, playful, and cuddly! Being unique, adventurous, and supportive is what makes her such cute dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109603235848719733?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109603235848719733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109603235848719733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109603235848719733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109603235848719733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-paragraph-2.html' title='First Paragraph 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109599820934649127</id><published>2004-09-23T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:56:49.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite color!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink! What can I say about this wonderful color? It brings joy to my life! I love the color pink for many reasons! It is my favorite color. I love the way it makes me smile whenever I see it. I love the way it brings color to everything and anything I have interest in. When I shop I will buy sometihng only because it's pink. When I drink something I will drink it only because it's pink! I'm totally in lvoe with the color pink. I think it's a very meaningful color that represents many things such as friendship, princess, watermellon!i have just about everything pink. I have more pink clothes then anthing else. I have many variations of pink jewlery, hair accessories, belts, make up, socks and even shoes! My car has pink seat covers, pink floor mats, pink mirror cover and even a steering wheel grip thing thats pink! All my blankets on my bed are pink, and back home my walls we're painted pink! Here at school I have many pink decorations all over my side of the room! I love the color pink, and I know this fad in my life will never go away!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109599820934649127?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109599820934649127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109599820934649127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109599820934649127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109599820934649127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-favorite-color.html' title='My favorite color!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109599501691722157</id><published>2004-09-23T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T23:03:36.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my all time favorite song wolud have to be Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy by Big &amp; Rich! What an awesome song. What I adore most about this song ism any different things. I love the beat, nothing beats the high pitched beat that makes you want to get up and go crazy! Yes I mean crazy! dance, sing, scream! The video is awesome too everytime it plays on t.v. I put it at the highest volume and sing loudly! The song meaning is a very outgoing fun meaning. Yes it's true you should save a horse and ride a cowboy! :) They are so good looking why not! Its just an all time great country song, no matter what other country singers have to sing about nothing is as awesome as what Big &amp;amp; Rich have to sing about in there top song Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy! i don't think there has ever been a better country song then this one. Other country songs sing about boring things but Big &amp; Rich keeps me well entertained! Big &amp;amp; Rich rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109599501691722157?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109599501691722157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109599501691722157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109599501691722157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109599501691722157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-favorite-song.html' title='My Favorite Song'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109599442898398467</id><published>2004-09-23T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:53:48.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;The time of the month is coming around again and I can just feel it coming. it's going to make 2 months my firend Bobby died on September 30.  He was only 18 years old when he died. It was a veyr hard sad death, he died unexpectedly in a motorcycle accident why highly intoxicted, on someone elses bike, that now puts blame and bitches, when he was sober and is the one that handed Bobby the keys! Make sense? No not at all. I guess you got to look out for who your true firneds are, he thought he had friends with him there at that party that night but he must have been highly wrong because noone bothered stopping him! i was adly not at this party, I had other plans that night. I wish someone I would have been and been able to just see him one last time before god took him, but instead I came upon the accident 20 minutes after it happened to only find a dead body lying in the middle of the road no head attached and a missing foot.... I soon found out after it was my friend Bobby that was lying there. What used to be bobbys body didn't look like Bobby's body anymore. I was in high disbelief the only words coming out of my mouth was it's not Bobby Bobby, the one I just graduated with, the one I walked off the stage with and said we made it! Yes we made it a month prior to it, but now i'm making it further and he's not. Instead he's somehow in a better place. It hurts bad and I don't want to believe he's gone but there's a reason for everything and knowing his ftaher died of a heartattack when he was just 7, I know his angel being his father came to get him! He always dreamed of having that relationship he barely got to have with his father he adored so much. Every month when the time comes it's not easy for me, but all that matters is he's in a better place, and I got to remember the good about him and all the joy he brought into my life, he's up there looking down on me, he's my angel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109599442898398467?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109599442898398467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109599442898398467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109599442898398467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109599442898398467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109589645695595849</id><published>2004-09-22T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:40:56.