<?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-3531430621804527995</id><updated>2011-08-03T09:46:55.450-07:00</updated><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Grade 3 Writing Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Hurst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07283337990483309982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7466068511325417987</id><published>2011-08-03T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T09:46:55.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>h&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7466068511325417987?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7466068511325417987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7466068511325417987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7466068511325417987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7466068511325417987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2011/08/h.html' title=''/><author><name>chad levy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262432920438407651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1060625384753670650</id><published>2009-06-17T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:23:06.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple C</title><content type='html'>Next year I will be attending Triple C School.  It will be sad to leave all of my friends that I have made since Pre-School.  I will miss FBCS, and all of the teachers, Miss Kathy, Miss Tina, Miss Meg and Dr. Cross.  I will also miss Brownies and Miss Wilson too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed my field trips, family fun days, and parties at FBCS.  I will remember all of the good times I have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good Bye FBCS, I will miss you all &lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1060625384753670650?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1060625384753670650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1060625384753670650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1060625384753670650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1060625384753670650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/06/triple-c.html' title='Triple C'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6500151763487512480</id><published>2009-06-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:33:36.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning a holiday</title><content type='html'>Think about these things below when planning a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;2.  How are you going to get there?&lt;br /&gt;3.  What are you going to do there?&lt;br /&gt;4.  Who's going with you?&lt;br /&gt;5.  How long are you going for?&lt;br /&gt;6.  When does the trip start?&lt;br /&gt;7.  Why are you going?&lt;br /&gt;8.  What weather is it there?&lt;br /&gt;9.  What are you bringing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good holiday!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6500151763487512480?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6500151763487512480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6500151763487512480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6500151763487512480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6500151763487512480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/06/planning-holiday.html' title='Planning a holiday'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6008491345344286335</id><published>2009-06-12T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:38:40.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gr&lt;br /&gt;gra&lt;br /&gt;grad&lt;br /&gt;grade&lt;br /&gt;grade&lt;br /&gt;grade t&lt;br /&gt;grade th&lt;br /&gt;grade thr&lt;br /&gt;grade thre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grade three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;grade thre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;grade thr&lt;br /&gt;grade th&lt;br /&gt;grade t&lt;br /&gt;grade&lt;br /&gt;grade&lt;br /&gt;grad&lt;br /&gt;gra&lt;br /&gt;gr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6008491345344286335?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6008491345344286335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6008491345344286335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6008491345344286335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6008491345344286335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/06/grade-three.html' title='Grade Three'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7462611136017356851</id><published>2009-06-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:51:23.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there. My name is Nathan and I am in grade 3 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FBCS&lt;/span&gt; . One of my classmates has the swine flu.On Friday school was closed and public health came and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt; no one else had it by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;testing&lt;/span&gt; people. I found out today that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; will be open on Monday. I hope my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; soon and every body else who is sick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;better too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7462611136017356851?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7462611136017356851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7462611136017356851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7462611136017356851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7462611136017356851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-955758515490747347</id><published>2009-06-03T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:11:18.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art's festeval</title><content type='html'>When I went to the arts festival it was very crowded.  It was so much fun listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; poems.  But when I was the next one to recite my poem, my heart was beating so fast.  There was about 50 people at the arts festival.    I had a lot of fun, and at the end we went to Wendy's for lunch.  It taste so good,  and I am very happy I got a bronze award from the arts festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-955758515490747347?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/955758515490747347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=955758515490747347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/955758515490747347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/955758515490747347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/06/arts-festeval.html' title='The Art&apos;s festeval'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2846766798305799103</id><published>2009-06-02T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:11:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                                       Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                                  swim,eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                     eating,swiming,sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                         fish sleep with thier eyes open hens don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                      bucking,clucking,annoying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                                   finds,food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;                                                       Hens  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2846766798305799103?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2846766798305799103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2846766798305799103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2846766798305799103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2846766798305799103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/06/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6406670842909808458</id><published>2009-05-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:49:06.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My vaction in Newyork</title><content type='html'>On my vacation i went to New york.I went all   over to Washington to time square.some times it was scary when i went under the subway one day the train stop for 5 minutes.It was  freezing cold frost was coming out my mouth.    I  like new york 50. 50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6406670842909808458?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6406670842909808458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6406670842909808458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6406670842909808458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6406670842909808458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-vaction-in-newyork.html' title='My vaction in Newyork'/><author><name>chad levy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262432920438407651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1096621938420620427</id><published>2009-05-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:57:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                         Birds&lt;/em&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                    fury,graceful                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;             &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flying,walking,gliding                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                             Birds are flying,fish are swimming                                             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                  swimming,hunting,swishing                                      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                 scaly,slimy                                               &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                     Fish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1096621938420620427?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1096621938420620427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1096621938420620427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1096621938420620427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1096621938420620427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4284722107262488001</id><published>2009-05-25T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:57:37.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Atlanta.</title><content type='html'>When I went to Atlanta  for one of my  cousins graduation.  When we  got  to Atlanta  we rented a  hotel to stay at . Then when we were finished packing we went to see my cousin Lauren. So when we left we went to a place called ESPN ZONE and it had a lot games and they would give you a card with  points to play the game. Then when we were finished playing games we went to get dinner then when we were done we went back to the hotel and took a nap. When it was Saturday we had to go to my cousin Lauren graduation early in the morning so we could get good seats. Then when it was Tuesday  we packed our  and left to come to grand Cayman. So my cousin Lauren  called and said shes coming to Cayman for  summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4284722107262488001?