<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2024 13:53:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Hale Middle School</title><description>All school-related things are here.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-4750708501875668061</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-23T17:54:25.220-07:00</atom:updated><title>In your dreams</title><description>I wish that 7th graders would stop:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;picking on peploe for popularity&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;pretending to like things for populatity&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;abusing words like retarded or gay&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;judging people &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;smoking&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;freeloading&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;laughing at rudness&amp;nbsp;and encouraging the &quot;joker&quot;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/04/in-your-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-5852911352278591141</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-17T17:47:59.223-07:00</atom:updated><title>Games get you jobs in some cases.</title><description>Roblox is an &quot;online building toy&quot; that allows users to create things of their own, share them, and socialize. Roblox employees need to know scripting languages like C++ to&amp;nbsp;modify the physics engine of&amp;nbsp;the game. Users can also learn a scripting&amp;nbsp;language called LUA&amp;nbsp;to animate their creations; like atonomous rockets!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/FbBsb4BDQgg?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Roblox can give you expiriences in scripting. You should try it!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/04/games-get-you-jobs-in-some-cases.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-64755457502323249</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-11T12:40:17.927-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ready set goal</title><description>My first job would probably be in NASA. It could be an engineer&amp;nbsp; for future rovers ; ot could be the person that scripts programs for Mars expiditions. They might pick me out of all because of my degrees &amp;amp; ability to script in C++ &amp;amp; LUA.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/04/ready-set-goal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-7163815189992842731</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-28T18:16:31.633-07:00</atom:updated><title>BRAGGER!</title><description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My most prized possesion is my computer.After my dad&#39;s computer burned. I took all the components and put them in my computer that already has a Realtech audio driver. I put the corrupted hard drive along with ATI graphics, WIFI, a Blu Ray CD-ROM, &amp;amp; better colling fans into my computer [myself]. By installing Windows 7 from a disk, I fixed the hard drive. I also took my dad&#39;s Creative Inspire T5400 speaker and hooked them so that I can have surround sound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To boast about even more, heres some pictures :3&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHU7M7sY1nk/T3O3rXLPvTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/un67awoDg7Q/s1600/Computer+anatomy.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHU7M7sY1nk/T3O3rXLPvTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/un67awoDg7Q/s400/Computer+anatomy.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCeOhQ6canQ/T3O3u0LN7II/AAAAAAAAAHc/3zif7iMmGfQ/s1600/Speakers.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;191&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCeOhQ6canQ/T3O3u0LN7II/AAAAAAAAAHc/3zif7iMmGfQ/s320/Speakers.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/03/bragger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHU7M7sY1nk/T3O3rXLPvTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/un67awoDg7Q/s72-c/Computer+anatomy.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-394271289316761649</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-13T14:40:29.725-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cheese please</title><description>Cheese is cultured milk fat.&lt;br /&gt;
Swiss chees is fun because you can stick your tounge through it.&lt;br /&gt;
Cheese varriations depend on the type of bacteria used to culture the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;
Rotting cheese does NOT come from rotting cows.&lt;br /&gt;
Cheeses come in a variety of colors.&lt;br /&gt;
Cheese is cultured in a red wax shell.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/03/cheese-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-7886967475401937843</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-13T13:02:49.527-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dia montie</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bob&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m drowning&lt;br&gt;
Lying on the pavement&lt;br&gt;
I stabbed him&lt;br&gt;
Johnny&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/02/dia-montie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-7263398475740869571</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-23T15:17:12.157-08:00</atom:updated><title>Stereo typing</title><description>Girls are bossy&lt;br /&gt;
Boys are immature&lt;br /&gt;
7th graders are adolecent&lt;br /&gt;
Teachers are adults&lt;br /&gt;
8th graders are scary&lt;br /&gt;
6th graders are newbies&lt;br /&gt;
LAUSD is cheep&lt;br /&gt;
Field trips are scarce&lt;br /&gt;
8th grade science is cool</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/01/stereo-typing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-936739180849755158</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T14:20:58.080-08:00</atom:updated><title>Writers Lead</title><description>&lt;u&gt;News lead&lt;/u&gt;Thomas Lowe survives Northridge earthquake in Anhieser Bush inc. &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;One Fact Lead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thomas Lowe, standing braced to a support beam at the weakest point in the factory, almost crushed.&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange;&quot;&gt; Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mysterious Lead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Whatever you do, dont push that button!&quot; said Thomas Lowe; the ground shook as machines broke apart in the factory. The lights eventually shut off and all you could sense were the people screaming, the bottles crashing to the floor and shattering, . &lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCELENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2012/01/writers-lead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-1732338858335688185</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-22T18:30:18.052-08:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;The Press&quot;</title><description>The craziest&amp;nbsp; roumor I&#39;ve ever heard that I belive would probably be... Michal Jackson died.... At that time. Two crazier roumors, so crazy, I dont believe them,&amp;nbsp;that many little birdies from Twitter&amp;nbsp;told me (I don&#39;t have a Twitter account, just wanted to be funny) is that 1. There&#39;s a pool on top of the gym &amp;amp; 2. A teacher&amp;nbsp;was watching inapropiate&amp;nbsp;stuff behind his classroom doors at lunch.&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t believe those two because a pool on top of the gym is stupid, you cant even hear pumps, the interior&amp;nbsp;roof is too high; for the teacher, I would asume he would be arested by now.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/11/press.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-2624889628492278669</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-15T19:24:45.383-08:00</atom:updated><title>My notes will be here...