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Cute, small, and perfect style describes none other than my car! I love my car! I just bought it in the middle of July, right before I came to Bangor for college. It all happened a sunny day when my cousin and I went out for a drive in search of a new car for myself. I knew I needed to find one but I was just curious since my family and I we're coming down to Bangor that weekend and our plans we're to look, since there's more of a choice down here in Bangor. I needed a car because my other one was an old ford taurus, and it wouldn't have got me all the way to Bangor! It was a car I just drove around home. As my cousin and I we're looking we saw a nice Kia Sephia, red in color. I liked it because it wasn't to small but also wasn't too big. When we told the guy we we're interested in that car he explained to us that it was put on hold for someone. I asked him if he had any other cars that size coming in any time soon? He gave me details on what was my car, it seemed nice but I wouldn't be able to see it, and he told me that the cars go quick. Matter of fact he said he's sold 10 of those same kind of cars in the last month. I gave him my number and told me him to call me, since basically I had to go home and talk to my dad and I knew the price he offered me (2,800) was very cheap for a nice car! I knew even if we came to Bangor we wouldn't have been able to find anything that cheap being nice.  We went to Bangor that weekend and didn't find anything really nice and cheap at the same time so my dad said well we'll see about this car when we go home. On our way home it was a sunday and I decided to stop at the garage and check if the car was in the parking lot yet, my heart was beating rapidly as I didn't know what to expect. What if it was ugly? what if I didn't like it? Thoughts we're running through my mind. When we pulled up and looked, I spotted what I bet it would be. Sure thing when I called the guy it definitely was! I was so excited he said I could go get it in 2 days! I did and from then till now I have been in love with it and still am! It's a 99 Kia Sephia, silver in color, 4 door cd player and most importantly comfortable seats! I love the way it rides, its perfect size for a college girl like me. When I ride down the road as much bumps as I go over I hardly feel anything it rides very smooth. It's not sporty but also not plain. It's PERFECT! I love my car and even though it's second hand it will last me for the time being and I will continue to love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109589645695595849?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109589645695595849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109589645695595849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109589645695595849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109589645695595849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-car.html' title='My Car'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109563823003362344</id><published>2004-09-19T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:57:10.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I really enjoy chinese food! It is my all tiem favorite food. I haven't ate any since i've been up here in Bangor. I will eat some soon though. I just need to save soem extra money before I go spend my money on resturaunt food. Even though it's better then the food I eat here. I really enjoy it because it has a great taste to it. My favorite is thye broccolli and beef, crab ragoons, egg rolls, and rice! Mmm just talking about it is making me want to eat some! When I was back home I used to go with my friend and eat it once a week it was great! It is fatning though if you eat alot of the fried chinse food thats why I try to stay away and eat more of the broccoli, rice, and noodles. Not all chinese food is good, most all resuraunts all taste different. It is hard to find a good chinese resturaunt one that you really enjoy. Some are really gross, some are ok, and some are really good! really good ones are rare though. The reason its so rare is because chinse food is good when it's just right, not to much greese, no msg, not to salty, not to sweet, not to plain theres a bunch of factors that make chinese food good! Even though all places are different, I still really enjoy chinese food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109563823003362344?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109563823003362344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109563823003362344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109563823003362344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109563823003362344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/chinese-food.html' title='Chinese Food'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109563656110359822</id><published>2004-09-19T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:29:21.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wow you can feel it in the air! It's time when you know the season it changing into fall! When you go outside and feel the breeze of cold air you just know. It is starting to be really cold out at night and I don't like it! i don't like the cold air much. I tell that to people and they laugh at me like what are you doing in Maine if you don't like the cold? Well I don't want to be where there is a crime, I want 4 seasons divided nice, and I don't want somewhere too cold or too hot so that makes me want to be in Maine! Well for now I have to deal with the cold weather and for the next few months, but when it comes spring I will defintely be happy again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109563656110359822?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109563656110359822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109563656110359822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109563656110359822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109563656110359822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109563484832364312</id><published>2004-09-19T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:00:48.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well this weekend I started my new job at Burlington Coat Factory. I work in the men's department as an associate. Soem of my duties include measuring men for suits and shirts, and organizing clothes on racks and shelves. So far I really enjoy the job, as much as other workers warn me about how much i'll soon hate it. They give me about 3 months they said! Lets see just how long I do last. I'm a hard worker and so I believe I will be able to battle this job out and last. It's not the best but moneys, money. When your a poor college student any little bit means everything to you. This job has been hard on me though because i have realized i've been sleeping better in the past few nights then I have slept in a long time! When I get out of there my feet are so sore from styanding on them for 8-9 hour shifts! Of course i'm also very tired along with that. Stupid me I always loo kfor style, well with this job I got to put style aside and look at comfort! Wearing 3 inch hells on the majorly hard floor for 8-9 hours defintely kills my feet! Besides this I can say my new job is gonig good. Another factor but it was expected is the fact of getting out of there and not having much time to myself, especially on the weekends when i want to be with friends! I guess thats what having a job is all about, and right now in life money is more important and needed to me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109563484832364312?