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4284722107262488001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4284722107262488001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4284722107262488001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4284722107262488001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-trip-to-atlanta.html' title='My trip to Atlanta.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7669173300359164676</id><published>2009-05-23T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:53:37.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to cuba</title><content type='html'>When i has getting ready to go.I was afraid of Cuba.Because I didn't like the food.There has nothing to do in Cuba.The only thing I did in Cuba has play on cellphone.But when the battery ran out I was expired.But my cousin in Spain said she would go there.When I saw her and her baby named Juan Carlos, and the energy inside me filled me up again/Reminder, The baby is a boy. The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7669173300359164676?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7669173300359164676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7669173300359164676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7669173300359164676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7669173300359164676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-trip-to-cuba.html' title='My trip to cuba'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6857616491026022580</id><published>2009-05-22T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:43:52.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean</title><content type='html'>I like ocean better than land. I feel very free when I am in the water. But sometimes it is fierce like the waves push and pull you. Sometimes it is fierce in other ways like sea itch like I had when I went to Smith Cove I was swimming and then I felt something tickle and I just thought it was my brother Cody so I just kept on swimming but when I got out I started getting itchy so I went home and put some medicine on it and now I feel fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6857616491026022580?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6857616491026022580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6857616491026022580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6857616491026022580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6857616491026022580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/ocean.html' title='Ocean'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4814249162120578106</id><published>2009-05-21T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:50:23.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonw.</title><content type='html'>Snow is soft.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is cold.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is fun to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 I LOVE THE SNOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4814249162120578106?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4814249162120578106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4814249162120578106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4814249162120578106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4814249162120578106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonw.html' title='Sonw.'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4872560820819855474</id><published>2009-05-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:03:49.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers and trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                              Flowers                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                        smooth ,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                   swaying,staying,breathing                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                             Flowers are pretty,Trees are tall                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                       standing,swishing.growing                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                    bumpy,stiff                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                         Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4872560820819855474?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4872560820819855474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4872560820819855474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4872560820819855474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4872560820819855474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers-and-trees.html' title='Flowers and trees'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2143637153776167217</id><published>2009-05-20T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:36:29.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunns River Falls</title><content type='html'>Dunn's River Falls is in Ocho Rios Jamaica.  The falls are very high and the rocks that the water falls on are slippery.  We can climb the falls.  We start at the bottom at the Caribbean Sea and climb to the top.  Other people usually have guides to lead them up the falls, but I took my cousin, my brother and my dad so we didn't have to use a guide.  My cousin lives in St. Ann's which is next to Ocho Rios, so he has climbed the falls many times.  He showed me places where I could slide down and one time, I banged my head on a small part where the road that people drive on goes over the falls.  We had a lot of fun and I want to go back again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2143637153776167217?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2143637153776167217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2143637153776167217' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2143637153776167217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2143637153776167217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/dunns-river-falls.html' title='Dunns River Falls'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8779931024129815974</id><published>2009-05-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:37:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun and Rain</title><content type='html'>Sun&lt;br /&gt;                                                     bright,yellow, hot&lt;br /&gt;                                            moving,shining,radiating&lt;br /&gt;                                        The sun is happy. The rain is sad.&lt;br /&gt;                                            dripping,dancing,watering&lt;br /&gt;                                                         dull,blue,cold&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8779931024129815974?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8779931024129815974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8779931024129815974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8779931024129815974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8779931024129815974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/sun-and-rain.html' title='Sun and Rain'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8165698709926728953</id><published>2009-05-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:01:19.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot deserts</title><content type='html'>Deserts are hot and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deserts&lt;/span&gt; are cold.  Africa has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;largest&lt;/span&gt; desert ever. The  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotest&lt;/span&gt;place  ever is the death valley. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gobi&lt;/span&gt; desert is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Asia&lt;/span&gt;.  deserts can have sand waves. Camels live in the desert they.deserts are insteing  becase the have sand waves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8165698709926728953?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8165698709926728953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8165698709926728953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8165698709926728953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8165698709926728953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-deserts.html' title='Hot deserts'/><author><name>chad levy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262432920438407651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3135598660435097029</id><published>2009-05-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:49:30.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Goop.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a very ugly princess. her name was Nipuasisi Mongura.She had a very ugly huge wart on the tip of her nose. She did not at all think of herself that pretty either. She had a Handsome younger brother name prince John Mongura. Nipuasisi always thought that her brother was smarter then her prettier than her and even had a better name then her. One day Nipuasisi was taking out the trash when she saw a bottle of green goop it looked like a bottle of buggers and glue. She then piked up the bottle and looked at the back. INSTRUCTIONS she read apply one small droplet of goop every month, apply it to the forehead.DANGER do not put in mouth! Nipuasisi tried some she took it inside went in the bathroom and applied one drop to her forehead.Then she went to bed when she was sleeping a magical thing happened and when she woke up she was different. She got up brushed her teeth and then looked in the mirror like she always did. But there was nothing similar about this she had a different face. Nipuasisi was pretty now the wart was gone! When she went to tell her brother she rolled him over and he John Mongura the prettiest family member had the wart. TO BE CONTINUED. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3135598660435097029?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3135598660435097029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3135598660435097029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3135598660435097029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3135598660435097029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/magic-goop.html' title='The Magic Goop.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1449536888095737445</id><published>2009-05-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:33:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Aquarium</title><content type='html'>Mom, Dad and I went to the Atlanta aquarium.  It was cool. We saw a 3d show.  We saw awesome exhibits and mom and I touched a sting ray and an anemone. Mom also touched a hammer head shark.  My favorite part was spending time with my mom.  My mom’s favorite part is the manta rays and the whale sharks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1449536888095737445?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1449536888095737445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1449536888095737445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1449536888095737445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1449536888095737445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/atlanta-aquarium.html' title='Atlanta Aquarium'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8879543932660820836</id><published>2009-05-05T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:33:33.