</title><description></description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-notes-will-be-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-3659131094612355124</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-14T15:29:06.709-08:00</atom:updated><title>Winners</title><description>&lt;table bgcolor=&quot;#ffeeee&quot; border=&quot;5&quot; bordercolor=&quot;#ff8888&quot; cellpadding=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;of &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;and &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;a &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;to &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;in &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;is &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;you &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;that &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;it &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;he &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;was &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;for &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;on &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;are &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;as &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;with &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;his &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;they &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ol start=&quot;21&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;at &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;be &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;this &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;have &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;from &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;or &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;one &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;had &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;by &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;word &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;but &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;not &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;what &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;all &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;were &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;we &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;when &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;your &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;can &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;said &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ol start=&quot;41&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;there &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;use &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;an &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;each &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;which &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;she &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;do &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;how &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;their &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;if &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;will &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;up &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;other &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;about &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;out &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;many &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;then &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;them &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;these &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;so &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ol start=&quot;61&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;some &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;her &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;would &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;make &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;like &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;him &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;into &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;time &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;has &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;look &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;two &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;more &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;write &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;go &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;see &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;number &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;no &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;way &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;could &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;people &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;ol start=&quot;81&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;my &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;than &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;first &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;water &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;been &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;call &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;who &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;oil &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;its &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;now &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;find &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;long &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;down &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;day &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;did &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;get &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;come &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;made &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;may &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;part &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
:D</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/11/winners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-3325302440785626990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T15:35:45.398-08:00</atom:updated><title>YOU ARE so MEAN</title><description>The meanest thing I&#39;ve ever done was probably when I &quot;shunned&quot; (silenced) somebody too far. I did it for humor, the whole class cracked up. Okay... &quot;By the power of the school, you have been shunned!&quot; &quot;SHUNNED I SAY&quot; I think about it now, it&#39;s pretty stupid.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-are-so-mean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-1865813543753285619</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 23:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-07T15:16:40.779-08:00</atom:updated><title>Character asersions</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tommy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Stubby - &lt;/strong&gt;he is shorter than David.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Stubborn&lt;/strong&gt; - where told to do something he would say &quot;I&#39;m sick.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;David&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Strange - &lt;/strong&gt;he is always under the covers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sharp &lt;/strong&gt;- he just got his retractable claw implants</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/11/character-asersions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-7916936978205643981</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T20:17:35.420-07:00</atom:updated><title>To do or not to do</title><description>I could say having a hint of something would allow you to at least say &quot;I&#39;ve experienced it.&quot; You could go before time and see how the universe was made, possibly die, and respawn to tell the tale. You could experience death then never have it again. Byt the opposite occours in everyone. Woule you rather take life than never to have life at all? It&#39;s a weird thing. Before you were alive, what &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;you? Oh yeah, stardust. But where was your mind? Your soul? What was your life before you knew it? I just keep on wondering, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow; color: red;&quot;&gt;WHAT IS SPACE!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-do-or-not-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-187910442783185775</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-25T20:56:48.398-07:00</atom:updated><title>RSS feed</title><description>Hello Mr. McCabe. If you want to subscibe to my RSS feed here it is: &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss&quot;&gt;http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?alt=rss&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/HaleMiddleSchool&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/HaleMiddleSchool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s much better than having to look through everyones blog page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You could do this to everyone. just find out here:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aweber.com/faq/questions/337/Where+Do+I+Find+the+RSS+Feed+URL%3F&quot;&gt;http://www.aweber.com/faq/questions/337/Where+Do+I+Find+the+RSS+Feed+URL%3F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;OR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Go to feedburner.com and type in everyones blog. Everything will be nice and simple. Everything is just how you want it. IM GLAD I COULD HELP!</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/rss-feed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-149395724113846519</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-25T20:18:11.635-07:00</atom:updated><title>Perpetual Percititation</title><description>If it never stopped raining, I would harness it&#39;s physical energy to generate electrical energy. My plan would be very simple. A large water tower that taps to water pumped from storm drains (pumps run on rain energy :-D) and attach turbines and let it&amp;nbsp;drain into the ocean or to a water reservoir for treatment. I could invent rain powered cars and make gas cars illegal because of a made op reason. For instance, gas cars make smog that makes acid rain and will kill you if you are exposed to it :-P. PROBLEM! Floods WILL occur. Pumping the water to my water tower will not sustain the overflow of water... &lt;br /&gt;