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109563484832364312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109563484832364312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109563484832364312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109563484832364312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109542690965574205</id><published>2004-09-17T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T09:15:09.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Essay Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think the essays we're very good. They we're interesting and got my attention. They we're like a good full sandwich. They had the bread, lettuce, meat, cheese, and another slice of bread. After the first line i was hooked right into the stories. I read them and thought wow these are some good writings. Hopefully I can try to write a good peice like that at somepoint! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109542690965574205?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109542690965574205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109542690965574205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109542690965574205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109542690965574205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/cause-essay-reaction.html' title='Cause Essay Reaction'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109508237071345114</id><published>2004-09-16T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:17:30.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Falling down sets of stairs, dropping food on herself, and telling out of this world jokes is just some of the many things that makes my mother unique! She is just a one of a kind woman. She is the most clumsiest, funniest people I know! She gets on my nerves sometimes, because I can say she entertains my own friends when I bring them over to the house better than I can! She is a very fun, interesting person to be around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;On more of a sappier note, I can say my mother has a big heart! She is a very caring, loving person! She believes in and has always told people this that her kids come first. I have defintely seen this growing up. even if she had a dollar left in her purse and my brother or I asked her for it she'd give it without thinking twice! She would put us above anything. She has a big heart and thats just about her best quality. She would not only give to my brother and I but anyone out there in general that she see's needing help. She is always one to help out and be more than willing. She makes a great mom, and person all around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;There is many things I could say about my mother. There is many things that makes her unique. From being a clumsy person and a funny person to a kind loving person! When you put all these great qualities together, and sum it up you got an all around without a doubt best person I know! What I love best is that she is not only a mother to me but a best friend all in one! I don't think i'd be able to pick out even one thing I would change about her. I love her, look up to her, and adore her in every way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109508237071345114?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109508237071345114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109508237071345114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109508237071345114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109508237071345114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/person.html' title='A Person'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109503225937326084</id><published>2004-09-12T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T19:38:21.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, what a fun unexpected weekend I had! I went home this weekend!! I was so happy to go home and visit some friends and see my family! Even though I just saw my parents last weekend when we went to Portland I was glad to see them again! One thing that I was very happy about and was the biggest part of me wanting to go home was being able to see my puppy! Wow I have missed her! She was so happy to see me she didn't leave my side at all. When it was time for me to leave today as my family brought me over to my grandmothers housewhere my aunt was waiting for me to bring me back to Bangor we brought my puppy! I hugged her and kissed her and said bye, as my mom was holding her and I went to get in the car my puppy was crying and barking she was so sad, poor thing! I can't wait to go home and see her again, but as I just got a new job it will definitely be hard just to take off any weekend i'd like! I got to do one of my most fun filled hobbies while I was at home an that was 4 wheeling! Wow the trails we're all muddy since it's been raining up there! I loved it, I love the mud! I love 4 wheeeling best when you can ride fast through the trails, and get all splashed with mud! That was a great highlight of my weekend! Otherwise that I did the normal, sit around with family and talk about how school is! On nights I went out with a few of my friends from that area and we had a blast! I'm very glad my aunt who lives in Bangor planned an unexpected trip back north and asked me to go with her! There's nothing like "home."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109503225937326084?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109503225937326084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109503225937326084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109503225937326084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109503225937326084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109503173991853945</id><published>2004-09-12T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T09:23:08.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing Graf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My student ID is a handy little card. On the front it is yellow, white, red, blue, and black in color! It is a wallet size card. It fits almost anyhwere I decide to put it. On the left hand top side it has written Eastern Maine Community College Bangor, Maine in a blue oval background shape. It has a red stripe at the top. On the left hand top side it says Student 2004-2005 in a yellow strip background. On the left hand side of the card going down it has a code bar, so that the card can be scanned for various things I want on campus. Next to the code bar on the left of the card is a picture of me! Around my picture is a little blue square border. On the right hand side it says Heather K Collins, Liberal Studies on a round stamp background that is light blue in color and says, Eastern Maine Community College, 1966. The rest of the card is white! On the back of the card it is white with a strip that is a code bar and says EMCC LIBRARY 2 6440 00004820 5. There's not a day I don't use this card, what a great possession to value!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109503173991853945?