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	<title>Ms.Cristella's Class Blog &#187; Elina</title>
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		<title>Snow Plow</title>
		<link>http://tufsdblogs.org/ccristella/2008/04/19/snow-plow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:42:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ccristella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Christian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Elina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jared]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Noel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personification Poems]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Snow Plow A Personification Poem By Elina, Noel, Chris, Jared It cleans up the streets like people on Earth Day. It rumbles like a hungry stomach. It gulps snowâ€¦ â€œGullllpp!â€ It rakes like neighbors in fall. It has a big, yellow snout like a monster. â€œHUNGRY FOR MORE!â€ says the snowplow.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Snow Plow<br />
A Personification Poem By Elina, Noel, Chris, Jared  </p>
<p>It cleans up the streets<br />
like people on Earth Day.  </p>
<p>It rumbles<br />
like a hungry stomach. </p>
<p>It gulps snowâ€¦<br />
â€œGullllpp!â€</p>
<p>It rakes<br />
like neighbors in fall.  </p>
<p>It has a big, yellow snout<br />
like a monster.  </p>
<p>â€œHUNGRY FOR MORE!â€ says the snowplow.  </p>
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		<title>Kittens</title>
		<link>http://tufsdblogs.org/ccristella/2008/04/19/kittens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ccristella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Onomotopoeia Poems]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Kittens An Onomatopoeia Poem by Elina Oh! The kitten was born. â€œMeow!â€ â€œMeow!â€ goes the kitten wanting food. â€œHiss!â€ the kitten hunts. â€œShhh, shhâ€ a kitten is sleeping.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kittens<br />
An Onomatopoeia Poem by Elina</p>
<p>Oh! The kitten was born.<br />
â€œMeow!â€ â€œMeow!â€ goes the kitten wanting food.<br />
â€œHiss!â€ the kitten hunts.<br />
â€œShhh, shhâ€ a kitten is sleeping.</p>
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		<title>Musical Instruments from the Ishangi Family</title>
		<link>http://tufsdblogs.org/ccristella/2008/03/22/musical-instruments-from-the-ishangi-family/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 20:46:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ccristella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Christian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Elina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Malik]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Malik, Christian, Elina The Ishangi family dancers have lots of instruments to play. The drums have a strong beat. The little kids use the drum sticks to bang on the drums. The adults play hard and fast using drum sticks or their hands. They use animal skins and wood to make their drums. The [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>By Malik, Christian, Elina</p>
<p>The Ishangi family dancers have lots of instruments to play.  The drums have a strong beat.  The little kids use the drum sticks to bang on the drums.  The adults play hard and fast using drum sticks or their hands.  They use animal skins and wood to make their drums.  The women carry gourd shakers to different places because it is light.  A gourd shaker is a squash that is dried for 6 months.  There is a net with beads and when you rub it against the surface it makes a sound.  Another instrument is the bells on their feet.  Each bell bracelet represents 1 person in their family.  </p>
<p>The Ishangi family instruments help play different sounds and beats. Music is very important to the people of Ghana.  </p>
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		<title>I Love My Winter</title>
		<link>http://tufsdblogs.org/ccristella/2008/01/13/i-love-my-winter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ccristella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Winter Sensory Poems]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I Love My Winter By Elina I see families sleighing My sister fell in a bush. â€œMommy, Iâ€™m stuck under here!â€ â€œDun, Dun, Dunâ€¦â€ The cold wind is blowing in my face. My sister and I are eating marshmallows â€Yummmmmâ€ Fluffy white- my favorite! Mom is cooking fresh cookies â€œYummmâ€¦ my favorite I smell the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I Love My Winter<br />
By Elina </p>
<p>I see families sleighing<br />
My sister fell in a bush.<br />
â€œMommy, Iâ€™m stuck under here!â€ </p>
<p>â€œDun, Dun, Dunâ€¦â€<br />
The cold wind is blowing in my face.  </p>
<p>My sister and I are eating marshmallows<br />
â€Yummmmmâ€<br />
Fluffy white- my favorite! </p>
<p>Mom is cooking fresh cookies<br />
â€œYummmâ€¦ my favorite<br />
I smell the steam from the stove.</p>
<p>â€œCrunch, Crunchâ€<br />
My snow suit is moving in the snow.</p>
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		<title>The Polar Express</title>
		<link>http://tufsdblogs.org/ccristella/2007/12/22/the-polar-express-8/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 00:33:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ccristella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Polar Express Stories]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Polar Express Elinaâ€™s Version I was sleeping and I heard a train. â€œTOOT!â€ I got out of bed and went to the door. I walked out and the conductor asked, â€œDo you want to go on the train?â€ I said yes. I got on the train and I went over the hills and in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Polar Express<br />
Elinaâ€™s Version</p>
<p>I was sleeping and I heard a train.  â€œTOOT!â€ I got out of bed and went to the door.  I walked out and the conductor asked, â€œDo you want to go on the train?â€ I said yes.  </p>
<p>I got on the train and I went over the hills and in the woods and I arrived at the North Pole! I saw Santa Claus.  I asked if I could go with him on his sleigh.  He gave me the bell that fell off his sleigh.  </p>
<p>I got back on the train and the train took me home.  The bell was in my pocket.  I asked my mom if she believes in Santa.  She said yes.  â€œThen you can hear the bell!â€ I said.     THE END.</p>
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		<title>My Trip to Pennsylvania</title>
		<link>http://tufsdblogs.org/ccristella/2007/12/09/my-trip-to-pennsylvania/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 00:45:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ccristella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Elina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Memoirs]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[A Memoir by Elina I remember a time when I went to Pennsylvania. I was five years old. It took a long time to get there! I played video games and I fell asleep for four hours. When I got there we went to Sesame Street Place. I was with my cousin, my sister, and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A Memoir by Elina</p>
<p>I remember a time when I went to Pennsylvania.  I was five years old.  It took a long time to get there! I played video games and I fell asleep for four hours.</p>
<p>When I got there we went to Sesame Street Place.  I was with my cousin, my sister, and my aunt and my mom.</p>
<p>Sesame Street Place is a theme park that has water rides and dry rides.  I went on lots of rides.</p>
<p>My favorite ride was the Rubber Ducky ride.  The line was soooo long.  We told someone so we can go on the ride faster.</p>
<p>I took pictures with Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Big Bird.</p>
<p>I ate hot dogs and ice cream and my sister ate a cheeseburger and ice cream and my cousin ate a hot dog too.  </p>
<p>It was dark so we had to go back to the hotel.  When we got there we fell asleep.  I dreamed that I was with my dad.</p>
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