<?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-15928599</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:41:48.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raquel's Freshman Composition Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.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-15928599.post-113259513080781107</id><published>2005-11-21T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:45:30.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE: WRITE ABOUT WHAT EVER YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today I am very active because I am adorning my house for Christmas. We are early because we are traveling to Ensenada this Thanksgiving. I like to put up the Christmas tree, put lights outside and all the ornaments. For me this is the Holiday most important. The best of Christmas is when families are together you can see love is everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113259513080781107?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113259513080781107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113259513080781107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259513080781107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259513080781107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_113259513080781107.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113259509640716874</id><published>2005-11-21T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:44:56.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you write an essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             When I need to write some essay first I need to know the main idea or thesis statement is generally part of an essay’s introduction. After that I write supporting paragraphs for details, and finally a concluding paragraph this is needed for completion. It’s very important to write all the steps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113259509640716874?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113259509640716874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113259509640716874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259509640716874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259509640716874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/eng-061-jn-30-how-do-you-write-essay.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113259505553680709</id><published>2005-11-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:44:15.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT  DO  HATE MOST ABOUT USING TECHNOLOGY IN CLASS, IN LIFE, IN GENERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I hate using technology in class, in life, in general because sometimes when I am using the internet the computer freezes and I lose my work; I try to save it as often as possible, other times the internet is too slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113259505553680709?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113259505553680709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113259505553680709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259505553680709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259505553680709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_113259505553680709.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113259479461755684</id><published>2005-11-21T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:39:54.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            What is the best commercial you have ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The best commercial I saw recently is about the Earth. This commercial showed how the Earth is important in our life humans, plants and animals alike. This commercial is very important because do the people think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113259479461755684?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113259479461755684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113259479461755684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259479461755684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259479461755684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_113259479461755684.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113259463852024367</id><published>2005-11-21T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:37:18.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY YOU ENJOY USING ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The piece of technology I enjoy using is definitely the computer. The computer is the biggest invent that connects humans with the rest of the world. I can do a lot of things with the computer, if I need some recipe I look in the internet, I can chat with friends, send pictures, watch news even, tipping my homework. It’s great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113259463852024367?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113259463852024367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113259463852024367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259463852024367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259463852024367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_113259463852024367.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113259457933442373</id><published>2005-11-21T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:36:19.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE: write what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On Saturday, my husband and I went to an event our son’s childcare facility organized.            We ate dinner and watched kids dressed like Elvis Presley dancing. The event was a Las Vegas style casino night. Night featuring card games and  an auction of several items the kid’s parents donated for this occasion. We had to finish the night  before  11: 00 p.m. as caretakers were watching over the kids back at the childcare facility. When we got there, my baby was still sleeping, so we picked him up and brought him home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113259457933442373?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113259457933442373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113259457933442373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259457933442373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113259457933442373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113155624881862382</id><published>2005-11-09T09:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:10:48.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE: Write what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I am very happy because my little son Oswaldo started sleeping alone. He is 21 months old but always has been sleeping with my husband and I. We painted his room, bought a car bed and some car frames for his room. It’s looking very cute and he likes it. We hope he will sleep everyday in his car bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113155624881862382?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113155624881862382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113155624881862382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155624881862382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155624881862382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_113155624881862382.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113155620962607469</id><published>2005-11-09T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:10:09.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN#24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if someone got in front of you when you were in line at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If someone got in front of me when  I was in line at the movies propably I would  tell the person that I was first and that is not fair. If the person is older and invalid I could understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113155620962607469?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113155620962607469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113155620962607469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155620962607469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155620962607469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_113155620962607469.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113155617204943014</id><published>2005-11-09T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:09:32.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you ordered an ice cream cone and you forgot to bring money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If I ordered an ice cream cone and forgot to bring money maybe I would go back and pay the cashier. One time I forgot to bring money for other thing but I remembered to the next day when I went back to the mall to pay the cashier. I always remember this because the cashier was very thank full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113155617204943014?