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109503173991853945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109503173991853945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109503173991853945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109503173991853945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/thing-graf.html' title='The Thing Graf'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109477564106021629</id><published>2004-09-09T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:20:41.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Well i'm really enjoying school here, it is as great as I said it was in the begining on another post! The only change i'm finding and it's not to bad but it puts a little more stress on me is the change in homework! At the begining the teachers really didn't give homework and so I was like wow this is great *laughs* well now i'm seeing it's not as great as I thought it was! The first week was just an easy week they we're giving us not to much homework and being laid back! Now there piling it on like crazy! I don't mind it's not to bad and i'm a hard worker but wow do I see the change. Another thing i'm realizing is the hard part of adjusting to some teachers here. There are the teachers and msot are that I can adapt to easy and get used to their ways easy. Then there's the type of teachers that you just don't know what their going to throw at you next! For example I pulled an all nighter and stayed up to study for 2 big tests I had back to back, same day, same teacher! I was very nervous because it was gonig to be my first tests of this year in college. I really studied hard took alot of notes, woke up half asleep but I was very prepared! So I go to class, and he says "class since I know much of you didn't even bother picking up the text book and studying here's the take home test!" All that time I spent the night before was wasted all because he felt bad for the ones who didn't study! It would have been nice to know before, but he just surprised us at what kind of test it was going to be! I find that the people who didn't study should get the grade they deserve, and for the people who did study well they get the grade they earned! I guess that's something i'll have to get used to with all teachers, since I don't know their ways yet. It will take time but I know in time it should be ok! There is little problems here and there that i'm running into but i'm sure all the little problems about college that's expected to run into will resolve with time, and I should have a great year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109477564106021629?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109477564106021629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109477564106021629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477564106021629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477564106021629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109477479227035625</id><published>2004-09-09T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:06:32.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I really enjoy watching basketball on t.v.! My favorite team is the LA Lakers. Althought they traded off most of their good players, they have Kobe Bryant. Kobe rules the whole team. If they wouldnt have him they wouldnt be any good. The reason I enjoy watching this so much is because the feeling it gives me inside! it excites me and i get so into it that I sit there and every once in awhile get up and scream and I get really into the game. it is a very entertainnig sport to watch in my opinion. No other sport excites me like basketball does! I can say I don't really like watching sports on t.v. but I definitely like basketball! I used to play basketball in middle school, but with my low self esteen that I have sicne built up I stopped playing. I was really good in people's opinions, I was the one that made all the 3 pointers for the team! When it came time to enter high school I stopped playing because I said the crowds that go watch the games are too big and I didn't want to play in front of big crowds. In middle school the crowds we're pretty small so thats why I played. I really enjoyed playing and I miss it but that time is gone! I still enjoy playing it outside with friends and family and I enjoy watching it greatly so thats good enough for me!! In my opinion basketball is the best sport and always will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109477479227035625?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109477479227035625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109477479227035625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477479227035625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477479227035625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109477062656907491</id><published>2004-09-09T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:57:06.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The big sotrm in florida is really worrying me right now! Wow they've had too many storms in such a short period of time! The reason why this worries me so much is because I have family out there and all the other storms have hit them in one way or another so far! This storm comnig has got to be the strongest though, it's a catagory 5! The last storm didn't hit my uncles house but a big tree in there fornt yard fell down and landed on his new car! Right now he wont evacuate! He said don't worry we're fine. He said they got all the supplies they need and there hiding safe in their bath tub. I really don['t understand how people in Florida can not want to evacuate and feel fine about this storm, when here people are way up in Maine and places like that worrying! It seems we are not there and we are worrying more than they are! I havent heard from my uncle in 4 days but it's understandable! I hope in the end everything turns out fine, and that whole state can go back to being what they used to be! Man will it take alot of work!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109477062656907491?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109477062656907491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109477062656907491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477062656907491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477062656907491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/storm.html' title='The Storm'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109477026512465017</id><published>2004-09-09T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:51:05.