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turtle Farm.</title><content type='html'>At the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;turtle farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; you get to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sharks &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and turtles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have to wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange or  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wrist bands. You allowed to catch them.But put them back in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; or you will get in trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can see how they grow and grow by a week you won't relise that small little&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; turtle &lt;/span&gt;any more!There is more than just looking at the sharks,turtles and fishes. There is a pool down over there. You get chickin to eat and sprite to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can find this place at west bay located &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on the left side of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                George town.                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8879543932660820836?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8879543932660820836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8879543932660820836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8879543932660820836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8879543932660820836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-word.html' title='The Turtle Farm.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8931487538018060054</id><published>2009-05-05T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:12:55.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to monteo bay</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about goeging to montego bay. I am goging to eat curry goat, cow foot, jerk chirken, pig belly.  I am goeging  to sing soca flava and dance.  I like jamaica its fun.   I love jamaica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8931487538018060054?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8931487538018060054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8931487538018060054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8931487538018060054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8931487538018060054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-monteo-bay.html' title='trip to monteo bay'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7736117460129031870</id><published>2009-05-05T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:28:10.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SAT</title><content type='html'>The SAT test was so long it took one week.  But,  the reading test was the longest test.  I was so happy it was over. I had to study for the tests. I can't remember a longer test then that.  But it is over now yaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7736117460129031870?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7736117460129031870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7736117460129031870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7736117460129031870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7736117460129031870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/sat.html' title='THE SAT'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-513747993021302507</id><published>2009-05-05T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:07:51.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathletics</title><content type='html'>Mathletics is fun. I really like mathletics. When Miss Hurst told us about it I was not sure but I gave it a try and I love it. I am always excited when I play it. I play it for homwork and earn certificets.I play it for fun all the time. Mathletics is a good way to learn basic facts and different things. I tink my class likes it too. Sometimes I play against people from countrys I have never even herd of. Some people are as fast as the cucaracha I once saw in Honduras (cucaracha is a tipe of bird.). I also play against people that are as slow as a sack of snails that me and my friend Amy caught when we were younger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-513747993021302507?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/513747993021302507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=513747993021302507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/513747993021302507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/513747993021302507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/mathletics.html' title='Mathletics'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1082053416282347497</id><published>2009-05-05T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:01:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pace Trek</title><content type='html'>On pace trek there is a guy named Paul and he is running 500 miles. He made his own web sight with games , music and slide shows for us to watch. And they have a chart of schools that are running 500 hundred miles also like FBCS. The name of my favorite game is pacman. Paul is still running right now to earn his goal. Paul is still running until  he  finishes his miles. He was also a christian since  he was 7 years old and he still praises God. Even now he has a cramp in his leg he blevies that God is with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1082053416282347497?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1082053416282347497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1082053416282347497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1082053416282347497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1082053416282347497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/pace-trek.html' title='Pace Trek'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1377315168271144705</id><published>2009-05-05T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:07:19.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The      Whiping             Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my favorite part is when the two boys became friends. and the story is funny and scary joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And relaxing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1377315168271144705?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1377315168271144705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1377315168271144705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1377315168271144705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1377315168271144705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/05/whiping-boy.html' title='The      Whiping             Boy'/><author><name>chad levy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262432920438407651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1291649374169248181</id><published>2009-04-23T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:40:59.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The SAT Test</title><content type='html'>Next week is the SAT test for my school. I am very scared but excited. I think I will do good though. Last year I was very scared but when I actually got the real test the questions were some of the questions that we had studied and I know most of them. when I got back my test I did very well. I was amazed how good of a grade that I got. I am studying very very hard . I wish everybody that is having their SAT soon good luck! Please wish me good luck to. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1291649374169248181?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1291649374169248181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1291649374169248181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1291649374169248181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1291649374169248181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/sat-test.html' title='The SAT Test'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6210939781389097682</id><published>2009-04-18T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:12:23.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel to Atlanta</title><content type='html'>On Ash Wednesday 2009 my daddy and I took the Delta flight from GCM to ATL. The flight was boring and it was three hours long.  My dad and I slept and we talked.  We stood in immigration for a hour and a half and waited to see the officer.  Finally the line moved up and I got to see my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6210939781389097682?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6210939781389097682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6210939781389097682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6210939781389097682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6210939781389097682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/travel-to-atlanta.html' title='Travel to Atlanta'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1909507941587906312</id><published>2009-04-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:08:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to Big White</title><content type='html'>Tuesday April 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2009 my mom and I went to Big White Ski Resort.  This is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kelowna&lt;/span&gt;, British Columbia.  When we got there, it was really really cold and there was a lot of snow on the ground.  That evening my mom and I went tubing.  Tubing is when you ride an inner tube down the hill.  It moves really fast and when you get to the bottom, the ground is covered with hay because you don't want to slide across the ground.  So, the hay keeps you slowing down and then you finally stop.&lt;br /&gt;The day after that I took a ski lesson because I have never skied.  It was a lot of fun.  That afternoon, my mom and I went snowmobiling.  When we were snowmobiling, half way through the trip, we bumped into a tree.  It was a lot of fun.  And after that I got to go on a small snowmobile all by myself.  Another kid kept on cutting me off.  He was really mean.  That evening we went tubing again.  My mom couldn't go because her knee hurt, but when I went it was even faster that night than the night before.  But on one of the runs my head was slanted and it really hurt going down. &lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that I saw snow on the ground and I built a snowman and I threw snowballs at my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I liked Big White.  I want to go back there for Christmas because there will be a lot of snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1909507941587906312?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1909507941587906312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1909507941587906312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1909507941587906312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1909507941587906312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-trip-to-big-white.html' title='My trip to Big White'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7716659886063509917</id><published>2009-04-01T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:56:30.