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113155617204943014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113155617204943014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155617204943014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155617204943014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-113155610568999100</id><published>2005-11-09T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:08:25.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN#22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been discriminated against? When? How? Explain how you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Two weeks ago I felt discriminated against when my husband, I and my little son were traveling to Calexico. One person from migration stop us ask my husband for papers. My husband looks how American people but I don’t and to me ask a lot of questions. I felt too bad because he was too rude but another person from migration too let me pass to Calexico with any problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-113155610568999100?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/113155610568999100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=113155610568999100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155610568999100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/113155610568999100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/11/raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112892507305540023</id><published>2005-10-09T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:17:53.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;2005-10-09&lt;br /&gt;JN# 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you woke up in another country and no one could understand you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             If I would woke up in another country and no one could understand me I could communicate with signs, and maybe draw what I want or wish. I would be nervous if no one could understand me, for example the people in Japan don’t like foreign people they don’t want talk with them. I don’t like woking in Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112892507305540023?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112892507305540023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112892507305540023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112892507305540023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112892507305540023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/10/raquel-loya-gayoso-eng061-_112892507305540023.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112892503179749198</id><published>2005-10-09T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:17:11.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;2005-10-09&lt;br /&gt;JN# 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE: Write what ever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Today my husband, little son Oswaldo, and I stayed in home. First we ate breakfast, and we took a shower. After that my husband painted the living room. We choose a green color as our furniture is cream color in the living room we need paint using a little darker color. I helped him and we finished tired, but happy because our living room is beautiful now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112892503179749198?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112892503179749198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112892503179749198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112892503179749198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112892503179749198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/10/raquel-loya-gayoso-eng061-2005-10-09_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112892498077373271</id><published>2005-10-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:16:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;2005-10-09&lt;br /&gt;JN # 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you saw little bugs in your salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             If I see little bugs in my salad obviously I stop eating. If I am in a restaurant I ask to the waiter for the manager or owner of this place.  I complain with this people about the food. If I see little bugs in my salad in the school cafeteria this will be the worst because I would tell my classmates, or other students, and this would be a big problem for the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112892498077373271?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112892498077373271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112892498077373271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112892498077373271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112892498077373271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/10/raquel-loya-gayoso-eng061-2005-10-09.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112801937989366948</id><published>2005-09-29T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:42:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;JN # 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give any gift in the world, What would you give and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If  I could give a gift in the world I would give PEACE. First because there are a lot of countries where there are wars, problems in their government and governors. Everyday innocent people die because of people that just want more power. If the liders of each country  would understand that wars just bring destruction for all us, and the world. This world would be best if all the money that they spend in atomic bombs, weapons of mass destruction they would spend helping poor people around the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112801937989366948?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112801937989366948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112801937989366948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112801937989366948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112801937989366948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel_112801937989366948.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112801934202475468</id><published>2005-09-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:42:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;JN # 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if animals could talk?&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If animals could talk that will be incredible. I would be in panic, and  I think a lot of people would also be in shock. This would be great to science, and scientists. In the beginning the experiments with them would be too many much. Maybe the questions I would like to ask animals would be: How are they? If they feel good talking with us. Are you happy? . All questions that I have in my mind at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112801934202475468?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112801934202475468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112801934202475468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112801934202475468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112801934202475468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel_112801934202475468.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112801928354686226</id><published>2005-09-29T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:41:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;JN # 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if there was no television?&lt;br /&gt;Why would this be good? Or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If there was no television in the world this would be too bad on one hand, and good on the other. First is bad because the television is a big invent we can use to communicate, to learn  about the other cultures, to know what is happening in the world. We can also have fun with television watching funny programs, cartoons,  and good movies. On the other hand would be good because  a lot of people gain weight specially kids, they prefer staying home spending hours watching  television  instead of playing outside or have some activities using their body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112801928354686226?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112801928354686226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112801928354686226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112801928354686226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112801928354686226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel_112801928354686226.