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend In Portland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This weekend I had a very good weekend! My parents picked me up on their way to Portland! As much as I told myself I didn't really miss my family and everything, seeing them felt great! We went down to Portland for my cousins big birthday party! Friday when we got there we we're all so tired so we went to bed early. Saturday when we woke up wow, what a blast we had! Loud music, that you could hear from near the speakers all the way in the huge backyard! Everyone was just there chit chatting having a good time! Drinking a few cold refreshing drinks out of the cooler! There was beer, wine coolers, soda, juice! Any drink you name it, it was there! My little cousins we're running around playing games chasing each other. There was a big pig roast for dinner! Everyone there loved it but, me personally I found that really gross! I did not eat any but others we're piling up there plates with the fresh meat for 2nds, 3rds, and even 4ths! The pig had been roasting all day! Besides that there was a turkey, wow yum I loved it it melted in my mouth! And there was salads all kinds! Potatoe, macaroni, green, spinich, rice! All kinds. After dinner we all gathered together and started a great game of volleyball! Guys against the girls! Guys won all 4 games we played but hey fairness was a big factor! I mean about 25 big macho men (since my cousins in the navy and all his friends we're there) verses only about 11 girls! I admit we played good, but those men just pulled away as winners! They played very hard though, and deserved it I guess! They we're diving and spiking and all over that field! All the younger ones sat on the sides and cheered as grown ups on! After thatthe woman played a fun game of lawn darts as the men played horse shoe!  Wow we had some fun with that, of course I got stuck with a no good partner who didn't make any points because she missed the ring by about 2 miles! Don't ask me where she was throwing and aiming! So my points weren't good enough to hold us up, so unfortunatly I lost every game. That was a great way to excercise after we ate! At night time we all sat by the fire while the kids we're in bed! my uncle took out his guitar and played us some oldies and sang. Hew is really good and it made the night by the fire great. We all went to bed about 2 am and crashed out! Sunday, that same morning after that fun filled day/night we packed up and my parents brought me back here to college! Let me tell you I was so exhausted I went to lay down for a nap and I slept the whole day and night so i didn't even see much of sunday! What a great fun filled weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109477026512465017?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109477026512465017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109477026512465017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477026512465017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109477026512465017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-weekend-in-portland.html' title='My Weekend In Portland!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109464997100602924</id><published>2004-09-09T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:59:05.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I have straight brown hair, medium length with blond high lights! I have green eyes, that go very light in the summer almost a shade of greenish blue. I love the computer, I can sit at a computer for hours at a time. I go shopping so often that i'm always broke! I love riding 4 wheeler. Little fast racing ones! I enjoy animals mainly puppies. I enjoy working with children. I especially like taking care of babies the most! Yes, even though they cry and are a bundle to take care of. I have straight brown hair, medium length with blond highlights! I love collecting shoes. I have 39 pairs of shoes to be exact! I have a great sense of humour, im always out to tell jokes and make people laugh! I've been known to most people as a bubbly person who's always smiling and ready to have a good time! I'm a hard worker! I never quit even if things get bad I pick myself up and keep trying till I feel i'm doing my best! I enjoy listening to country music. Although i'm not to fussy on music, I will listen to almost anything. I enjoy drinking mountain dew, and love Capachino blasts from Baskin Robins! I hate algebra but I like psychology! I enjoy being in the outdoors and taking nature walks. I'm an all around girl who has a positive attitude and lives life to it's fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109464997100602924?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109464997100602924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109464997100602924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109464997100602924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109464997100602924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/unique.html' title='Unique'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109448260736860817</id><published>2004-09-06T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:21:40.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really enjoy the summer! Not only do we not have any school, but it's also a really great time to get out and have some fun with your friends and family! There's so many things to do. Winter and any other season the choices are limited, but summer wow the things you have to do! It's a time to be outside and sipping the delicous not to sour but not to sweet lemonade! I enjoy many outdoor activities during this season such as 4 wheeling! I love getting out in the muddy trails, and coming back full of mud! Swimming, swimming is something to keep you cool but also is a good excercise! It's also a fun thing to do to pass the time and play many games in the water with your friends. Walking, walking is another good excercise that I enjoy getting out and doing. I enjoy it most early in the morning right when the sun is coming and the sun is not completly out yet. There is also many activities but these are just the basics. I'm glad I live in Maine where summer time is just perfect. it's not to hot and not to cold. I wouldn't trade having summer season for anything in the world! Summer is the best season and always will be my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109448260736860817?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109448260736860817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109448260736860817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448260736860817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448260736860817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109448264683365466</id><published>2004-09-06T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:14:13.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventory List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I look in my little fridge I brought to college with me i see: 3 bottles of gatorade! I love gatorade it refreshes me when I need a cold drink to relieve my thirst. my favorite kinds which are now in my fridge are: riptide rush, glacier freeze, and cascade crash. 9 hi-c wild berry drink pouches. This is a quick on the go drink that I drink if i'm only a little thirsty! 12 bottles of water! i drink water often I could not go without ice cold water in my fridge. 2 bottles of pitch black mountain dew, I love mountain dew I drink it often. It's one of my favorite kinds of soda. The reason I have 2 bottles of this kind is because I actually got a deal, they we're buy one get one free, so I grabbed it. A 6 pack of original mountain dew. Since I love mountain dew i cannot go without having some in my fridge. Last even though my fridge is made up of all drinks I have a 4 pack of chocolate pudding! I love chocolate pudding. It's a great snack to eat at any time of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109448264683365466?