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and Water</title><content type='html'>Food,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Delicious&lt;/span&gt;,Tasty&lt;br /&gt;Food has more taste,Water has less taste,&lt;br /&gt;Wet,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;See through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7716659886063509917?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7716659886063509917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7716659886063509917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7716659886063509917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7716659886063509917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-and-water.html' title='Food and Water'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1613694459560488104</id><published>2009-04-01T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:17:37.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My home is big, my home wide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My home is slender, my home is slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My bedroom is big, my bedroon is wide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My bedroom is cute, as you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My bed is big, my bed is wide, my bed is pink, so give me a wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My pool is big, my pool is wide, my pool cool come take a dive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My home is my home is my home sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1613694459560488104?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1613694459560488104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1613694459560488104' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1613694459560488104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1613694459560488104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-400914839694269946</id><published>2009-04-01T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:34:52.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonw.</title><content type='html'>Snow is soft.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is cold.&lt;br /&gt;But snow is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is fun to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Snow is fun. &lt;br /&gt;Snow is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             I LOVE SNOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-400914839694269946?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/400914839694269946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=400914839694269946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/400914839694269946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/400914839694269946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonw.html' title='Sonw.'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3590133242401202036</id><published>2009-04-01T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:54:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ruler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Creator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;King of Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Name above all Names  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Messiah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are many names for Jesus but the one that sums it all up is the one and only GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3590133242401202036?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3590133242401202036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3590133242401202036' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3590133242401202036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3590133242401202036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/04/god.html' title='GOD!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-355378167081659263</id><published>2009-03-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:56:07.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>My family is big my family is wide I have a lot of family members.&lt;br /&gt;My family is in USA my family is in Jamaica.&lt;br /&gt;My family is with me in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen my family in USA.I have seen my grandpa and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-355378167081659263?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/355378167081659263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=355378167081659263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/355378167081659263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/355378167081659263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6781247204761265319</id><published>2009-03-30T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:55:45.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land and water</title><content type='html'>Water&lt;br /&gt;wet,salty&lt;br /&gt;rolling,swishing,swaying&lt;br /&gt;the water is deep,the land is shallow&lt;br /&gt;growing,living,breathing&lt;br /&gt;dry,hard&lt;br /&gt;Land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6781247204761265319?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6781247204761265319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6781247204761265319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6781247204761265319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6781247204761265319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/land-and-water.html' title='Land and water'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-799197956520284826</id><published>2009-03-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:00:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ultimate reading place</title><content type='html'>My place is in my room because I have personal space. No one can bother me and some times I can finish a chapter book in two hours.Sometimes I don"t come out until night. I enjoy reading it is so much fun ! I love reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-799197956520284826?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/799197956520284826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=799197956520284826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/799197956520284826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/799197956520284826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-ultimate-reading-place_2248.html' title='My ultimate reading place'/><author><name>chad levy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262432920438407651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1758960813019378153</id><published>2009-03-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:57:43.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reading plase</title><content type='html'>My favorite reading please is in my clubhouse because it is quiet. When I finnish reading I play and build more houses for when I have company then I hide in my tree house my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite book I have read is kenny and the dragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1758960813019378153?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1758960813019378153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1758960813019378153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1758960813019378153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1758960813019378153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-reading-plase.html' title='My Reading plase'/><author><name>Landon Parsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778566328563538873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7510382773511096634</id><published>2009-03-30T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:58:20.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my altumate reading place</title><content type='html'>My ultimate reading place is in my bed under a tent. My mom puts up the tent and i sleep in it then i  read.  I read harry potter and the sorcerer stone.  at the moment i am reading about harry at wazering school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7510382773511096634?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7510382773511096634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7510382773511096634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7510382773511096634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7510382773511096634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-altumate-reading-place.html' title='my altumate reading place'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1826216257959776093</id><published>2009-03-30T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:32:34.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ultimate reading place.</title><content type='html'>My ultimate reading place is my bed...Because it is more quiet.And it is more comfortable and cosy.If you are tired you can take a break by just falling asleep.And if you are finished you can watch a movie.There are lots of ways of laying down while you read.And if you really love your bed you can make it float.So when you want to get a snack you can float there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1826216257959776093?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1826216257959776093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1826216257959776093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1826216257959776093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1826216257959776093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-ultimate-reading-place_30.html' title='My ultimate reading place.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1545239234868245964</id><published>2009-03-30T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:57:23.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ultimate reading place</title><content type='html'>Once there was a little boy who loved books. He could not sleep with out reading a book. He even had a tree house full of books he read. He loved to read in it he even called it my ultimate reading place.One day his teacher Miss.Hudy sent out homework saying that all the kids in the class had to bring one of there favorite book and do a oral book review but ofcourse Leny the little boy had to chose his favorite book and he had lots to chose from. So Leny decided to bring four of his favorite books and his teacer told him to do her favorite&lt;br /&gt;THE WIND IN THE  WILLOWS. When Leny did his oral book reveiw he got a A plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1545239234868245964?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1545239234868245964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1545239234868245964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1545239234868245964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1545239234868245964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-ultimate-reading-place.html' title='My ultimate reading place'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-9784332516724261</id><published>2009-03-30T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:56:44.