<?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-15928588</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:10:27.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shamiran's Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113138068851124688</id><published>2005-11-07T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:24:48.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal#31what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;About how can I keep up with all my responsibly without? Going crazy first prepare a monthly calendar. Circle test and exam days. This way those don’t sneak up on you unexpectedly. Make up a study schedule, and makeup a sheet listing the days and hours of a week .Fill in you work and class hour. It’s better to study a little every day. Then schedule study hours for you hardest class for the time you fell most energetic .use to do list. This is the secret that will get you through college .write a list once a week what you have to do. Do first the important things done first then secondly you don’t finish can moved to you next list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113138068851124688?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113138068851124688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113138068851124688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113138068851124688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113138068851124688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/11/journal31what-ever-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113138065074167362</id><published>2005-11-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:24:10.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To write an essay first getting started through prewriting. When you start writing start with scratch outline then write the first Draft. Reviewing and Editing.&lt;br /&gt;When you start prewriting write what ever you come to your mind about your topic. Questing what you think about your topic by writing down a series of question words like what, when, why and how. Then clustering another prewriting strategy can use starting your subject in a few words on paper. Then the ideas will come to you circle the subject and draw lines to connect them to subject. Make a list of idea and details.&lt;br /&gt; Make the reader interest in your essay and express the central idea of an essay and layout plan of development of main supporting details for the central idea. Ask questions those you intend to answer in your essay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113138065074167362?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113138065074167362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113138065074167362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113138065074167362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113138065074167362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-write-essay-first-getting-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113078148628212357</id><published>2005-10-31T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:58:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#29: What is the best commercial you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I saw this move about tuck never last. The best move I saw. It’s about the family they never die. Because they dirked from the spring water, From city to city they ran no one knew their secret except some but they were not shore. The young boy saw the young girl and letter they got in love and told her the secret about him that his hundred years old because he drinks the spring water he can die and stays young. The young girl didn’t tell&lt;br /&gt;So every body doesn’t go and drink .The tuck family want to die but they can’t. Finally he told her to go and drink so they stay to gather she remember what’s tuck dad say to her so she decided to not drink and live normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113078148628212357?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113078148628212357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113078148628212357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113078148628212357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113078148628212357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn29-what-is-best-commercial-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113077926789870120</id><published>2005-10-31T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:21:07.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN#28: What About using technology in class is computer .if you don’t know how to use computer very will it’s very hard .Because everything you do is on computer, most my homework on computer. I like computer technology, but am not easy to remember every detail about it and some times it make you fostered. Technology it’s important to lean’s. Because even at work you have to know compute technology. every were you go you see computers do hate most about using technology in class, in life, in general?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113077926789870120?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113077926789870120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113077926789870120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113077926789870120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113077926789870120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn28-what-about-using-technology-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113044241400803984</id><published>2005-10-27T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:46:54.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1492/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1492/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN#27: What is the one piece of technology you enjoy using?&lt;br /&gt;I like computer .because I learn new things every day. Example how to type, how to check my homework, and my grades, how to Email my friends. Computer is very good to learn. Because they teach you lot about what’s going on around the worlds. The computer is best technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113044241400803984?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113044241400803984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113044241400803984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113044241400803984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113044241400803984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn27-what-is-one-piece-of-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113044102630203325</id><published>2005-10-27T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:23:46.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1492/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1492/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN#26: FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;About the Christian in turkey .they don’t have freedom. They can even see they are Christian. If they see they are Christian they will be killed by Muslim .Muslim killed all the Christian in turkey long ago. Every 25 year past the muslam they use to go and killed all the man and take the young girls rape them and make them slaves. They call every 25 years frman kill Christian. The Christian people have money ran away and the one they didn’t have money they died. My families are from Turkey they ran a way to Syria during the Frman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113044102630203325?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113044102630203325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113044102630203325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113044102630203325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113044102630203325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn26-free-write-what-ever-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-113001244223719919</id><published>2005-10-22T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:22:45.