<?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-15928670</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:34:13.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Freshmen Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138276894262794</id><published>2005-11-07T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:29:29.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#31: FREE: Write about what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>Last couple of weeks left for this semester it's all coming down to the end. I feel as if I really need to stay on top of my work for I won't fail any of my classes. For all students this time of year is dreadful "FINALS" because you seem to have so much going on and honestly it's hard and stressful for everybody. I'm excited for the semester to come to an end, but the waiting for the grades to come out, that is what's putting me on the edge. It's my fault if I don't do as well as I wanted to because coming down to the last weeks, you just get tired and lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138276894262794?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138276894262794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138276894262794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138276894262794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138276894262794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn31-free-write-about-what-ever-you.html' title='JN#31: FREE: Write about what ever you want.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138274885953057</id><published>2005-11-07T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T08:24:27.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#30: How do you write an essay?</title><content type='html'>I start out with some brainstorming ideals, and then I start free writing with some of the ideals I have. Next it good to put the free writing and the brainstorming ideals in an outline for you can make sure your essay is going in the right start. I usually start writing my rough draft, just to see were I'm at with my essay. Last I view my rough draft, and I make any corrections or improvements to the essay. Then the final thing I do is type up my final paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138274885953057?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138274885953057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138274885953057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138274885953057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138274885953057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn30-how-do-you-write-essay.html' title='JN#30: How do you write an essay?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138270666234238</id><published>2005-11-07T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:10:38.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#29: What is the best commercial you've ever seen?</title><content type='html'>The best commercial I have ever seen would have to be the one that comes out around the holidays. It has a baby boy and a grandmother end it, and it's also about  the cereal called cheerios. The grandmother uses the cheerios to show the baby where the rest of the family is located at. The baby gets sad because their so far way and that's when the grandmother says "We'll all be together for Christmas" and the baby starts to giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138270666234238?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138270666234238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138270666234238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138270666234238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138270666234238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn29-what-is-best-commercial-youve.html' title='JN#29: What is the best commercial you&apos;ve ever seen?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138267310346763</id><published>2005-11-07T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:56:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?</title><content type='html'>Technology usage has it's ups and downs as for as I'm concerned. One think with technology that I hate is when you are ready to type up a paper for class on the computer, you have written the paper before hand on paper so it looks long enough, but once you type it all out on computer it seems as if all the writhing you have done on paper is just a paragraph on the computer. Another thing with dealing with technology is their is so much stuff you have to remember whether it's programs, passwords, and information for certain web site. The last thing I hate when it comes to technology is that it's everywhere I use computers at work, home and at school it's a never ending system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138267310346763?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138267310346763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138267310346763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138267310346763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138267310346763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn28-what-do-hate-most-about-using.html' title='JN#28: What do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138250952280472</id><published>2005-11-07T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:57:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?</title><content type='html'>One imporant piece of technology I enjoy using would have to be my cell phone because it's convenient to get a hold of me or for me to contact my family or friends. My cell phone has so much value to me because that's my way of getting in contact with my friends that I don't see on a daily basic. And since I'm in school or at work more of the time it just comes easy just to pick up my cell and give them a call when I have a little time to spare. Another reason why my cell phone is an imporant piece of technology is because when I didn't have a cell phone, that made me wish I had a cell phone; between waiting to use the house phone or having to get off the phone because someone in the house had to make and important call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138250952280472?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138250952280472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138250952280472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138250952280472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138250952280472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn27-what-is-one-piece-of-technology.html' title='JN#27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138248116195038</id><published>2005-11-07T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:57:04.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JNI#26: FREE: Write what ever you want</title><content type='html'>I really can't hardly wait for Thanksgiving day to come I'm ready to pig out. And to have a couple of days off isn't bad either. It just seemed so long since last Thanksgiving that lately I have been having craving for all that food that is served on Thanksgiving day. Just getting together with family and eating good food is well worth it. And that means Christmas is right around the corner so then I'll have to get ready for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138248116195038?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138248116195038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138248116195038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138248116195038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138248116195038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jni26-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title='JNI#26: FREE: Write what ever you want'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113138243370278741</id><published>2005-11-07T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:33:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#25: FREE: Write what ever you want.