<?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-7786551577707945088</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:05:17.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cristal clear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-3583679639062072291</id><published>2008-11-25T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T04:54:21.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>At last, the worst is over. To be honest I did not think that I was going to be able to finish the final essay for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Exception&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; novel, to start with I could not read the entire novel so in order to have enough information about the character I wrote about, I had to read the key points and events from the book. Although I do not believe that any of us was ever turned in a paper that we are completely happy about, I ended up being very pleased with my essay, I think that my description and analysis of the character is very accurate and complete. Hopefully I'll get a good grade!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Good Luck to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-3583679639062072291?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/3583679639062072291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=3583679639062072291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/3583679639062072291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/3583679639062072291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/11/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-6710142642451572628</id><published>2008-11-16T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:19:16.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Fair</title><content type='html'>I finally managed to dedicate a little time to the much needed extra-credit. Even though today was the last day of the Miami Book Fair International 2008, you could see people overflowing the streets with energy. I decided to attend some authors and to be honest it was not quite what I expected. I ended up in a room full of gay, rich people, and by the way (the major of the city) who were talking about sex, drugs and South Beach being the "Hot Spot". Their analysis of South Beach went beyond its population and nightlife, they emphasized on the way the city has lost the meaning of what it really is, and is currently rather represented by beautiful women with big breasts and fit gay men who want to make it in the modeling industry. It was interesting for once to be involved in a conversation that touched the most degrading aspects of life, the dirtiness and wickedness of the world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-6710142642451572628?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/6710142642451572628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=6710142642451572628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/6710142642451572628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/6710142642451572628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-fair.html' title='Book Fair'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-3429209474895001988</id><published>2008-11-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:41:14.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>United Barack of Obamas</title><content type='html'>Well finally election day passed and as many expected and hoped Barack Obama is now the new president of the  United States. I was mostly shocked, because to be quite honest America has come a long way as far as the racial issues and discrimination go. I would have never thought that this country would have an African American president, but the day is finally here. I guess that the only comment I really have to make is that Obama will either be considered the greatest president or the worst, which might not be necessarily true, but I think that most people including those who do not support Obama have really high expectations for what he can do for this country. Any little mistake will be viewed as a failure and every working strategy he uses will make him "just the right guy for the job". All we can do is wait to see how many of his promises actually come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-3429209474895001988?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/3429209474895001988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=3429209474895001988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/3429209474895001988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/3429209474895001988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-barack-of-obamas.html' title='United Barack of Obamas'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-71498577564508236</id><published>2008-10-26T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:45:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nightmare before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Finally.. Spooky Halloween is closing up. My favorite holiday (besides Christmas) is right around the corner and I don't even have a costume yet. It's funny how many people argue that Halloween should be banned because it is a celebration of the devil. Well, no offence to those people, but besides dressing up a little creepy, I don't see anything evil about this holiday. The energy in the streets is surreal, little kids run the streets begging for candy, and even dentistry business are filled with joy at this time of year. This is actually one of the few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; on which everyone goes out to party and celebrate the same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-71498577564508236?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/71498577564508236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=71498577564508236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/71498577564508236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/71498577564508236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/10/nightmare-before-christmas.html' title='The Nightmare before Christmas'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-1338794577950511209</id><published>2008-10-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:21:14.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X- Time Left</title><content type='html'>So I am now half way through the novel "The Exception", and I know it does not seem like much since the due date is NEXT MONTH already, but just when you think the book couldn't get any better, it does. For many people I know this seems like some boring old novel, but as for me, I'm loving it. I don't want to say which is my favorite part because I don't want to spoil it for those who have not read it. All I can Say is that this is a far better book that I would have expected, although is gets a little confusing at first, towards the middle you can see the real shape of the story. I hope you all like it as much as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-1338794577950511209?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/1338794577950511209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=1338794577950511209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/1338794577950511209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/1338794577950511209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/10/x-time-left.html' title='X- Time Left'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-4117503630708949967</id><published>2008-10-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:59:47.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting!!!</title><content type='html'>Last week I started working at an office. The company name is Palace resorts and my department deals with the booking of weddings for all the resorts, which are located in Mexico. The pay is awsome, the hours are flexible, and they give full benefits to every employee, ot to mention the fact that they give out free trips to any location of the resort of your choice. The owner of the company is from India, and the guy is literally CRAZY! Every year at the Christmas party he gives out at least 30,000 dollars to his employees. I cannot wait for that party! woho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-4117503630708949967?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/4117503630708949967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=4117503630708949967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/4117503630708949967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/4117503630708949967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/10/exciting.html' title='Exciting!!!'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-4368112367845493433</id><published>2008-09-28T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:39:16.