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The story a bout charlottes web and Wilber the pig&lt;br /&gt;Once at the farm a little pig was born very small and weak. The farmer was going to kill the little pig. Because then he was smaller the other pigs. When his daughter knew he was going to kill the pig, she got upset and told him if I was born small will you kill me too. The farmer got sad and changes his mind and told her she can take good care of him .So she named him Wilber. She loved Wilber a lot .when Wilber grow older; her dad told her he is going to sell him. So her uncle bought Wilber. Wilber made a very good friend charlottes .when Wilber knew the farmer is going to kill him, he was very sad he. So When Charlottes knew why Wilber is sad she primes to help Wilber to stays a life so charlottes write a miracle on her web that he is some pig after that every one came to see the miracle on charlottes web that written Some pig .finally the farmer change he thought about Wilber that he is a miracle pig .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-113001244223719919?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/113001244223719919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=113001244223719919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113001244223719919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/113001244223719919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-bout-charlottes-web-and-wilber.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112896627737922847</id><published>2005-10-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:48:24.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what I will do if someone got in front of you when you werein line at the movies&lt;br /&gt;If someone got in front of me at the movies. I will not like it and I will tell them to go back and find were is the end of the line, and it is not nice of them how to get front somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;And how they will fell if someone else take there place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112896627737922847?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112896627737922847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112896627737922847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112896627737922847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112896627737922847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-i-will-do-if-someone-got-in-front.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112896530667774626</id><published>2005-10-10T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:28:26.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal#23 What would I do if you order an ice cream and forgot to bring money&lt;br /&gt;If I order ice cream and didn,t have money. I will return the ice cream ,and tell the ice cream man the truth. That I forgot my money at the house.If he dosn,t belife me it,s to bad .I  can not do somthing about it, only if he let me go home and get my money. I thing you can tell if some one lie or if he is telling the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112896530667774626?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112896530667774626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112896530667774626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112896530667774626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112896530667774626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal23-what-would-i-do-if-you-order.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112896408582978137</id><published>2005-10-10T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:08:05.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal#22 Have you ever been discriminate against&lt;br /&gt;one time I been discrimnate at the post office. When I went to sand prasent to my sister,the man who helped me he wasn,t very nice. He made fun of me.He thought I was Mexican. Then I told him I am not mexican I am from  syria middle East so he made extre fun .I did not like what he say. So I want to see the manager, and I told him about how his worker treat the customer .And I dont like it how the treat me, and how come the man work in post office with most the people come to the post office are fornor.So the manager said I will take care of him and leter I went back to see if he still there.But he wasn,t there .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112896408582978137?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112896408582978137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112896408582978137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112896408582978137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112896408582978137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal22-have-you-ever-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112845308579625286</id><published>2005-10-04T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:11:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal #21 what if I woke up in another country and no one understand you?&lt;br /&gt;If I woke up in another country and no one understand me It will be very hard and frustrated and I will fell the lonely in side like you are the only one in the world unhappy and sad I been there when I came to unite state I didn’t understand anybody and no one understand me either. I always fillet with loneness and unhappy. That very is very hardI dont want to go throug it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112845308579625286?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112845308579625286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112845308579625286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112845308579625286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112845308579625286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21-what-if-i-woke-up-in_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112845308347055406</id><published>2005-10-04T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:11:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal #21 what if I woke up in another country and no one understand you?&lt;br /&gt;If I woke up in another country and no one understand me It will be very hard and frustrated and I will fell the lonely in side like you are the only one in the world unhappy and sad I been there when I came to unite state I didn’t understand anybody and no one understand me either. I always fillet with loneness and unhappy. That very is very hardI dont want to go throug it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112845308347055406?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112845308347055406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112845308347055406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112845308347055406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112845308347055406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-21-what-if-i-woke-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112845129833180178</id><published>2005-10-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:41:38.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal #20 free writing           &lt;br /&gt;What I do every day. I come to college to learn .when I am done. I go home and study. Then my kids came from school they watch TV for one hour after that I set with them and help them on there homework tell 8:00 pm at 9:00pm I put then to bed. Then I start on my home work tell I finish them.after that I go to bed. On Friday I clean the house, on Saturday I wash the close on Sunday I go to church to pray.