</title><content type='html'>Recently I went back to working at my old job, I figure things would still be pretty much the same. I was completely wrong, everything was different from what I had been use to. I found myself having to learn a lot more new things. All the people I use to work with had all went to different jobs, and their was only two people left that I remembered. It was weird the first couple of days trying to get things down and working with new people, but after those days I started to get comfortable and use to the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113138243370278741?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113138243370278741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113138243370278741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138243370278741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113138243370278741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn25-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title='JN#25: FREE: Write what ever you want.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113095396476878731</id><published>2005-11-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:33:00.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?</title><content type='html'>If someone was to cut in front of me in the movie line I would let them know"hey you cut in front of me." I would be polite about it assuming they didn't realize I was waiting in line. But some people can be so rude and think they running things. Some people take things to the head nad want to start something out of nothing. Some people seem to turn the littlest incident as cutting in front of someone in line into a huge ordeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113095396476878731?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113095396476878731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113095396476878731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113095396476878731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113095396476878731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn24-what-would-you-do-if-someone-got.html' title='JN#24: What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113095135648302172</id><published>2005-11-02T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:32:31.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JNI#23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?</title><content type='html'>If I ordered an ice cream cone and I didn't have the money to pay for it I would basically explain my reason why. Hopefully I would be with some one who has money to pay for my ice cream. That would be so embarrassing not to have money to pay for something as little as a ice cream cone. But things like that seems to all ways happen to me because, I all way change purses so, I end up forgetting to take everything I need out of the purse I'm not wearing. I just hope it wouldn't happen with something bigger than an ice cream cone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113095135648302172?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113095135648302172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113095135648302172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113095135648302172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113095135648302172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jni23-what-would-you-do-if-you-ordered.html' title='JNI#23: What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-113095022855603187</id><published>2005-11-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:51:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN #22 Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.</title><content type='html'>I feel I have been discriminated against specially when I go into to Asian own stores. I get the vibe that their watching me as if, they feel I'm going to steal from. It doesn't matter if you been going to the store for years, they still feel as if your a threat to them. So lately I have decided since I feel uncomfortable with their service, I should take my business elsewhere. Because I feel their not going to change their ways, so why should I put myself in a situation where I feel I don't belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-113095022855603187?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/113095022855603187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=113095022855603187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113095022855603187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/113095022855603187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn-22-have-you-ever-been-discriminated.html' title='JN #22 Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112896576456583295</id><published>2005-10-10T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:27:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 21What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you</title><content type='html'>If I woke up in another country and no one could understand me I would be terrfied. I wouldn't be able to ask any one for help, they would probably look at me differently. the surroundings and the people would be different from what I would be use to, there would'nt be that comfort zone, that your use to when you are familiar wiht your surrounfings. I would be completely lost, however i would have to manage to get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112896576456583295?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112896576456583295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112896576456583295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112896576456583295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112896576456583295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-21what-would-you-do-if-you-woke-up.html' title='JN# 21What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112896525490796149</id><published>2005-10-10T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:52:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 20 Free Writing</title><content type='html'>I feel so stressed out right now, it's like nothing working out how it should be. But I keep trying to stay positive, because I know end the end it will all work out for the best. However I'm getting impatient with all the waiting. I'm the type of person "who has to see it, to believe it" that could be the reason why nothing is working out for me. Sometimes I call myself telling others they need to be more patience and positive and it will all work out. I guess I need to learn to take my own advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112896525490796149?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112896525490796149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112896525490796149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112896525490796149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112896525490796149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-20-free-writing.html' title='JN# 20 Free Writing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112853243691701475</id><published>2005-10-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:51:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 19 What would you do if you saw a little bug in your salad?</title><content type='html'>The first thing I would do is take back the salad, because there's no way I'm going to eat around a bug. I don't care how tiny it is, I refuse to eat food that contains things that are not suppose to be in the ingredents. That would probably leave me feeling sick to the point were I wouldn't want them redoing my order. Expericening that would make uncomfortable so I wouldn't to eat their food, so I just end up asking for my money back. I would probably be unable to go back to that place again becasue of the problem with the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112853243691701475?