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109448264683365466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109448264683365466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448264683365466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448264683365466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/inventory-list.html' title='Inventory List'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109448255854160260</id><published>2004-09-06T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:14:51.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When reading others blogs, I was amazed. it was very interesting seeing the many different topics people talked about. It made me realize that wow, blogging really is open and endless to what a person can write about! It can be used for many things such as kept as a journal, but also just as a place for people to write about a certain topic. I saw that blogging makes people want to write and keeps them in tune to writing at a constant rate. Although I knew this from my own experiences. I feel the same as they do about it, I really enjoy the way it makes me want to write! Reading these other bloggers pages it was very interesting to me. Many talked about there life and what was going on, and some talked about topics such as a music they liked, or sports! Blogging is a very interesting tool to be using in this class, I can't wait to keep using it! I'm glad I got introduced to this as I have never even heard of it before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109448255854160260?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109448255854160260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109448255854160260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448255854160260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448255854160260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-reaction.html' title='Blog Reaction'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109448249951077698</id><published>2004-09-06T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:15:05.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Course Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Honestly, I have one word to describe this class. That one word is, awesome! No i'm not saying this to be saying bs, i'm saying it because that's a fact! I came to college not liking english too much. Having a teacher like Goldine, even though it's just the begining I can say has made me see a whole new side to english. I believe one of the major reasons I like it the way Ido is because he's not like most english teachers! He's different! You'd expect to walk into english class first day, and the teacher slap you a paper with a 10 page term paper assignment on it! First day of class, Goldfine made me feel comfortable! I was very nervous going into classes first day. He just made me laugh and feel like wow, i'm going to enjoy this class! I don't like writing but, I find the way he has us write is interesting. He has us write in little bits and peices. He doesn't jsut say oyu have this 2 page report, and this 5 page report! I like his way of teaching us to write, it makes it less stressful and enjoyable. I'm liking to write little logs on my blogger like i'm doing, I feel more tuned into my writing. It's not like writing a 5 page essay and into the 2nd page tuning out, bored, and not knowing what to say! Another thing about it that I like is the fact I enjoy typing on the computer! He is up to date and has us do writing on the computer. I can type faster and my hands don't get cramped up like I would with a pen and paper, where it takes hours just to get just 2 pages! I also like the way he grades in this english class. He gives us a chance to learn from our mistakes, and doesn't just slap us a grade of a C for say not having everything perfect! It makes me feel more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;comfortable and less nervous when i'm writing, I don't have to do my writings over and over and try to be perfect! I just write freely and feel comfortable. Having this feeling makes me want to write more. I find this class will definitely go well and i'm looking foward to seeing what this class has to teach me to push me foward in my learning experiences!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109448249951077698?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109448249951077698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109448249951077698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448249951077698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109448249951077698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/course-reaction.html' title='Course Reaction'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109417644752831941</id><published>2004-09-02T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:22:33.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Year Of College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The nerves of comnig to college for the first time has not been easy! I have been trying to prepare myself for many months now and still am! It has not been easy being nervous. Although I have come here nervous I can say i'm really getting rid of those nerves quickly. I'm feeling right at home and i'm enjoying it. I never thought college would be fun like it is, but I can say it really is. It's nothing like I expected. of course I had many worries coming from 3 and a half hours away. Sure I miss family and such but i'm getting by easily. One of my biggest worries was wow who's gonig to be my roomate? Will I get along with her? I can say she's really awesome and i'm glad I got a roomate like her. That took a lot of weight off my shoulders. Next thnig was teachers, how will they be? Teachers here are really nice and make me feel comfortable so i'm not even worried about that anymore. Classes aren't bad and not to hard. Dorm's are small and you cant really fit much stuff in them but i'm managing! It's not like at home, but that's something I got to live with for now. It's a big adjustment from being home around the friends i've known all my life to now being here where I had to meet new friends all over again and readjust. It has been easy to meet many people and i'm adjusting fairly well. I really like it in Bangor the environment and my surroundings are great. It's a really nice area. I hope I continue liking the rest of the year like i'm liking it now. I hope everything continues gonig well, but so far I can say i'm really enjoying it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109417644752831941?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109417644752831941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109417644752831941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417644752831941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417644752831941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/1st-year-of-college.html' title='1st Year Of College'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109417633683412286</id><published>2004-09-02T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:16:54.