&lt;br /&gt; My mind is to busy I fell depress some times because I want every thing to be Excellent my homework and my kids and my home to be clean. I try to make every thing equal that why I fell tierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112845129833180178?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112845129833180178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112845129833180178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112845129833180178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112845129833180178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-20-free-writing-what-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112835771139904081</id><published>2005-10-03T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:41:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal#19 what would you do if you saw little bug in your salad&lt;br /&gt;what will I do if I saw bug in my salad.I will not eat it and I will through it in trash becauseI hate bugs probably I will not eat salad for a long time till I forget about the bug in my salad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112835771139904081?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112835771139904081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112835771139904081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112835771139904081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112835771139904081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal19-what-would-you-do-if-you-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112784975533402694</id><published>2005-09-27T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T12:35:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1492/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7387/1492/320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journal#18 what I will give the world&lt;br /&gt;I will give love to the world so evry one will live in peace and harmony. like stop all the war because lot of innocent people are dying and children sufered a lot and when they become older most of them they get full with anger hate and selfish then they reised their children the same way. we forgot about what's most important thing in life like love.I thing that God show us lots of things this days. He try to remiend us of what's really important. stop runing for money and other things we should rase our children with love .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112784975533402694?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112784975533402694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112784975533402694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112784975533402694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112784975533402694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal18-what-i-will-give-world-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112759033328349722</id><published>2005-09-24T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:32:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal # 17 what will happened if the animal could talk?&lt;br /&gt;That will be very cool my first question will be how they fell about there best friend man or  woman .when they give up there baby away  and if they mess them or think of them once a while I will ask them what is there favorite food how they fell when they are sick or if they have there own language. maybe we communicate more then we think of  them as animal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112759033328349722?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112759033328349722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112759033328349722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112759033328349722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112759033328349722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-17-what-will-happened-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112758865197729055</id><published>2005-09-24T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:04:11.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal#16 if there was no televisions&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if there were no televisions? It will burning .we will not know about the world news or our country news .just like right now when the Katrina flooded some state and how people act .if we didn’t see on TV. Lot of people may not belief this disaster .probably no one will help either .we learn a lot from watching TV it will be very bad just like when you can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112758865197729055?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112758865197729055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112758865197729055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112758865197729055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112758865197729055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal16-if-there-was-no-televisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112732713972221121</id><published>2005-09-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:25:39.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jJournal#14if I became invisble&lt;br /&gt; . I will visit all the familys and kids and see if they are in troubl so maybe I can help them . and put some peac evrey were.and it will be intersting to  see what evrey one thing about me if they like me or talk behiendme my back if they are my good friend . But the most asaem thing that I will  fly on an air plain to go see the whole worlde cspcailly my family. I thing it will make my lif very esay and very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112732713972221121?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112732713972221121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112732713972221121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112732713972221121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112732713972221121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/jjournal14if-i-became-invisble.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112716416406872761</id><published>2005-09-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:09:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal #15 free writing&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a new day in our life and every day we work very hard to provied things you need .we always run for things not realy important in life like making money  or need this and that and some times we get very stress.and stress kill us and we dont relas it tell we get very sick in our omoshion and felling because we forget about most important things in life and we be came artieastical. we should stop for once  and smell the rose or stop by a mountan and smell the fresh  air.   will help us think and fell relask and be kind to one another and be nice and forgive every one they harm you and let God take of them and take care the rest .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112716416406872761?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112716416406872761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112716416406872761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112716416406872761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112716416406872761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-15-free-writing-every-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112716062407478961</id><published>2005-09-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:10:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal#13 what bugs me&lt;br /&gt;what bugs me most is my friend .when I ask for help how to do my homwork and they don't want to help me .or when they tell me go do it by you self .I tell them if I know what to do I wouldn't ask you.  some times it bather me because they think they are smart then me .but when they need help they ask me for help . and I always help them if I know  what to do .I don't turn my back on them .that because I thought to help anybody need help. some time I want to be cold hart like them. but I can't because I belife what go's around comes around .and  I belife that one day will came and they needed help and no one will help them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112716062407478961?