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112853243691701475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112853243691701475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112853243691701475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112853243691701475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-19-what-would-you-do-if-you-saw.html' title='JN# 19 What would you do if you saw a little bug in your salad?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112896466547204654</id><published>2005-10-04T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:51:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#18 If i could give any gift in the world, what would I give &amp; to whom?</title><content type='html'>If I could give any gift in the world it would be to relief stress. The person I would give this gift to would be my mother. Just because she does so much, and by her doing so much it tends to stress her out. If I could really give this gift to her or any body else I believe that would be a good gift to receive. However people tend to want fortune, clothing, and jewerly but what's all that if you are stressing out about every little thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112896466547204654?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112896466547204654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112896466547204654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112896466547204654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112896466547204654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn18-if-i-could-give-any-gift-in-world.html' title='JN#18 If i could give any gift in the world, what would I give &amp; to whom?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112792785125577974</id><published>2005-09-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:35:57.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 17 What would happen if animal could talk?</title><content type='html'>If animals could talk I think they would have a lot to discuss with humans. For starter, they might tell us they don't like certain thing we do or they'll tell us what they want done differently. However this would come in hand because then animals could tell us when something was wrong or if they just needed quality time. Even though that's a good thing, if animals could talk it's can also have a bad outcome. Because some people share their deepest secrets with their pets, but by them knowing this they could share the secrets  with other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112792785125577974?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792785125577974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112792785125577974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792785125577974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792785125577974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-17-what-would-happen-if-animal.html' title='JN# 17 What would happen if animal could talk?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112792761441152968</id><published>2005-09-28T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T08:35:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 16 What would happen if there was no T.V.?</title><content type='html'>If there was no t.v. this would be bad, because that's one way we get our information about certain things occurring around the world and locally. Not just that, t.v. provides entertainment, without that people would have to find something else around the house to provide a source of entertainment. It's easy just to come home from work or school and just turn on the t.v. and watch one of you favorite shows or a movie. To me it would just seem boring not having a t.v. around to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112792761441152968?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792761441152968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112792761441152968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792761441152968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792761441152968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-16-what-would-happen-if-there-was.html' title='JN# 16 What would happen if there was no T.V.?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112792715348751381</id><published>2005-09-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:23:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 15 Free Writing</title><content type='html'>The other day was my first day on the job. I was completely stressed out about the job, it was harder than I thought it would be. I never been in telemarketing before so, I really did have the concept down. However, I don't want to quit just because the first day didn't go so well, I want to give it some time before I make the choose to find something else. Maybe I'll get better at it or maybe this job isn't for me, I guess only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112792715348751381?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792715348751381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112792715348751381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792715348751381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792715348751381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-15-free-writing.html' title='JN# 15 Free Writing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112792580126541896</id><published>2005-09-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:48:36.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 14 What would happen if I could become invisible?</title><content type='html'>If I was able to become invisible whenever I wanted to I would make myself invisible when I was having a problems. Say I needed to escape from a scary situation, all I would have to do is make my self invisible. Being able to turn yourself invisible would be a great because you wouldn't have to worry about being in a bad situation. That would be my escape to just about anything, it would also save a person like, my self from being embarrassed easily, because you wouldn't have to confront certain issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112792580126541896?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112792580126541896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112792580126541896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792580126541896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112792580126541896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-14-what-would-happen-if-i-could.html' title='JN# 14 What would happen if I could become invisible?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112689197929756108</id><published>2005-09-16T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:41:39.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 13 Something that really bugs me?</title><content type='html'>Something that really bugs me is when people decide to call me when I am asleep. Say for instance I call me friend at 7:00pm she won't decide to call me back until after 11:00pm. By then I either don't remember what I wanted to say or what I wanted to say was not important any more. Then they decide to make the conversation so short that it wasn't really necessary to even have called you back. By then I'm wide awake and can't even go back to sleep so I want to talk on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112689197929756108?