<?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-6151332488836341423</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:28:32.354-05:00</updated><category term='Censorship'/><category term='Hole in My Life'/><title type='text'>what do U think?</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for students to share what they think about books, reading and research.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-2975749356518576504</id><published>2007-05-03T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:46:58.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, parents!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Web 2.0! Technology changes so fast and keeping up with the changes can be a challenge. In thinking back on the technologies that you are familiar with, and the new technologies that are available, what do you think is the most important development in technology and why? Is there any technology that you miss, or have difficulty with, or feel proud that you mastered? I, for one, have never been able to master the television remote once it had to go through a cable box and an audio feed, and my best technological accomplishment this year was starting to blog and wiki. The next thing I want to learn is Photoshop. Feel free to post anonymously or use your first name and last initial, or you can sign on as yourkid's mom (or dad). (Comments will not be published until Sunday evening, May 6.  If you comment before then, your comments will be held in moderation.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-2975749356518576504?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/2975749356518576504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=2975749356518576504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/2975749356518576504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/2975749356518576504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-parents.html' title='Welcome, parents!'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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-6151332488836341423.post-2697606609617219151</id><published>2007-05-01T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:39:27.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>Jack realized that he had to take responsibility for his mistakes.  What does Jack's story tell readers about second chances? Do you think everyone deserves a second chance? Why or why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-2697606609617219151?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/2697606609617219151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=2697606609617219151' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/2697606609617219151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/2697606609617219151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/05/hard-lesson-learned.html' title='Hard Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-4506400860989471006</id><published>2007-05-01T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:38:32.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature vs. Nurture</title><content type='html'>How do you think Jack's environment affected the choices he made? Do you think Jack was destined to end up in prison? Or do you think his circumstances put him there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-4506400860989471006?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/4506400860989471006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=4506400860989471006' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/4506400860989471006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/4506400860989471006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/05/nature-vs-nurture.html' title='Nature vs. Nurture'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-4485629862505711254</id><published>2007-05-01T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:36:40.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's Hole</title><content type='html'>Why are stories like Jack's important?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-4485629862505711254?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/4485629862505711254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=4485629862505711254' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/4485629862505711254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/4485629862505711254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/05/jacks-hole.html' title='Jack&apos;s Hole'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-1363777994423057855</id><published>2007-04-17T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:16:28.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blame Game</title><content type='html'>When Jack was thinking about the people in his life, he said, "I burned them all on a bonfire of blmae."  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What does this expression show about Jack's feelings at the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-1363777994423057855?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/1363777994423057855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=1363777994423057855' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/1363777994423057855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/1363777994423057855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/04/blame-game.html' title='The Blame Game'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-592000438075505626</id><published>2007-04-17T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:19:08.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry....really.</title><content type='html'>Throughout the book we have questioned Jack's sincerity and his honesty with himself. In the ship's log he discussed that he wasn't really sorry and Hamilton said that if anything, Jack would only be sorry if he were caught. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do you think the trial might have ended differently if Jack had shown real remorse in the courtroom for what he had done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-592000438075505626?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/592000438075505626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=592000438075505626' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/592000438075505626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/592000438075505626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry....really.'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-8986795931618942688</id><published>2007-03-26T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:42:21.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Honest" Jack</title><content type='html'>Gantos said that he was convinced that he wasn't doing anything wrong, but that he was afraid of the punishment. Does this seem like a contradiction to you? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If Jack really believed he wasn't doing anything wrong, why would he be worried about the punishment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-8986795931618942688?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/8986795931618942688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=8986795931618942688' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/8986795931618942688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/8986795931618942688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/honest-jack.html' title='&quot;Honest&quot; Jack'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-1410656048731011688</id><published>2007-03-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:38:11.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Sorry Now?</title><content type='html'>Jack wrote that the only thing he was afraid of was being caught. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How do you think the world would be different if there were no consequences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-1410656048731011688?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/1410656048731011688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=1410656048731011688' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/1410656048731011688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/1410656048731011688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/whos-sorry-now.html' title='Who&apos;s Sorry Now?'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-4614133357474718198</id><published>2007-03-19T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:43:29.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses...or..."it was an accident"</title><content type='html'>Jack believed he had a good reason for becoming involved in crime.  &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a good reason for doing something wrong? Was the outcome worth it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Note: remember this is being read by many...be careful with any incriminating details ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-4614133357474718198?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/4614133357474718198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=4614133357474718198' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/4614133357474718198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/4614133357474718198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/excuses-excusesorit-was-accident.html' title='Excuses, Excuses...or...