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate reading place</title><content type='html'>Once there was a girl she had a secret reading place.She told her mom she was going to read. She went in her clubhouse. It was made on an oak tree it a ladder it had a mini fridge a flat screen and a computer. she she sat on her beanbag and read. She read a whole chapter of 0ne book and said this is the best reading place ever. She read tomorrow to the next day and the next day because it was the best reading place ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-9784332516724261?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/9784332516724261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=9784332516724261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/9784332516724261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/9784332516724261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimate-reading-place.html' title='The ultimate reading place'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1285497021534973222</id><published>2009-03-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:15:57.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>Angels&lt;br /&gt;            graceful,beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Angels are peaceful,demons are bad&lt;br /&gt;            terrorisers,ugly&lt;br /&gt;                 Demons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1285497021534973222?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1285497021534973222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1285497021534973222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1285497021534973222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1285497021534973222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2801622864807663050</id><published>2009-03-25T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:18:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Territory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eternal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                       The house of GOD is so amzing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2801622864807663050?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2801622864807663050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2801622864807663050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2801622864807663050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2801622864807663050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/temple.html' title='Temple'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-479343345931518697</id><published>2009-03-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:57:37.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The dinosaur egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ones upon a time a little boy went hunting and a dinosaur egg fell in front of him and he picked it up and ran home with it and shod his family and they were interested.  Then a few days later it hatched. Then the little dinosaur was hungry and bit the little boy and then he smelt a fish when the dinosaur was bigger. His rider was impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-479343345931518697?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/479343345931518697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=479343345931518697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/479343345931518697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/479343345931518697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/dinosaur-egg.html' title='The dinosaur egg'/><author><name>Landon Parsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778566328563538873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8273062472850817214</id><published>2009-03-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:05:29.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journy of the Blue blob.</title><content type='html'>Was there was a boy that had to do a science experiment.He wanted to make volcano lava,But then he went out badly.He thinks he can learn everything gust like that!But his mother tells him that "Don't go so fast mother said or your experiment will be ruined"It turns out mother was right.So then his experiment dried up then tomorrow.It has messing up his whole room.Suddenly he didn't know what it was.So he keep him hidden in his room for four days.Then he knew  what it was "He said that is my experiment"He slimes down the window onto the streets.He avoids cars like crazy.He sticks on  the under a car driving him to school.But the boy beat him to school already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8273062472850817214?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8273062472850817214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8273062472850817214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8273062472850817214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8273062472850817214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/journy-of-blue-blob.html' title='The Journy of the Blue blob.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1469394538485899358</id><published>2009-03-24T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:43:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey of the Blue Blob.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a Blue Blob in a world called Blue Land. One day the Blue Blob was sent to destroy the earth because his Queen told him, but he did not. He didn't want to destroy the earth because it was so beautiful, he never felt so free from listening to his queen yelling at him all the time to do something for her, so he did his own thing. He then decided to go to the beach, when the people saw him they all ran a way because they thought that he was going to hurt them, but he tried to tell them that he was not going to, but only one person stayed, the Blue Blob asked him what is your name? he said my name is Preston, what is yours? its the Blue Blob. So they both went down by the beach and started to swim around. After they were finished swimming, they went to Preston's house to take a bath and get dressed, so they could get a quick nap. When they woke from their nap, they went to the park to play tag, your it. The Blue Blob had so much fun with Preston, he decided to stay and protect the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1469394538485899358?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1469394538485899358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1469394538485899358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1469394538485899358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1469394538485899358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-of-blue-blob_24.html' title='The journey of the Blue Blob.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3171313671037126384</id><published>2009-03-24T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:09:35.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey of the Blue Blob.</title><content type='html'>One day there was a little kid name Selena, she was looking for a ball in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;But then she saw a egg then Selena picked up the blue egg but next the egg was hatching.&lt;br /&gt;Selena ran but it kept chasing her and it left a track of blue slim it was gooee and soft.&lt;br /&gt;But she stoped becase it was on her head then she lifd happy ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3171313671037126384?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3171313671037126384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3171313671037126384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3171313671037126384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3171313671037126384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/journey-of-blue-blob.html' title='The journey of the Blue Blob.'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1471726370215951359</id><published>2009-03-24T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:15:34.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story annie</title><content type='html'>Annie is about a girl who lives in a orphanage and has a mean care tacker.  Annie is looking for her parents.  She spends the christmas holidays  with a rich man named daddy Warbucks and found out that her parents are dead so he adopts her.  My mom and i went to see this play. And Will and his sister and his dad were in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1471726370215951359?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1471726370215951359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1471726370215951359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1471726370215951359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1471726370215951359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_24.html' title='The story annie'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5924704463729214718</id><published>2009-03-24T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:00:25.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What easter means</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Easter is a very,very, very special day. It was when &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was crucified.  Some people belive that there is three&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's.  A&lt;/span&gt; father, a mother and a son but let's not talk about that. I love Easter because I love to go and find Easter eggs. My family always does a special prayer and thanks God.  I always thank God for dying on the cross for us and being crucified. Sometimes people forget that Jesus died to save us from our sins. They forget that God sent Jesus down to die on the cross. They think that Easter is just about candy and finding the most eggs to get the most prizes but that is definitely not what Easter is about. It is about Jesus dying on the cross and rising up from the dead and going to heaven.  I love Easter but my favorite holiday is Christmas because that was when Jesus was born. But I also love Easter a lot and I try never try to get over excited about finding Easter eggs and I tell myself the true reason of Easter which is JESUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5924704463729214718?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5924704463729214718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5924704463729214718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5924704463729214718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5924704463729214718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-easter-means.html' title='What easter means'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-9020041849722895604</id><published>2009-03-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:56:29.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The jouney to catch blue blob</title><content type='html'>There was once a little boy who dreamed a dream that would never happen.  He dreamed about a jouney to find the blue blob. He was in a cave chasing the blue blob but it sunk into a rock to hide. The blue blob jumped out and the little boy screamed because the blue blob looked terrible.  He had one eye and his teeth were greener than grass. The blue blob sank into the ground and caught the little boy. The little boy grabbed the net out of his backpack and caught the blue blob.  