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112689197929756108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112689197929756108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112689197929756108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112689197929756108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-13-something-that-really-bugs-me.html' title='JN# 13 Something that really bugs me?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112689194361955596</id><published>2005-09-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:51:45.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 12 What would happen it I could fly?</title><content type='html'>If I had to ability to fly wherever I wanted to I would travel across the world. I would travel to different places to see and experience different things. It would be cheap and I wouldn't have to worry about the high gas prices. It would also come in hand with daily activities I do such as: going to school, going to work, and visiting my friends. It would be so simply just to get out and fly wherever you wanted to go and actual be able to get there on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112689194361955596?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112689194361955596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112689194361955596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112689194361955596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112689194361955596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-12-what-would-happen-it-i-could-fly.html' title='JN# 12 What would happen it I could fly?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112689147455801397</id><published>2005-09-16T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:50:38.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 11 Favorite book and why?</title><content type='html'>My favorite book would have to be"Secret Pleasure"by Alexis Rhone , because it's interesting and realistic. It deal with a teenage girl that is having problems in her life. She befriend some older girls who eventually will led her into the wrong direction. At the end she finally realize that's not the path she want to take. That's when she starts to turn her life around, she starts to makes better judgment on the friends she chooses. Overall the book deals with the struggle of teenage life, the obstacle many teenage girls have to deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112689147455801397?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112689147455801397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112689147455801397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112689147455801397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112689147455801397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-11-favorite-book-and-why.html' title='JN# 11 Favorite book and why?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112680098962818461</id><published>2005-09-15T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:16:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 10 Free Writing</title><content type='html'>Today I'm very stressed out, it just seems like nothing working out for me. I really didn't think it would be so hard in college, but it's one those things you have to find out on your own. Yeah, I been told all the way up to the college that's it's was difficult but I just blew it off. I really believe I could do it all. But right now I really need to take it one step at a time. I got another job that's closer to were I live so, that should take some of the pressure off on me from having to travel all the way to Mesa. It also give me more time to concentrate on my assignment since I'll be getting home earlier to do them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112680098962818461?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112680098962818461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112680098962818461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112680098962818461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112680098962818461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-10-free-writing.html' title='JN# 10 Free Writing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112671887099730646</id><published>2005-09-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:36:51.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 9 Best Advice</title><content type='html'>Focus, focus, and focus! When you want to achieve something you must focus on the goal at hand. Growing up education has all ways been high on my list. However it was difficult, which made it feel like I wanted to give up. But focusing and determination made me try even hard to reach my goals. So now that I am in college I still use the same advice. This is the kind of advice that will never get old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112671887099730646?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112671887099730646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112671887099730646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112671887099730646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112671887099730646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-9-best-advice.html' title='JN# 9 Best Advice'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112654665271763526</id><published>2005-09-12T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T09:34:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jn# 8  Favorite song &amp; why?</title><content type='html'>I really don't have to a favorite song but if I had to choose it would have to be "Keep ya head up" by Tupac. The lyrics to the song is so positive and you can relate them, it also deals with what is going on in the world today. I just heard the song the other day, and it seems like it can never get old. There's really nothing negative about the song. I like the fact that in the song he is just speaking the truth about how it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112654665271763526?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112654665271763526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112654665271763526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112654665271763526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112654665271763526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-8-favorite-song-why.html' title='Jn# 8  Favorite song &amp; why?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112654524398989394</id><published>2005-09-12T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:31:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 7 My most indispensable possession &amp; why?</title><content type='html'>My most indispensable possession would have to be my cell phone. Just because I love to talk while being on the go. I'm able to talk on my cell phone without hearing "I need to use the phone" that's how it was with the home phone. It also comes in hand because a lot of my friends lives in different parts of Arizona, so its easier for them or myself to communicate with each other. Another reason why my cell phone is important is because, since I'm in college and not all ways at home my family is able to get in contact with me when they need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112654524398989394?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112654524398989394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112654524398989394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112654524398989394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112654524398989394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-7-my-most-indispensable-possession.html' title='JN# 7 My most indispensable possession &amp; why?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112619675999145948</id><published>2005-09-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:17:38.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 6 What is one difficulty you face while attending SMCC?