&quot;it was an accident&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-6704381425919222177</id><published>2007-03-19T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:40:57.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Classic</title><content type='html'>The concensus seems to be that although &lt;em&gt;Red Badge of Courage&lt;/em&gt; is a classic, it was not a book that many of you enjoyed reading.  The reasons you gave are accurate, but does that mean that the classics should not be read? What is a classic book? The accepted definition is that a classic is a book that has stood the test of time and is still widely read many, many years after first being published. It is usually a book that contains a universal truth. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your definition of a classic book? What books are you reading or that are being written today that will be considered classics 100 years from now? And...will students 100 years from now have the same complaints about your nominated books that you have about &lt;em&gt;Red Badge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-6704381425919222177?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/6704381425919222177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=6704381425919222177' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/6704381425919222177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/6704381425919222177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/name-that-classic.html' title='Name That Classic'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-9176338295706365626</id><published>2007-03-13T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:36:06.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Badge of Courage</title><content type='html'>Gantos sat in front of Stephen Crane's house in Jacksonville, Florida reading &lt;em&gt;The Red Badge of Courage. &lt;/em&gt;He says this about &lt;em&gt;Red Badge:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"...it was so good I couldn't figure out why I hadn't read it earlier. Henry's convictions impressed me. His desire to fight. His fear of being a coward. His renewed battle courage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agree or disagree with Gantos's statement that &lt;em&gt;The Red Badge of Courage &lt;/em&gt;is a good book. Give reasons for your opinion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-9176338295706365626?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/9176338295706365626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=9176338295706365626' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/9176338295706365626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/9176338295706365626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-badge-of-courage.html' title='The Red Badge of Courage'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-2690003752118963310</id><published>2007-03-12T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:55:27.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>Gantos fantasizes about the open road that Jack Kerouac describes in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt;. Poet Walt Whitman writes "Strong and content, I travel the open road." Country singer Willie Nelson is known for his song, "On the Road Again."  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is it about the open road that is so appealing and alluring to Gantos? What does it symbolize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-2690003752118963310?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/2690003752118963310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=2690003752118963310' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/2690003752118963310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/2690003752118963310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-8135596554195876288</id><published>2007-03-12T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:56:05.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Your Future</title><content type='html'>Gantos describes wanting the pearl and creating his own future as a writer yet he seems to not have a plan to achieve it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could create your own future, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-8135596554195876288?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/8135596554195876288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=8135596554195876288' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/8135596554195876288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/8135596554195876288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/creating-your-future.html' title='Creating Your Future'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-8048806664577661139</id><published>2007-03-06T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:33:56.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Censorship'/><title type='text'>Censorship by way of theft is wrong</title><content type='html'>To follow through on our Censorship/Banned Books unit, read this &lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/mld/philly/16835827.htm"&gt;commentary&lt;/a&gt; from the March 5 edition of &lt;em&gt;The Philadelphia Inquirer.  &lt;/em&gt;The columnist is discussing the theft of books from school libraries in Miami as a means of censoring.  A group, the Concerned Cuban Parents, disagrees with certain library books that they feel "painted an inaccurately rosy picture of life in Cuba" and they have been checking out the books but not returning them.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Comment on this effort to censor and how the rights of parents may or may not be interferring with the position of academic freedom and the First Amendment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-8048806664577661139?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/8048806664577661139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=8048806664577661139' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/8048806664577661139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/8048806664577661139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/censorship-by-way-of-theft-is-wrong.html' title='Censorship by way of theft is wrong'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-5465250107169134682</id><published>2007-03-05T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:29:43.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions....decisions</title><content type='html'>Gantos describes his decision to try marijuana.  He writes:  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...I was convinced I would be a vegetable if I smoked.  Yet, I went to the apartment. Why? For the same deadhead reason people climb mountains -  it was there and I wanted to try it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do you think the fact that Gantos "felt adrift" inside and his "barren interior landscape" contributed to his decision? What was he looking for? Please comment and include your reason for your interpretation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-5465250107169134682?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/5465250107169134682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=5465250107169134682' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/5465250107169134682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/5465250107169134682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/03/decisionsdecisions.html' title='Decisions....decisions'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151332488836341423.post-5652592513334823043</id><published>2007-02-18T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:03:56.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hole in My Life'/><title type='text'>Hole in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In his autobiography, Jack Gantos writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I felt adrift inside, as if I had a compulsion not to be myself.  I especially had that feeling  when I read books.  I seemed to become the main character, as if I had abandoned myself and allowed some other person to step right in and take me over. It was a great ride becoming a fictional character for a day or a week..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Think about books you have read over the years.  What characters have you become?  What characters have you abandoned yourself to? What characters have taken you over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6151332488836341423-5652592513334823043?l=zajko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/feeds/5652592513334823043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6151332488836341423&amp;postID=5652592513334823043' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/5652592513334823043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151332488836341423/posts/default/5652592513334823043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zajko.blogspot.com/2007/02/hole-in-my-life.html' title='Hole in My Life'/><author><name>Mrs. Zajko</name><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>60</thr:total></entry></feed>
