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		<title>My Trip to Brazil &#8211; Owen</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I sat in the car two days before our flight, I thought to myself about what my trip might be like, fortunately, in this essay I have written about what actually happened, not what I thought would happen. We boarded the plane the day after Christmas in Newark, New Jersey and the weather was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman">As I sat in the car two days before our flight, I thought to myself about what my trip might be like, fortunately, in this essay I have written about what actually happened, not what I thought would happen. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">We boarded the plane the day after Christmas in Newark, New Jersey and the weather was extremely cold and gray. We disembarked from the plane 10 hours later and were almost blinded by the heat and beauty of Sao Paulo. All in all, we waited in line for two hours in customs and immigration.</font><span id="more-36"></span></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Claudio and Renato, our drivers, met us at the food court and bought us Coke and pao de queijo, which is cheese inside a bread ball. For two long hours, my brothers Shane, Hugh, and I sat in the car and observed the totally different surroundings in Brazil compared to Tarrytown. The houses looked shabby, made of things you would find in a junkyard. There were palm trees along the highway and it was 95 degrees out. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">We arrived at our friendsâ€™ orange farm. After we unpacked, we devoured a delectable appetizer of assorted meats. We were surprised to find out that that was only an appetizer, as the portion was so huge and lunch was still to come. After lunch, we played in the pool with our friendsâ€™ dogs, Otis and Ruby. They always barked and nipped at us when we jumped into the pool. When we emerged from the water, we would splash water in the dogsâ€™ faces and they would try to eat it.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">The following day, we left at 6 am to travel to Gipoia, an island close to Rio de Janeiro, and this tedious drive lasted 7 hours. That day most of our hostsâ€™ relatives gathered there and we all made new friends. We stayed at an old farmhouse from the 1700â€™s where they used to grow coffee and had kept slaves. There were three buildings &#8211; the main house where we ate and some people slept and two small guest houses. Many people worked at the island and they catered to our every need, which was great.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">The most fantastic thing we did was celebrate New Yearâ€™s Eve. For dinner we ate a suckling pig with juicy fruits such as golden pineapples (abacaxi in Portuguese), passion fruit, grapes, pears, and other fruits encircling it. After this delectable meal, we went outside and danced since there was a DJ and a guitar player. At 12 oâ€™clock we strolled down to the beach and jumped seven waves for good luck and to praise the sea goddess. We wore all white to start off the New Year with peace. When we returned from the beach, we lit off fireworks, which looked vibrant from up close. We danced until long after midnight and fell asleep exhausted.</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">We also had a blast riding the banana boat, which is an inflated tube that we sat on while we were towed behind a motor boat. As we sped up to approximately 20 miles per hour, the waves would rise and the banana boat would be tossed up in the water with us on top of it. Most of the time we were able to withstand these bounces, which only happened when the banana boat soared three feet or more off the water. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">I enjoyed an abundance of food that Iâ€™ve never tasted before on this trip. I really savored the passion fruit, which has yellow skin, an orange colored liquid inside and black seeds that youâ€™re not supposed to chew. Passion fruit is supposed to relax you and if you eat too much you fall asleep. I also drank Swiss lemonade, which is a delicious lime drink. In addition, I consumed much rice, beans and meat. The only food that I really disliked was the roast pig, because it was fatty and tasted like undercooked chicken.Â Â </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">Â It was fascinating that the people we hung out with could speak both Portuguese and English. This motivated me to learn Portuguese, which is a beautiful language. Itâ€™s similar to Spanish and many Portuguese-speaking people understand you if you speak Spanish. When we left Brazil, I was the one in my family who learned the most Portuguese. </font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman">On my trip in Brazil I had many phenomenal experiences and I have stated some of them in this essay. I hope to share these incredible highlights of my trip with all who read my story.Â  </font></p>