</title><content type='html'>One difficulty I face is taking a full load of classes again. When I attended Mesa Community College in January I was only taking two class, which didn't consist of hardly any homework. So I have to get back into the mind set of taking a full load classes and get use to the schedule again. It's hard to get use to the classes and the assignments that go to each one. I think I need to get an organizer to write down all that I need to get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112619675999145948?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112619675999145948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112619675999145948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112619675999145948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112619675999145948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-6-what-is-one-difficulty-you-face.html' title='JN# 6 What is one difficulty you face while attending SMCC?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112619657592693112</id><published>2005-09-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:03:56.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#5 What I noticed about myself...</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that I grow attach to a lot of things. Right now I'm searching for another job that's closer to where I live. I have only been working at my current job for 5 months but I like it there and I feel comfortable with the people who work there. And this was my very first real job so the opportunity they gave is what kept me working there this long. It's not the job that I am attach to its more so the people and the friendships I have gained. It is hard to let something like this go but I know its for the best. The end result will basically be I'm going to have to let go but from this experience I will leave with some real good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112619657592693112?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112619657592693112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112619657592693112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112619657592693112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112619657592693112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn5-what-i-noticed-about-myself.html' title='JN#5 What I noticed about myself...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112559005434798470</id><published>2005-09-01T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:14:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#4 Something I notice about myself today...</title><content type='html'>Today I noticed that I can relate to my cousin about almost anything. If one of us has an issue we turn to one another for advice. For so long, we have been so close, but the last couple of months we drifted our separate ways. Its just amazing how we have grown so much but still can relate to one another. I didn't realize how much we were alike until recently when we really started to catch up with each other certain things. The reason why I believe we can relate to one another is because we both go through similar situations. Its remarkable how we both can trust one another with problems we may have. She knows I will never judge her and I know she will never judge me, that's what keeps our bond between one another so tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112559005434798470?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112559005434798470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112559005434798470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112559005434798470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112559005434798470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn4-something-i-notice-about-myself.html' title='JN#4 Something I notice about myself today...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112543211182600444</id><published>2005-08-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:08:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#3  What I do when I'm bored?</title><content type='html'>When I'm bored and there's nothing to do I tend to eat junk foods. I just have cravings for really sweet things. When that get old I usually talk on the phone with my friends or go out with them just to get out of the house. I rather go out with my friends then be in the house by myself . Usually when we go out we go to the mall and shop, if there's any good movies playing we might go and see one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112543211182600444?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112543211182600444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112543211182600444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112543211182600444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112543211182600444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn3-what-i-do-when-im-bored.html' title='JN#3  What I do when I&apos;m bored?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112533632983294483</id><published>2005-08-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:05:28.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 2 Who is your hero?</title><content type='html'>My hero is my mom she's been through so much in her life. It just amazes me how she seems to all ways have a good sense of humor about things. She never gives up, even when things seem like they will never get better. By seeing the motivation in her, that keeps me striving for the best. As a parent she all ways encourage me to do better and to make the right choices. Even though, she knows I'm going to make my share of mistakes. I know I can count on her not to judge me for my wrong doings. End the end she'll be the one that will help me overcome my problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112533632983294483?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112533632983294483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112533632983294483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112533632983294483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112533632983294483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn-2-who-is-your-hero.html' title='JN# 2 Who is your hero?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928670.post-112533617025772912</id><published>2005-08-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:57:26.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#1: Who are you?</title><content type='html'>My name is Ashley Lewis and I am 18 years old. I was born here in Arizona, were I attended Camelback H.S. later transfering to South Pointe H.S. were I graduated. I currently work at my favorite clothing store Rave. I enjoy working there because its a positive environment and the employee discounts not bad either! In my free time I usually talk on the phone, go out with my cousins or go shopping. The reason why I'm attending college is to better educate myself and to hopefully get a degree in the career I want to be in. However, at this time I'm undecided of what I want to major in. In 10 years I see myself having a successful career and even having a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928670-112533617025772912?l=ashxt42911x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/feeds/112533617025772912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928670&amp;postID=112533617025772912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112533617025772912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928670/posts/default/112533617025772912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashxt42911x.blogspot.com/2005/08/jn1-who-are-you.html' title='JN#1: Who are you?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13241243592273578502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/29/41307809_60d22be453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
