<?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-4266141459004008041</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 04 Sep 2024 22:28:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>High Tea with a Mr. Newman</title><description>I&#39;M LITERATE, I SWEAR.</description><link>http://highteawithamrnewman.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Dee)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266141459004008041.post-2132306269240158129</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T21:18:51.111-05:00</atom:updated><title>Fish.</title><description>Today was the iconic milestone, popularized in so many books, movies and TV shows, that is my first day of high school. Strangely enough, it didn&#39;t end in tears or joyous affirmations that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;was the beginning of the best four years of my life. It was just...ehh.  Nothing extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;The highlights of my day:&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arguing with my geography teacher, Coach Cannon (Best. Name. Ever.), about Gambit. For those who may not know, Gambit is my favorite comics character of all time.  When he asked us what our interests were and I replied comic books, he excitedly asked me what books I liked. I said X-Men and he asked me my favorite character. When I said Gambit (with a hefty amount of pride, heh) the reaction I got was nothing short of epic. He gets a 10 on his disappointed groan and face/palm. Anyway, then he proceeded to tell me that Gambit is nothing more than a mix of Wolverine and Cyclops. Well, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; doesn&#39;t fly with me. We had a good-spirited, impassioned argument about it (much to the disbelief of everyone else in the class) and I hope there is more to come. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting at a table full of upperclassmen and...gasp...not being humiliated and forced to move. It&#39;s like I&#39;m &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being called &quot;that fish named Jenna&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So, yeah. I live to attend another day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://highteawithamrnewman.blogspot.com/2008/08/fish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Dee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266141459004008041.post-2576311146245328134</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T17:26:32.746-05:00</atom:updated><title>Look, ma, no shame!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;Well, look at this. Another nobody has set up a blog. Overnight fame, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happens, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://highteawithamrnewman.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-ma-no-shame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gina Dee)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>