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112730935196905901</id><published>2005-09-21T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:29:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;09-21-05&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;JN # 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Today I’m a little worried because tomorrow I will have my first quiz. I hope to get a good grade, and to understand all the questions. Also I hope to understand a little more about the new program we are using this semester: “Blackboard”. I don’t want to fail this semester. Yesterday in class I asked my classmate a few questions about the Blogger and she answered some of them. Finally I’m learning a little bit early to use the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112730935196905901?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112730935196905901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112730935196905901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112730935196905901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112730935196905901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel_112730935196905901.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112730927698302277</id><published>2005-09-21T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:27:56.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;09-21-05&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;JN#14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? What are some of the things you could do that you can not do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             If  I become invisible I would use this to my advantage. I would go to some places that I can not go now, and know what happens inside. For example I will go to the theatre, and I would not need to pay. Also I can go to the concerts and not pay anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112730927698302277?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112730927698302277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112730927698302277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112730927698302277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112730927698302277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112730890695155845</id><published>2005-09-21T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T06:24:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel . T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;JN#13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something that really bugs you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies really bug me. I don’t like people that always lie. Also I don’t like hypocrisy. For Example there are a lot of people that go to church, but in their home they behave badly. I think is best be honest with yourself, and you will feel happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112730890695155845?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112730890695155845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112730890695155845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112730890695155845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112730890695155845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112693382629703223</id><published>2005-09-16T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:56:41.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essay #1&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Best Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all my mom and my sister are my best friends. They are both always interested in my things. They’re always asking about my plans or projects, and my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is they are nice, gentle with me; they always both have a smile , both say positive words when I feel sad or upset about something. For Example when I recently got married I missed them a lot, but they often called me to know how was I doing. They also often came to visit me. I remember when I was pregnant my mom often came to take care of me, and my baby.&lt;br /&gt;They are both honest and show me their love. They both always truly say what they’re thinking about, and when I am wrong they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they both want the best for me. They are always saying how much they love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112693382629703223?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112693382629703223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112693382629703223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693382629703223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693382629703223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/essay-1-eng061-september-16-2005-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112693320463673642</id><published>2005-09-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:57:55.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 12&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if you could fly whenever you wanted? When would you use this ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be too happy and excited. I could fly wherever I want to, and to go a lot of places , countries. I would use this ability also to go visit my family in Mexico, and would feel free like the wind. Also I don’t would pay tickets anymore to fly in the airplanes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112693320463673642?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112693320463673642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112693320463673642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693320463673642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693320463673642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel-loya-gayoso-jn-12-eng061.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112693297684658218</id><published>2005-09-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:58:53.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 11&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is you favorite book and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of excellent books, and I like a lot of them, but the book that I recently I read it’s Dan Brown “Da Vinci Code” a novel. I like this book because it relates a lot of things that are interesting for all people and makes you wonder about the past. I enjoyed reading this book. Also this book is very popular has been in the list the best seller in the New York Times .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112693297684658218?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112693297684658218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112693297684658218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693297684658218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693297684658218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel-loya-gayoso-jn-11-eng061.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112693289737941925</id><published>2005-09-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:59:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;JN # 10&lt;br /&gt;ENG061&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am looking outside for my windows. It’s a beautiful day, with a blue sky, a lot of birds on the grass, and the purple flowers they are petunias, there are a lot of them in the garden. In my garden I have some citrus trees, they are one orange tree, two grapefruit trees, one lime tree. Also I have one peach tree, and prickly pear. I sowed some roses and some peppers. I am Mexican and I like eat chilies in my food. In conclusion I love gardening it relaxes me a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112693289737941925?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112693289737941925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112693289737941925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693289737941925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112693289737941925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel-loya-gayoso-jn-10-eng061.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650088135417447</id><published>2005-09-11T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:00:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Journal # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero is my husband. He is the most important man in my life. He is a very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice person. He always help people when they need him specially my family. He is&lt;br /&gt;always studying and preparing for the best opportunities in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650088135417447?