He shouted "I CAUGHT THE BLUE BLOB!" That morning he woke up with a smile because it was the best dream he ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-9020041849722895604?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/9020041849722895604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=9020041849722895604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/9020041849722895604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/9020041849722895604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/jouney-to-catch-blue-blob.html' title='The jouney to catch blue blob'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7917618335059419002</id><published>2009-03-23T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:27:19.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skate Park</title><content type='html'>I was at the skate park with my best frend Daniel and my brother on Sunday. We were all riding ripsticks and we were doing tricks on the ripsticks. We were going down huge hills and waching the older kids skate to get better at ripsticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7917618335059419002?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7917618335059419002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7917618335059419002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7917618335059419002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7917618335059419002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/skate-park.html' title='The Skate Park'/><author><name>Landon Parsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778566328563538873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5936246933778056371</id><published>2009-03-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:33:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Church</title><content type='html'>Hi, today I went to church with Ms Bobbet and Preston. We went to her church on Eastern Avenue. It was alot of fun. I watched as Preston danced and clapped his hands to the music. A few of Ms. Bobbet's friends came and played with Preston. Then they took him to sit with them for a while . When he was ready they brought him back to us. Soon he fell asleep. Finally, when church was done we came home and relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5936246933778056371?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5936246933778056371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5936246933778056371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5936246933778056371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5936246933778056371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-church.html' title='Sunday Church'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4662190462340175974</id><published>2009-03-19T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:58:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time goes speedy. Time goes slow What time is it? Well I don't know. Sometimes time is mean. Sometimes time is nice. Did you ever hear the story about the the mice who ran up the clock? Sometimes I like time. Sometimes I don't.  Hey Mike do you want my watch? Sike. I love daytime and I especially like love night time and speaking of night time it is that right now so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4662190462340175974?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4662190462340175974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4662190462340175974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4662190462340175974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4662190462340175974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1202484414083120503</id><published>2009-03-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:42:56.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasting</title><content type='html'>The foods that you can eat are...  Ham, chicken, turkey, bread, mustard, ketchup, mayo, vegetables, spinach, bananas, Apples, watermelon, pineapple, mango.Let me say something before I leave...    *Let me to the tango while I eat a mango*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1202484414083120503?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1202484414083120503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1202484414083120503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1202484414083120503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1202484414083120503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/tasting.html' title='Tasting'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-9001759924271374234</id><published>2009-03-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:04:08.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Super                                                                                                &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimate fun                                                                                         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More fun than ever                                        &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many people shopping                                                                         &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excellent vacations                                                                              &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-9001759924271374234?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/9001759924271374234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=9001759924271374234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/9001759924271374234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/9001759924271374234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3858776839307575278</id><published>2009-03-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:45:55.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Hello today I don't really know what I'm going to talk about. So I'm am just not going to write anything.    Three minutes later... I am getting bored so I am going to write something. But the problem is that I don't know what to talk about.Do you remember earlier in the post when I said that I was not going to write about, well you know how that turned out. Well Frankly I'm not really doing what I said I was going to do. This is really a messed up story.Right about now I am feeling weird, hey!!! Guess what I'm writing a story that is weird. Well I guess I'm loopy Lauren now aren't I. I should not even be writing write now because I said I wasn't going to write!!!! NOW I AM GETTING VERY FRUSTRATED WITH THIS POST!!! So am going to stop writing right about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3858776839307575278?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3858776839307575278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3858776839307575278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3858776839307575278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3858776839307575278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5118687437870070900</id><published>2009-03-12T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:22:18.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousin Lauren's Visit</title><content type='html'>When my cousin Lauren came back from Atlanta she went home with her friends to unload their bags. When they were done unpacking their bags,  we went by to say hi and to meet all of her friends. After we finished talking, we ate some fish.  When we were done eating, we all started talking again. We listened to music on the way home and talked about our day and what we were going to do tomorrow. When we got home we did our homework then watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV until bedtime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5118687437870070900?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5118687437870070900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5118687437870070900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5118687437870070900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5118687437870070900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-cousin-laurens-visit.html' title='My Cousin Lauren&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2497909154500402832</id><published>2009-03-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:24:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing</title><content type='html'>TV,animals,people,food,papers,plants,fruits,chairs,tables,stores,zoo,time,day,night,sun,moon,&lt;br /&gt;telescope,carpet,cloths,fire,water,lighting,clouds,rain,glass,plastic,metal,computers,phones,clocks,&lt;br /&gt;words,pencils,rocks,diamonds,gold,colors,microwave,houses,paintings,cameras,tattoos,ink,books,&lt;br /&gt;capnets,bags.school bags,school,country's.Thier are sooooooo much things you can see.Chat with you later by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2497909154500402832?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2497909154500402832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2497909154500402832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2497909154500402832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2497909154500402832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/seeing.html' title='Seeing'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2620751648952611759</id><published>2009-03-11T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:03:11.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst friday ever.</title><content type='html'>One Friday I wasn't so good.I had a headache and a problem with my neck.I couldn't swallow for 3 or 2 days.So usual I had to go to a clinic. I got my tablets and when I ate them.I vomited 3 times in front of my moms door and I vomited out my tablet and I puked 1 time around the back.That was when I got the tablet out of my stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2620751648952611759?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2620751648952611759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2620751648952611759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2620751648952611759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2620751648952611759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-worst-friday-ever.html' title='My worst friday ever.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2639438177499574750</id><published>2009-03-11T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:35:07.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>Teachers are mean, teachers are nice&lt;br /&gt;But teachers are  like the stars because they are so bright.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are strict because we upset her class, teachers are friendly when we are friendly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;BUT MY TEACHER MS.HURST IS ALWAYS NICE TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2639438177499574750?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2639438177499574750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2639438177499574750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2639438177499574750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2639438177499574750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8191195073681189152</id><published>2009-03-09T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:16:10.