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112716062407478961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112716062407478961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112716062407478961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112716062407478961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal13-what-bugs-me-what-bugs-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112664027780586027</id><published>2005-09-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:33:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal# 10 any thing I want&lt;br /&gt;I like living in the unite state .because of freedem we have hereand lots of opportunity to chose from jobs .there is lots food . Unite state is the best country in the world. amirecan people they have a verey good hart.they try to help evrey country need help. where I came from .ther is no jobs no freedam. my country they dont want people to get smart or achucaited so evreybody stay the same leve land poor. so they can countrol every one and nobody say there right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112664027780586027?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112664027780586027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112664027780586027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112664027780586027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112664027780586027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-10-any-thing-i-want-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112663914011079996</id><published>2005-09-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:19:00.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#12 if I could fly&lt;br /&gt;if I could fly I will go to every country in the world.and see how most people live. if I have money I could fly to any were I want. any time I want just like oprah she fly to see the  new Orlean city .to help the people they saferd so much and confort them. I like flying and helping other. one time I but a bird and I let him go free. because what I will do if someone put me in a caege then I thought what if Iwas a bird .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112663914011079996?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112663914011079996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112663914011079996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112663914011079996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112663914011079996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal12-if-i-could-fly-if-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112655026481046240</id><published>2005-09-12T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:57:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#7 indispensable&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids and I like to teaching them alot nobody can take them from me they love me too and they can;t live with out me we do evrey thing togather and we are a every happy family we live all togather and we love our little house it means alots to us because we have lot of mamery in it and my hasbend is avery spical person I love him alot and I will not give him in anything because he is his a verey kinde and nice and in this days you see little of this porsnalty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112655026481046240?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112655026481046240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112655026481046240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112655026481046240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112655026481046240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal7-indispensable-i-love-my-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112654779943571606</id><published>2005-09-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:57:44.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#11 favorite book&lt;br /&gt;my favorite book is lion and the witch and the wardrob is because of the four clildren they have to live with the profassor he was an old man and he has a big house and one of the room it has aword rob so the kids went in it then they find narina city it was always snow there because of the witch and one of the kids saw the witch and folowed here and the other folowed the fuan but at the end they all got to gather and became one and kiled the witch and after that evrey body got happy because of the wather chang to green because it bean to long time for the snow . the witch made it snow so Cristmas never comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112654779943571606?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112654779943571606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112654779943571606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112654779943571606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112654779943571606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal11-favorite-book-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112638939003749554</id><published>2005-09-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:52:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#9 best advic&lt;br /&gt;the best advice I receivd.is never give up on any thing. what ever you do at first is going to be hard that't true I remmber when I came to unite state I thought will I ever learn how to speak this lunguge and I did and when I start learn how to draive the car I thought I was driving an airplane it was hard and now it like ride a bicke just like computer now I don't know to much about it but one day I will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112638939003749554?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112638939003749554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112638939003749554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638939003749554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638939003749554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal9-best-advic-best-advice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112638837291044648</id><published>2005-09-10T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:51:42.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#8 my favorite&lt;br /&gt;my favorite is all the country songs.I lisen to all.good morning buitefull is the espical one.because it make you fell that's some one care about you and love you and they will always be there for you .country songs remind me of country living how people were love eachother and help eachother.and how that time was hard It remind me of my country how people they live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112638837291044648?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112638837291044648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112638837291044648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638837291044648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638837291044648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal8-my-favorite-my-favorite-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112638662629271735</id><published>2005-09-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:51:02.