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650088135417447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650088135417447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650088135417447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650088135417447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650091068774857</id><published>2005-09-11T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:59:46.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raquel A T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Journal #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am bored I like read a book, now I am reading Angelorum which is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book about angels, this subject interest me very much. As my family lives far away I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call them often. I like to surf the internet and write e.mails to my friends and sent my&lt;br /&gt;son’s pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650091068774857?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650091068774857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650091068774857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650091068774857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650091068774857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/raquel-t_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650083233003620</id><published>2005-09-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:00:35.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First Day of Class - Homework 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first day of class, and I am a little nervous because I have a new teacher and it looks like she is a strict teacher, but this is good for me. All is new, classmates, classroom, also I am thinking about my baby because this is his first day and childcare and I left him crying I am a little worried about him, but is normal in the first day. I wish all is fine in this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650083233003620?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650083233003620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650083233003620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650083233003620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650083233003620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-day-of-class-homework-1-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650071157104195</id><published>2005-09-11T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:02:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN # 9 ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 9 WHAT IS THE BEST ADVICE YOU EVER RECEIVED ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most advice I received was from my dad. He is a teacher and maybe that’s why he gave good advices. My dad always says: “Always help your mother and you will never need anything and God always pays you double”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650071157104195?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650071157104195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650071157104195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650071157104195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650071157104195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-9-eng-061-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650067475984532</id><published>2005-09-11T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:01:08.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN # 8 ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 8 WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG AND WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is “Besame Mucho”; “Kiss me a lot” in English. This is a Mexican song. I like this song because it reminds me of my husband. We always listened to this song when we were just my boyfriend and girlfriend. In our wedding we danced this song together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650067475984532?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650067475984532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650067475984532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650067475984532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650067475984532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-8-eng-061-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650064216167927</id><published>2005-09-11T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:02:57.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN # 7 ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 7 WHAT IS YOUR MOST INDISPENSABLE POSSESSION AND WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most indispensable possessions are my photograph albums. These are the most important things to me . I love these pictures because I am far away from my country and my family. I have a lot of pictures that when I am a little sad or wanting to remember that place I like to see my photograph albums. Always I take some pictures and put in some frame. I put pictures and my refrigerator too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650064216167927?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650064216167927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650064216167927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650064216167927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650064216167927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-7-eng-061-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650049725933171</id><published>2005-09-11T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:48:17.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN # 6 ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 6  WHAT IS ONE  DIFFICULTY YOU FACED WHILE COMING TO SCHOOL AT SMCC ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Is hard to go to school because there is always a lot of traffic on the highway. Some people drive very slowly. Sometimes I take a different route. I usually spend forty minutes to get to school. Often the school parking  is full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650049725933171?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650049725933171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650049725933171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650049725933171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650049725933171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-6-eng-061-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650046882631533</id><published>2005-09-11T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:47:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN # 5  ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN # 5 SOMETHING  I NOTICED ABOUT MYSELF TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Today I noticed I lost weight . I am going to the gym often because I need to lose a little more weight. I am happy because I am in my ideal weight. My perfect weight should be 54 to 58 kg and my weight  now is 58. I noticed exercising relaxes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650046882631533?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650046882631533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650046882631533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650046882631533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650046882631533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-5-eng-061-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15928599.post-112650032422380885</id><published>2005-09-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:45:24.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JN # 4 ENG 061&lt;br /&gt;Raquel A. T. Loya Gayoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JN #4  “SOMETHING I NOTICED ABOUT MYSELF TODAY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today I was so busy, because I woke up too early. I went back home  to pick up my son. I left him in the childcare. I noticed that today  I was also tired because I had a lot of activities. At the end of the day I took a warm bath and rested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15928599-112650032422380885?l=raqkx59711.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/feeds/112650032422380885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15928599&amp;postID=112650032422380885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650032422380885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15928599/posts/default/112650032422380885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raqkx59711.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-4-eng-061-raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>Raquel AT.Loya Gayoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12471032661771325561</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/25/41307902_95be3d226f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