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Identi-kits</title><content type='html'>It was such fun making the Identi-kit collages, I hope we get similar assignments throughout the course. It was very interesting to see how other people portrait themselves. I could notice that most of the collages were similar or related in some way. The collage I liked the most was that of a girl who clearly wants to  be a doctor, but the picture she posted had no hands; I just thought it was ironic and funny, the doctor without hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-4368112367845493433?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/4368112367845493433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=4368112367845493433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/4368112367845493433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/4368112367845493433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/09/identi-kits.html' title='Identi-kits'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-1444350612651955718</id><published>2008-09-16T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:14:05.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of Identity</title><content type='html'>As said on the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remix &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;book, many of us consider that identity is what we are born with. To me identity is just another word to describe who we are as a whole. It doesn't matter if it is shaped by our physical appearance, the environment, or our actions. Take me for example; I am a Cuban, dark skinned girl, with an amazing cultural background. My family roots come from all over; Haiti, Spain, France, China, and to throw in the mix, I have a bit of African heritage too, not to mention my Cuban nationality of course. Part of my identity is somewhat split in half. We have the highly educated PhD's (nerds, coming from my father's side), and the artistically sensitive (four generations of dancers, coming from my mother's side). Ever since I was a little girl, my parents enrolled me in ballet, modern dance, flamenco, piano, and violin lessons. By the 8Th grade I had already switched to modeling, and a year later I was a regular girl going to regular school, as opposed to art school, where my mom always dreamed I would be. On the other hand my paternal grandmother always thought I would become a doctor or a veterinarian, like most of my aunts did, only to be disappointed when I came to the United States and decided to study business, which is not really what I had in mind but I'm sticking to it until I find out what I truly want to devote my life to. So now you know what I mean when I say that my identity is split in half. While I've always academically done good, I certainly do not feel like a nerd, and though part of me knows how to appreciate and misses my artistic side, I don't think that is the right path for me. Another conflicting contrast I have is that I am a super friendly girl, I'm always surrounded by people, if my friends and I were part of Emily White's "High School's Secret Life", our "tribe" without a doubt, would be the popular one, however I have noticed that I hate working with people, which is why it is no surprise that I don't like study groups. Tough socially I interact with a lot of people, I am the most selfish person I know when it comes to academic grades, anything that interrupts my concentration when studying I can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;To me identity is a combination of things, our good and bad traits, where we come from, our skills, likes, dislikes, friends, and in my case, my family's influence on my decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-1444350612651955718?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/1444350612651955718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=1444350612651955718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/1444350612651955718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/1444350612651955718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/09/meaning-of-identity.html' title='The meaning of Identity'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-324892901757115620</id><published>2008-09-11T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:43:03.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exception</title><content type='html'>I've already started reading my class novel the exception. It's an interesting book, from the looks of it I can tell that by the end of the novel, most of us are going to be looking at this genre from a whole new perspective, Usually when we hear the word "novel", we think of a mix of drama, love stories, and a silly plot that always ends up in the same place and concept (happily ever after). I am not very advanced in my reading, I have some catching up to do because in between school and work, I barely have time to read; but I am very excited about this book and cannot wait to finish it and write a report about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-324892901757115620?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/324892901757115620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=324892901757115620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/324892901757115620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/324892901757115620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/09/exception.html' title='The Exception'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-5101367744118771333</id><published>2008-09-04T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:23:37.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected twist</title><content type='html'>During the last month of vacation my mom had her right leg and arm operated, which made it impossible for her to even attempt to complete the simplest tasks. Ever since my life changed completely. Even though I'm 18 I had never worked a day in my life, well......guess what, because mommy hasn't worked for two months now, I had to get a job at Pet'smart; which I hate to admit but ended up loving. Things at home haven't been exactly great but, at least mom's making a nice recovery, and what I thought would be a huge disaster has in fact brought me closer to my mother. Now I spend more time at home and help her around the house with things that I usually didn't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-5101367744118771333?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/5101367744118771333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=5101367744118771333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/5101367744118771333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/5101367744118771333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/09/unexpected-twist.html' title='Unexpected twist'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7786551577707945088.post-3746367808110099977</id><published>2008-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:29:06.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning.....</title><content type='html'>The first day of school was crazy from start to finish, although to be honest the teachers were a lot nicer than I thought they would be. All I ever heard through my years in high school was that once we hit college, things would get much harder because the teachers weren't as understanding, and that they wouldn't waste time getting to know their student because they had better things to do. Well...!! not to go against the tradition that high school teachers have of stereotyping college professors, but, they were SO WRONG!! Regardless of my nervousness, I actually felt a connection between teachers and students; maybe is because all my teachers are women, but to me they all seemed pretty chill and fun. The classes I think are going to be the most stimulating ones are English and Human Dev. you can tell by the teachers' attitude that they have many exciting ideas to make their courses more enjoyable, and most importantly that they like to help their students with whatever they can.. Thank you Mrs. A.A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7786551577707945088-3746367808110099977?l=dianam02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/feeds/3746367808110099977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7786551577707945088&amp;postID=3746367808110099977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/3746367808110099977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7786551577707945088/posts/default/3746367808110099977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianam02.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-beginning.html' title='New beginning.....'/><author><name>Tinkipants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13509284750791862133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSywn7Z_Q2Y/SNAgR2kyKuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZEEniNFiS9M/S220/Internet+Explorer+Wallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
