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  <title>Ram In Real Life</title>
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  <updated>2008-05-09T03:15:55Z</updated>
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    <title>We have something to  hide.</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T03:15:55Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Stop and Stare- One Republic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was quite interesting during second period. While I was working on my Career and Technical Education senior slide show, I picked up the camera in the Instructional technology office so I could take a few pictures. I walked downstairs towards the foods hallway where I reached a set of closed doors. Now usually these door are always open, occasionally closed due to some idiot pulling on them, but as i walked through the doors to the foods hallway when a police office with a metal wand detector starts yelling at me. " GO AROUND THE OTHER HALLWAY!" Fearfully, I turned around readying myself to take the other hallway when I realized, I needed to get into the classrooms of that hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hesitantly turned back around and opened my mouth. " &lt;font size="2"&gt;uhm....i need to get into those classrooms.&lt;font size="4"&gt;" He let me into the hallway when I was met by three dean's assistants, the school's police liason, and another officer. I walked towards the classrooms watching them out of the corner of my eye, seeing them scan students with the wand and searching for illegal items. Thats when I realized &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; they had to close those hallway doors. They expect our school to be so bad that we would try to outrun three dean's assistants and two cops. It was unspoken why the doors were closed. Just common sense due to the &lt;i&gt;history &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;reputation&lt;/i&gt; of our school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I quickly walked into Mrs. Gaa's work program class to take a few pictures. I stayed in her room for five minutes afraid that one of the officers would grabs me and search me as well. My phone was on, which is punishable by a detention. So I quickly walked out of the classroom and walked into the food's class next door. I took pictures of some of the seniors cooking some eggs, hash browns, and bacon. Then i quickly walked out of that hallway, walking all the way around towards my accounting class. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our school seems to be put down by these&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;random searches. &lt;/i&gt;We are put off as a 'ghetto school.' But in reality the only ghetto thing about this school is the lame pranks these kids try to pull. Thanks to some students from South Elgin HIgh School for setting off some M-80 firecrackers, OUR school is being searched occasionally. Like we would do something so childish as that. We really don't have anything to hide. Well, except for our cell phones turned on in class, texting and texting when the teacher "isn't looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Oldest One.</title>
    <published>2008-04-11T02:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T02:50:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sandra's Melodious Voice on the Phone.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So my cousin just bought a new car. A Subaru WRX if anyone is wondering. And he came over just before i started writing this, and showed off his new car. His two brothers were in the car along with me. We conversated driving around, seeing how fast it can go. But I realized that my cousin subconciously holds a longer conversation to who ever is next in line by age. He basically talked to me the whole car ride, but said very little to his brothers. I recall a few weeks back when we went paintballing, he talked to my older cousin the whole drive there. Subconsciously, I dont think he's aware of it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On another note, in the last few weeks, I noticed that the older one the brothers or older one of sisters are usually the mature one in certain situations. My sister and my older cousins brothers can be assholes when I see them talk to the older brother or sister. Like when I;m talking to my mom and my sister buds in, she just gives an attitude. She is such a bitch when she know I cant do anything when my parents are around. She acts like a retard when my dad tells her to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My cousin's little brother just swears at him when they're having a regular conversation. I don't know. Maybe its just me thinking that younger siblings are little bitches when it comes to certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Something happy though is that I get to dress up tomorrow to go on a field trip. Going to the Chicago Board of Trade and the Federal Bank Reserve doesnt sound all that interesting, but getting out of school and dressing up for a field trip is pretty awesome. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>What Is Role Model</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T03:39:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who is your role model? Some look up to those close to them that, in their eyes, are elder and wise. Age and experience means very little of being a role model. "Who is my role model?" To be able to set and choose your role model is something you are positive about. "I want to be like them."&amp;nbsp; "He's so intelligent and wise." But what can you say when a role model of yours acts less mature than you are. Can you say that that person still is your role model, your idol. Courage is something you must earn to be able to be a role model. People watch and analyze your actions. It hurts to hear that your role model has done something negative that you cant control. You start to lose faith in believing he can be responsible.&amp;nbsp; He seeks for acceptance while you, the fan of this role model, seeks for guidance from him. What can you do if he does the bad things that others wont be happy with. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you look dumb-founded and act like you never would have thought that person would do such a thing. We seek for guidance. We look for one that would guide us to something wonderful. "Who is my role model?" Able to talk to someone and give advice.&amp;nbsp; You take advice to the heart.&amp;nbsp; We listen to those in trouble. We take in what they say. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never lose faith. What keeps you strong and persistent is someone or something to innovate you. Though that person may do bad things, they will always make a difference in change. Who is my role model? Family. Family keeps me struggling. It keeps me motivated in my life goals. I look on all of them as a Role Model. Whether it is friendship, advice, love, assurance, or hope. Who is my role model? Family.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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