we may need emergency pumps that are so powerful that they do not use hydroelectric energy. More like... nitrogen.. ha ha. Well, these pumps will pump water to the ocean.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/perpetual-percititation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-9136811011639153362</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T16:59:05.604-07:00</atom:updated><title>WA CHEW WAIEN FOR!?</title><description>I&#39;m waiting for Christmas so I can get my Mindstorms NXT set. I&#39;ve always loved robotics. Mindstorms is very expensive, anywhere up to $100 to $800 per set. I want it so badly, the price doesn&#39;t throw my desire off completely. I am also waiting for spring so I can resume growing stuff.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/wa-chew-waien-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-7398722124568566173</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-18T11:59:21.675-07:00</atom:updated><title>If I was a Protagonist</title><description>If I was the protagonist of &lt;u&gt;The Polar Express,&lt;/u&gt; I would hop on the train the first time, not mess with the train cars, and ask Santa for an unlimited Christmas money plan. :3</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-was-protagonist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-7313388043459644072</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-18T11:57:07.926-07:00</atom:updated><title>The 7 Elements of The Polar Express</title><description>&lt;li&gt;Protagonist: A young boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Antagonist: His mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Conflict: The boy does not know for sure if the North Pole exists or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Setting: Grand Rapids, Michigan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Climax: The boy airves at the North Pole where he forces himsilf to believe and finally meets Santa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Resolution: Santa &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Theme: Seing isn&#39;t alwys believing.&lt;/li&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-elements-of-polar-express.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-8430040880143557304</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-17T13:03:38.876-07:00</atom:updated><title>Star story</title><description>My favorite movie is The Polar Express. Te problem was introduced when the main character doubted the existence of Santa&amp;nbsp;Clause. (I was in third grade.) The main character looks outside his window&amp;nbsp;and sees a train pull up outside his house. The conductor invites him on board. The train takes the main character on a venturous journey to the north pole. They arrive at the north pole where the main character struggles to take a glance at Mr. clause. He told himself to believe and then he saw him. The theme was seeing isn&#39;t always believing.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/star-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-5098790701024804982</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-17T12:53:22.659-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Elements of Stories</title><description>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Protagonist- The main character&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Antagonist- The enemy of the protagonist&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Conflict- A dispute between two people&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Setting- Where and when the story takes place&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Climax- The high point of the action&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Resolution- The outcome of the conflict&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Theme- The authors message to the reader&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Plot- The sequence of events of the story&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/elements-of-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-4607374512901551408</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-14T12:50:48.869-07:00</atom:updated><title>School jobs</title><description>School &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; like a Job for me; 3-2 years ago. In fourth to fifth grade, almost everybody made me their first responder for fixing things. My fith grade teacher even recieved calls on the school phone to go to thier room and fix either their projector, CD, projector connection, printer&amp;nbsp;or even setting up remote mouse controls (laser pointer included) that even the teachers didn&#39;t know about. (I believe thats why LAUSD swithched progector models, I could be wrong.) That was Welby Way, the best out of 5 schools I&#39;ve been to. It was diffrent from a job&amp;nbsp;in a way that I didn&#39;t get paid, (At that time, I would hapily be an intern.) a paperclip is my tool, and I don&#39;t have a workshop where I can make somthing like an axle for a door brake. I dont have the same reputation here at hale... I WISH I could.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-jobs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-76341370117665896</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T20:07:20.971-07:00</atom:updated><title>Notes of figurative language(2)</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Idiom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;An expression that doesn&#39;t mean what it says and you can&#39;t figue it out; you just have to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Ex.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Theres a fork in the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Pointing out multiple parallels between two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ex.: Men are like computers, if you had waited a weak later, you could have gotten a better one for a lower price. &lt;/strong&gt;--I put down this because it&#39;s the only one I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/notes-of-figurative-language2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-6536948867110984070</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T19:58:07.026-07:00</atom:updated><title>Metaphors</title><description>My teacher is a spelling bee. He teaches about English and what it could do for you in the future. My teacher likes Apple(s)&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry to make a story short</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/metaphors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651313930132179004.post-6726232348842890677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T22:05:08.967-07:00</atom:updated><title>The maze theory</title><description>My life is like a maze. I have to make a lot of decisions. Some decisions are hard to make. Sometimes, I&amp;nbsp;get diverted to another road through interactions with peers. Sometimes, I get diverted downwards. Gravity pulls me down; not my peers; not me. When I desire to try something new, there&#39;s either false walls that I could breach, dead ends, or both. Dead ends are at the end of right and left paths, you can&#39;t predict when you&#39;ll run into one. Somethings are a little bit predictable, which makes the right and left turns shorter. And when it&#39;s predictable, its a straigt path. But sometimes these straight paths to dead ends are nothing but illusions; a piece of paper that looks like a dead end, but behind it is the solution. You may encounter one and say &quot;Oh, thats just another dead end.&quot; I never attempt to break through these walls and I would never now if its a true wall or false wall. Thats a result of not speaking up.</description><link>http://aaronlowe-hale.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-wait-mrmccabe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>