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School is fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;School is cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;School is awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;School is nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;school is great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;School is super great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;FBCS IS THE BEST SCHOOL IN THE WORLD !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8191195073681189152?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8191195073681189152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8191195073681189152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8191195073681189152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8191195073681189152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6948898580836929227</id><published>2009-03-06T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:16:59.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joyful                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eternal                                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Super                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unique                                                                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6948898580836929227?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6948898580836929227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6948898580836929227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6948898580836929227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6948898580836929227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1833119726804105452</id><published>2009-03-02T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:36:21.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD!!!</title><content type='html'>God is the most powerful person I have heard about in my life.  He can do the impossible.  He made the world.  You can pray to him, and he will answer in your dreams.  God is your strength in you.  You can count on him forever.  God is right beside you always, and will help you through your life.  If you believe in him you will succeed in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1833119726804105452?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1833119726804105452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1833119726804105452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1833119726804105452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1833119726804105452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/03/god.html' title='GOD!!!'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3641755678387791444</id><published>2009-02-28T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:46:55.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>God&lt;br /&gt;                                                         powerful,pretty,mighty&lt;br /&gt;                                                      protecting,winning,everlasting&lt;br /&gt;                                                            loser,mean,horrible&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Devil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3641755678387791444?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3641755678387791444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3641755678387791444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3641755678387791444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3641755678387791444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3535716106255949916</id><published>2009-02-28T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:29:32.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch</title><content type='html'>Paper,people,fruits,vegetables,key bored,mouse,towels,shampoo,conditioner,hair,nose,eye,mouth,&lt;br /&gt;hands,feet,legs,purse,wallet,keys,books,TV,shades,glasses,phones,messenger,cats,dogs,birds,fish,&lt;br /&gt;mom,dad,brother,sister,grandma,grandpa and cousins. These are lots of things that you touch but it is not half of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3535716106255949916?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3535716106255949916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3535716106255949916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3535716106255949916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3535716106255949916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/touch.html' title='Touch'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5739634890473942750</id><published>2009-02-24T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:23:48.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;em&gt; playful,happy         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                           playing,sleeping,chirping                                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                              fins,eyes,mouth,gills                                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                              lurking,eating,killing                                                    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                   mean,grumpy                                                &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                          &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5739634890473942750?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5739634890473942750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5739634890473942750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5739634890473942750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5739634890473942750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6964577922269341623</id><published>2009-02-24T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:05:45.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dumb dog</title><content type='html'>Once there was a dumb dog. he never  knew where to eat sleep or play he was bored but he never knew. He kept running into the wall. He never knew he sits in his food bowl. One day his owner picked him up to go to the vet and never knew. By tomorrow he was smart and barked in joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6964577922269341623?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6964577922269341623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6964577922269341623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6964577922269341623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6964577922269341623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/dumb-dog.html' title='The dumb dog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7219293528172193462</id><published>2009-02-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:04:14.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG ! BOOM ! CRASH ! KER PLUNK!</title><content type='html'>One day a kid said I hate school.  So he got a desk and threw it out the window. Next he ran out to the park. Then everyone said I am scared.   They ran out of school and went home, and so did he.  Finally, the janitor got the desk from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE GOT SUPENSION FROM SCHOOL.  But I love school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7219293528172193462?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7219293528172193462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7219293528172193462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7219293528172193462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7219293528172193462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-boom-crash-ker-plunk.html' title='BANG ! BOOM ! CRASH ! KER PLUNK!'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5959746639619302518</id><published>2009-02-23T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:07:10.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bang boom crash at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day at school in grade 3, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children came to school and they did not want to do the work their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt; gave to them. They were so bored that they threw there desks all around the class room and at the end when they were finished doing that they threw there desks out and broke the glass window in the class. then when it was time to go home their teacher was very angry at them and told there parents about what they had done that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5959746639619302518?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5959746639619302518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5959746639619302518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5959746639619302518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5959746639619302518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-boom-crash-at-school.html' title='The bang boom crash at school'/><author><name>Landon Parsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778566328563538873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4974696116145795363</id><published>2009-02-23T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:38:39.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big accident</title><content type='html'>One day there was traffic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; then one guy was going to fast. next thing you know. Bang! Boom! Crash! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ker&lt;/span&gt;-plunk he crashed into everyone and I mean everyone. The police his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; his friends and his son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Robert's&lt;/span&gt; school. They took away his and his name was tom his family was sad that day.They let him out early because he took classes about what to do in traffic. His family was so exited they all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hugged&lt;/span&gt; him and asked him questions all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4974696116145795363?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4974696116145795363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4974696116145795363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4974696116145795363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4974696116145795363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-accident.html' title='A big accident'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2651342092419619567</id><published>2009-02-23T06:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T04:53:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG! BOOM! CRASH! KER-PULMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There used to be a house in Kelowna British Columbia in Canada. There was a room in the house that was the kitchen. The chef that was trying to cook a omelet but a omelet with cars and frogs and fish heads. Every one was complaining about the noise.  The owner of the house comes down and tells him that he is fired.  The noise stopped and the people all cheeired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2651342092419619567?