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#6 my difficulty&lt;br /&gt;my difficulty when I come to school is computer .I dont now how to use it or do typing verey fast&lt;br /&gt;and evrey thing we do is on computer .that's why is hard .but every time Iam free I go to libeary and praictes typing .some times I wish that some one will help me .because some time I set hours to figer out how to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112638662629271735?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112638662629271735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112638662629271735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638662629271735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638662629271735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal6-my-difficulty-my-difficulty.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112638508106084112</id><published>2005-09-10T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:50:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#5 Inotice&lt;br /&gt;I noticed today .when I went to turring that't I was let for doing my journals.so Iwas sad because Idon't realy know how to go to blooger or use computer so I went home and did my journal on pice of paper and tomorow I will go to turring so he can halp me to go to blooger .I realy want to do my homework .but some times I get confuse because every thing is new to me and it will take time for me to learn the sesteam in school and I will never give up .thanks to you love shamiran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112638508106084112?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112638508106084112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112638508106084112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638508106084112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638508106084112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal5-inotice-i-noticed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112638345232363278</id><published>2005-09-10T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:49:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>journal#4 about my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice today about my self. that't we have to preshaed the life we live in evrey day and not for get our god.because lif is to short we should love each other and help each other ecpialy the one they needed most through the hard times. love you family hug them and kiss them spend time togather preshaed them more how ever they are. today Iwas waching the news on TV I got verey sad and start crying for those people they last there love one and there houses and even there state. but i noticed something that there state well rose againg only with people help and kindnes.with love we can do anything we want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112638345232363278?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112638345232363278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112638345232363278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638345232363278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112638345232363278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal4-about-my-self-i-notice-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112629697872351057</id><published>2005-09-09T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:16:18.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;My hero is my husband. He love me a lot, we do everything together even he is older than me. A lot we got along a lot I love him too . We bean mearred  for 12 year. He works too  much and I stay home taking care of my children. We do our best to be good parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112629697872351057?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112629697872351057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112629697872351057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112629697872351057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112629697872351057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-2-who-is-your-hero-my-hero-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112629735023706200</id><published>2005-09-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:22:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Journal 3&lt;br /&gt;NJ#3: What do you do when you are bored? when I am bored I watch TV  or walk in the  store  some times I take my kids to  the   park  and play with the my husband ?  He works at rawhide and some times we go there to see him and now I am taking this class.  I read a lot and do my homework.  I don't get bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112629735023706200?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112629735023706200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112629735023706200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112629735023706200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112629735023706200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-3-nj3-what-do-you-do-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928588.post-112533684512805301</id><published>2005-08-29T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:18:31.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journl  1</title><content type='html'>my name is shamiran akkurt I was born in syira I have big family five sister and three brother when Iwas young I liked to play alot when Igot little older I start to improve my self but I didn't have A chance .because I marred at the age of 17 to some one we new he lived inthe u.s.a after one year later I came to united stats. it wasn't easy to leave my family specialy mom and dad but it was scary on the way I got lost no one want to help .than I found a man to help me but he act wead . he take me to his car he saidyou have to chang airplane I went with him . but I was scard especial when I looked through the window . I said to him is this the way to the airport .said yes . I didnt belive him . I start to thing what he well do maybe he will kill me .after 20 minte he said we are here I got very happy . I thanked him and told did you act wead . he said I can be here they well fair me I thanked him again and he said good luck. when I was waiting for the airplan to take of . the Amearican man he talk to me I didn't understand him . he start moving his had talking to me I understod him he said I look scared and sad I told him I lost my bag he try to help me tell I got to Arizona when the airplan arrived I saw my hasband waiting I didn't speak his languge either . then I learn Aramic and have three kids they are evry thing to me .I love teaching them . and help them though the hard time . I teach them and learn from them I love cleaning because if the house dirty I fell an happy and can't breath. my hasbend is my hero he love me alot we do evry thing togather even he is older than me alot we get along alot . I love him to . we bean married for 12 years. he work to much and I stay home taking care of my childern we do our to be good parentens. when am bored I wach Tv or walk in the store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928588-112533684512805301?l=shaae50941.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/feeds/112533684512805301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928588&amp;postID=112533684512805301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112533684512805301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928588/posts/default/112533684512805301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaae50941.blogspot.com/2005/08/journl-1.html' title='journl  1'/><author><name>Shamiran Akkurt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10030576600930811062</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/30/41307908_74158781b2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