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really enjoy country music. I can listen to it all day long and be happy. The reason I enjoy this kind of music so much is because there is sift and slow country music and then there is peppy and upbeat music. I can listen to country music any mood i'm in. If i'm in a sad mood, I can just listen to a softer country music. If i'm in the mood for a little upbeat stuff I can listen to the peppy country music. There is nothing like a good country song. This music makes me at peace and soothes me. It is my all time favorite music. I can listen to other types of music and I like other types of music but nothing is like country music, nothing can beat the sound of coutnry music on my list! There is so many great artists and it goes so far back, it has been a popular music loved by many for years. Another reason I really enjoy it is because there is not just one style of country music there is many styles to country music. There is the artists who sing jsut about love music, and then you got the artist who sing about going out and having a good time! No matter what style you are you can somehow relate to a certain country artist. Country music has always been my favorite type of music, and always will!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109417633683412286?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109417633683412286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109417633683412286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417633683412286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417633683412286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/country-music.html' title='Country Music'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109417626757023474</id><published>2004-09-02T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:17:08.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My dog's name is Brandy. I have to say she is just about the cuttest 2 year old puppy I have ever seen! her brown and black color with little white paws and white on the bottom of her neck is very pretty. She is tiny only 12 pounds in size. That is the biggest she will ever get. Being 3 and a hald hours away from home I miss alot of great things about her. She loves to cuddle every morning i'd wake up to her nose right in my face and those big black puppy dog eyes staring at me and her body close to mine! She is just the cutest little thing! A brat I can say! She is a little baby and likes to get her way! She is fussy also. When you give her bones she has 2 different kinds that she eats, well you never know which one she wants till you give it to her! Sometimes she will take the one you give her and sometimes she will spit it out telling you she wants the other kind. Every meal being eaten she expects to get some. She knows she will and that she's spoiled, so if you dont give her any she will lay by the table and whimper and cry till you give her some of what your eating! She gobbles it down so quick, happy that I don't even think she chews the food! She loves playing fetch with her ball and rings. She can run all night and be happy! I say she is just like a rabit she jumps very high and is always jumping at the door and such. At night when she lies in bed she stretches out her body and takes up half the bed to her self, she is so funny! She loves gonig for rides, you say want to go for a ride? and she goes crazy! When you take her for a ride she likes to sit right on the drivers lap and look out the window like she's driving, it is just so cute! When i'm at the computer she also enjoys typing, I pick her up and palce her on my lap and she takes her paws and puts them up on the keyboard and moves them around typing! She loves it! She also enjoys riding 4 wheeler, as soon as she hears it start up she goes crazy wanting to go on it! We put her in the back on the seat since we have a seat in the back and she rides like a normal person would, looking around! When we stop and go to take her off she never wants to! She likes to watch t.v. also! I can be watching t.v. and she will come up and lay on me and watch t.v. with me! Each morning if I wouldn't wake up when she'd wake up she'd run over to my bed and jump up right on top of me and get in my face and lick me wanting me to wake up, when I open my eyes and talk to her she wags her tail and jumps around all happy! I'm not used to being this far away from my puppy, and I can say I really miss her!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109417626757023474?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109417626757023474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109417626757023474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417626757023474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417626757023474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-dog.html' title='My Dog'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109417592199187451</id><published>2004-09-02T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:17:40.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thinking back on what I would call the worst teacher i've ever had in my life I think of many events that will always stick with me. From the minute this teacher walked into her classroom as we all sat there chit chattering and said in a high pitched voice "now now class lets all stop the chit chat" I knew she wouldn't be a teacher i'd just look up to and adore! The pitch of her voice that would just make my ears ring did not make me adore her one bit, matter of fact not at all! I had a very hard time just getting through one morning of classes with her lecturing in what i'd call that annoying voice! The way i'd just hate the look of her hair that would stick up on her head in the front! matter of fact after studying it for a few mornings I came up with the nickname of "peacock" for her! It really stood up just like the fur on a peacocks head! Those shoes she'd always choose to wear every single morning of the school year! Really, hearing "click, click, click" was not one of my favorite sounds first thing in the morning to go to school and wake up to! The way she'd sit at her desk and bite into that juicy apple at 9:10 on the dot every morning was very annoying. Matter of fact the most annoying thing about it was we couldn't have snacks in her class unless they we're fruits! Come on hungry students in the morning need a snack that will fill us up. She'd just sit there and eat in front of us, how hungry that would make us! I was never more uncomfortable taking tests then I was in this one teachers class! The way she'd hover over your shoulder while you we're testing and make little face remarks and then walk away, would make any human being frustrated! When she'd write on the chalkboard and it would make a screeching sound as she'd write would make my ears ring even more than her voice did! I don't even know how she planned her tests! it seemed she'd always put her tests on monday. I'd have her class first thing on monday morning, now tell me how any teenagers head is feeling