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		<title>Welcome!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Welcome to Mrs. Osnow&#8217;s Class Blog! The sixth grade language arts students have been diligently writing wonderful stories all year and are eager to share their most recent essays with you. Enjoy!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Welcome to Mrs. Osnow&#8217;s Class Blog! The sixth grade language arts students have been diligently writing wonderful stories all year and are eager to share their most recent essays with you. Enjoy!</p>
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		<title>My Ideal Holiday &#8211; MacKenzie</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I will wake up, excited on Christmas eve to find puffy, white, snowflakes swirling outside my window. They make detailed, delicate, patterns of frost on the cold, transparent glass. My warm, quick breath fogs up the view and melts the lacy doily of ice. I exuberantly throw back the gauzy, white curtains, open the window [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font color="#008000">I will wake up, excited on Christmas eve to find puffy, white, snowflakes swirling outside my window. They make detailed, delicate, patterns of frost on the cold, transparent glass. My warm, quick breath fogs up the view and melts the lacy doily of ice. I exuberantly throw back the gauzy, white curtains, open the window and stick my head out to catch some of the lazily drifting flakes on my tongue. The tiny bits of ice land on my face and freeze onto my eyebrows and lashes making my pale cheeks flush a rosy red and my breath freezes in the snowy air. <span id="more-12"></span><br />
Â Jubilantly, I jump on the springy, quilted bed quietly singing to myself, â€œItâ€™s snowing, itâ€™s snowingâ€. Then I throw on my fuzzy slippers and cozy, warm bathrobe and silently tiptoe down the mahogany wood staircase. I leap across the doormat not bothering with a coat and find my way outside. I dance around in the snow, making the first tracks in the undisturbed, white blanket that covers my world. I admire the beauty of the white of the snow against the green of the evergreen trees. I proceed to grab a handful of snow to eat and run back inside before my toes and nose freeze.<br />
Â I retreat to the safe haven of my room and crawl back into bed to read my novel before my parents awaken. By the time everyone is groomed and dressed and at least partially awake, it is 10:30 and I am starving. My mother and I prepare a large breakfast of eggs and waffles. I wolf down my breakfast and hurriedly bundle up in hat, gloves, scarf, jacket and boots. Finally, I can dash outside to join my friends.<br />
Â By now the snow has accumulated so much that you canâ€™t even see the little blades of dead grass poking out above the white landscape. Luckily, my tracks have been covered up and my mother doesnâ€™t know that Iâ€™ve already been outside. I sneak up behind my next door neighbor and hurl a big glop of snow down her neck. She returns the gesture and more children join in. Pretty soon, everyone is involved in a full fledged snow war with forts, back up troops and reserves of snowballs. We battle until we are all soaked and freezing and then creep back to each of our own houses. To thaw myself out, I enjoy a long, hot shower which warms me from the inside out, melting the ice from my red nose.<br />
Â To complete the perfect day, my family has a delicious dinner of crisp, perfectly cooked, golden honeyed turkey, with mashed potatoes as fluffy and light as the snow outside, tender, green broccoli that melts in your mouth and garlic bread. Dessert is the best part of the meal. We have peach pie with a flakey, golden brown, buttery, rich crust. The fruit is sweet and juicy.<br />
Â After dinner, we retire to the living room and sit by the crackling, hot fire. The smoky scent and the soft, comfortable chairs make me tired but I stay awake, fueled by excitement and anticipation for the day to come. We play a quick round of Monopoly and put out cookies for Santa before going to bed. I lay awake for a few moments before falling into a deep sleep filled with dreams of Christmas.<br />
Â At the first signs of light in the morning, I spring out of bed and rouse my parents from their deep sleep by bouncing on their bed. â€œWake up, wake upâ€ I cry. They pretend to be awake and getting up but fall back to sleep when I leave. After I have my slippers and robe on, I return to pull them out of bed and down the stairs. My jaw drops when I see our stockings that are hanging from the mantel piece. They are filled to the top, bulging and overflowing with gifts. I pause to admire the Christmas tree, which glows and reflects the white light of the snow outside. Then I make a bee-line, aiming straight for the gifts stacked under the tree. They look so pretty in their brightly colored papers, all perfectly wrapped. They sit there nestled under the green pine boughs that are covered with white lights and tinsel. The glass ornaments reflect the scene in their curved sides. I pull out a giant bow addressed to me. It is neatly wrapped in red paper and has a giant green bow on top. I pull these off and am completely surprised by what I see. My eyes light up, and my mouth curves into an immense grin.</font></p>
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