on a monday morning? I don't think it's wide awake and ready to take a huge exam! One of her saying's that would just make everyone frustrated was as everyone was talking while she was talking saying "I got the floor!" Now who says that? What did she think was going on in teenagers minds? It seemed like we lost count of how many times she'd say it in one single class! This teacher was just so outspoken that sometimes the comments she would make would make students mad! One time she told a student "If you'd dump that loser boyfriend of yours maybe you'd have a life!" Now this was no place for this teacher to even make that comment. It seemed even though it wasn't her place she'd always continue to make these obscene comments! Compliments? That was definitely no word in this teacher's vocabulary! I look back at the time a classmate said "I like your sweater it looks nice on you!" She snapped back like a hungry animal and said "Don't say that, I dont like people liking what I wear!" The fact she'd always jump to conclusions! Looking back I see the time she threw a huge fit "class listen whoever stole my whoopie pie i'd like you to return it right now, this is no joke!" She spoke in a very loud tone making everyone stare around the room trying to figure out who pulled this prank! Now usually when a student pulls a prank it's a huge joke the whole class knows about, although it was very different this time! Noone laughed, noone spoke it seemed as if noone pulled this prank! In the end what happens, no other than peacock searching through another desk she had, and boom there it was! The famous stolen whoopie pie, who supposedly one of the students took! She then rambled on a big sorry speech that noone seemed to care about, since every student was in laughter at how she threw this big fit for no reason at all! Although this math teacher had so many negative qualities about her, and taught my least favorite subject she did leave a great impact on my life! As much as I didn't wan't to listen to her and she was the worst teacher, she did push me a little further into having more positive thoughts about math! I look back happy knowing I don't have to have her as my teacher ever again, but it seems the teachers you least like have the most events for you to look back on! So here I am smiling thanking this teacher for giving me what a I would call a few memories!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109417592199187451?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109417592199187451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109417592199187451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417592199187451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109417592199187451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-worst-teacher.html' title='My Worst Teacher'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</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-8131233.post-109404612512432400</id><published>2004-09-01T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:18:02.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsgraph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I look down at 2 objects that are known as my hands. As I do so I realize my hands are fairly small in size. My fingers are short and stubby. Mom once told me "Heather your hands run in the family!" Her hands are very similar looking to mine. The many marks and such on my hands truly speak of who I am. I have two little cuts on my knuckles. The reason I have these cuts on my hands is because of all the hard work of moving in college I did this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hard worker and I enjoy doing many outdoor activities, so I have alot of scars on my hands that show this. On my hand I have a burn I got from my previous hard working job as a dishwasher. What a job. I'll never forget this job. It was some of the most dredful days of my life. Working in a kitchen where it's hot and stuffy, and not to forget getting out and smelling like fried food. This was not my idea of a great job! The dishwasher got so hot at times but not once did it get as hot as it did on this one day. The temperature on the machine read 212 degrees. Part of the job which is taking dishes out of the hot dishwasher and putting them in trays to be sent out and put away was where I was working. When it is busy and you have to keep going and going in order to wash more dishes there's not stopping! I was working quite fast, I saw the shiny pot in front of my eyes as I went to pick it up. I slowly put my hand out to pick it up, I grabbed it and you can imagine I dropped it and screamed tremendously! There it was I looked down and saw the big red spot, which soon turned into a blister! Well mom told me "Heather never pop your blisters let them heal on it's own!" Well who would listen to a mother who says such an obscene thing like that? Not me! So there I was staring at this bubble I hated oh so much for a week straight, it seemed as if it wasn't going away and nothing was more annoying then having that there in my way! I found a needle and there I went, I popped it! Then I realized wow mom was right, now I have to live with the scar it left behind! I guess that was my concequence for not listening to mom! I also have another cut on my hand from flipping on 4 wheeler. One day I was out joy riding with my brother and a few friends. We we're just having a good ol' time in the trails! We went on a trail I have never been on before. As we went down this huge bankment of rocks and ridges that you cant easily fall into if your 4 wheeler dont stay on the right track it seemed alright. Yeah alright until half way down! As I got to about the middle of this trail I soon realized one of my tires went down into one of the ridges and there was no getting it out it pulled me right down to the side! I fell off the side of the 4 wheeler and onto the rocks! It hurt! In the end good thing, I realized all that was wrong was a few scrapes on my hand! One cut was pretty deep, as it healed it just never healed fully! Now I have a scar thats been left behind and will stay there always. My worst habit is chewing my nails. Wow how often I do this and can't stop! My finger nails are short and chewed. I try growing them but it never works! I always get tempted to chew them. I put nail polish my my nails on many occasions, it looks nice, but as you guessed it don't stay long!&lt;br /&gt;I value my hands greatly so my hands truly speak about who I am and the person in me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8131233-109404612512432400?l=heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/feeds/109404612512432400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8131233&amp;postID=109404612512432400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109404612512432400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8131233/posts/default/109404612512432400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heatherscollegecomp.blogspot.com/2004/09/handsgraph.html' title='Handsgraph'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11377432985178660688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