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2651342092419619567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2651342092419619567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2651342092419619567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2651342092419619567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/bang-boom-crash-ker-pulmk.html' title='BANG! BOOM! CRASH! KER-PULMK'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5031299457113942566</id><published>2009-02-23T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:13:44.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Worlds Collide</title><content type='html'>One day John came to school late. When he opened the door handle to the class room he went into a different world. The sky was made of chocolate, the grass was made of marshmallows, the door handle was now made of a doughnut and the trees were made of lolly pops.&lt;br /&gt;John said ''Am I in Heaven?''&lt;br /&gt;''No you are in Candy Mania.''said a little candy person.&lt;br /&gt;''I think I will stay here.'' replied John&lt;br /&gt; ''Would you like to be our king.''&lt;br /&gt; ''Sure!''said John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5031299457113942566?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5031299457113942566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5031299457113942566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5031299457113942566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5031299457113942566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-worlds-collide.html' title='Two Worlds Collide'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7233585409015122304</id><published>2009-02-23T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:46:50.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John knew that as soon as he turned the door handle  that his life would never be the same.</title><content type='html'>After school John went to turn the grade3 door handle that was haunted.When at least five seconds was up he turned into a ghost.So  he would haunt the class grade3.Until everybody turned the nob and became ghost.When everybody turned the nob Boom!Bam!Crash!The whole world exploited turning everyone to ghosts and they haunted the great open universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7233585409015122304?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7233585409015122304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7233585409015122304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7233585409015122304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7233585409015122304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/john-knew-that-as-soon-as-he-turned.html' title='John knew that as soon as he turned the door handle  that his life would never be the same.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8199910511941149256</id><published>2009-02-23T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:46:00.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jhon knew that as soon as he turend the door handle that his life would never be the same.</title><content type='html'>John was a little boy that lived in Atlanta. On the first day of school, the teachers told him that there was a door knob that would change your life forever. So, one day he went to turn the door handle at school because he thought they were joking. When he found it, he turned it and went all the way to the third century. When he landed he found a big graveyard with a lot of graves. He found out that they weren't lying. Two people came to take him to their house to get something to eat. When they were finished eating, they asked him some questions.They thought he was lying to them so they picked him up and threw him outside where it was freezing cold. Then a sheperd walked by and ask him," Are you alright?" The sheperd took him home with him and gave him soup and bread. After eating, the wise sheperd said," Get some rest til morning." When he woke up the sheperd told John to help him get corn and other vegetables for lunch and dinner. After they finished their lunch and dinner, they went to sleep. Later, the shepherd heard soldiers marching around his house so he hid John in his closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when the soldiers left he told John that it would be best if he went back to where he came from. He took John back to the graveyard and helped him find the spot where he landed. He found a door and turned the knob soon he was back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told his story no one believed him. John didn't care becasue he knew where he had been and what he had done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8199910511941149256?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8199910511941149256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8199910511941149256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8199910511941149256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8199910511941149256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/jhon-knew-that-as-soon-as-he-turend.html' title='Jhon knew that as soon as he turend the door handle that his life would never be the same.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4311081850522176545</id><published>2009-02-22T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:49:05.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fish&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;em&gt;small,scaly                      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     swimming,hiding,laying              &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                           the fish is sleeping,the dog is eating      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     running,playing,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patrolling&lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                   big,hairy                          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4311081850522176545?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4311081850522176545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4311081850522176545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4311081850522176545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4311081850522176545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2909365224026209612</id><published>2009-02-19T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:14:54.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''IT''</title><content type='html'>''Mama what is that black hairy thing on the ground?'' said Rosie ''And why is it moving all about?'' said Jack ''Well that my little children is an It.'' said mama People never found out what was under all that hair.'' said mama ''Are they real people?'' asked Lenny curiously ''We never know when where going to find an ''it'' here in South Carolina when I was growing up here we use to find ''its'' all the time but we don't see them much anymore.'' ''So that is what an it is my children.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2909365224026209612?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2909365224026209612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2909365224026209612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2909365224026209612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2909365224026209612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/it.html' title='&apos;&apos;IT&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2974745186508218322</id><published>2009-02-16T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:08:13.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>air jamaica</title><content type='html'>Air Jamaica is a great airline because it is popular and goes to Kingston Jamaica and Montego Bay Jamaica but not from grand cayman. But Cayman Airways goes to Tampa montego bay Kingston Chicago  Washington D.C. new york orlando and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE                                                                                                                                                         END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2974745186508218322?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2974745186508218322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2974745186508218322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2974745186508218322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2974745186508218322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/air-jamaica.html' title='air jamaica'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06443224383885070491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5684756198858939470</id><published>2009-02-16T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:52:56.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be any animal I would be a fish.</title><content type='html'>How funny, I thought by being a Fish I would get out of going to school, now i would get to swim in a school all day, I hope the traffic isn't too bad. I could then play all I want and do what ever I wanted , I could stay home and play video games and watch TV or even help around the ocean floor. I get to go to my friends house and we can make a water club house in a pipe and hide in the coral reef's. When we are finish with our water club house under the pipe, we can go and play octopus with the rest of our friends. After were done playing octopus we can all go to my house and get something to eat like squid to give us more energy. After eating we went to play another game called relay, it was fun because you get to choose ho will be captain for the three teams. At the end of the day we would be so tired we would go home to our old sunken Pirate Ship to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;The End!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5684756198858939470?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5684756198858939470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5684756198858939470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5684756198858939470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5684756198858939470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-could-be-any-animal-i-would-be_3019.html' title='If I could be any animal I would be a fish.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7595154594999423577</id><published>2009-02-16T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:50:02.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be any animal I would be a shark.</title><content type='html'>If I could be any animal I would be a shark because sharks are smart.  They could hunt for food instead of just wasting the money.  And we can go, go, go, go.  There would be no traffic at all.  I could rule the seas.  Any one who come in my territory would pay the price.  Or else...I would take them to my lare.  So when they get hungry I would feed them.  Then I would think they have learned there lesson to not come in the &lt;span&gt;territory of the king shark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7595154594999423577?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7595154594999423577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7595154594999423577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7595154594999423577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7595154594999423577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-could-be-any-animal-i-would-be_16.html' title='If I could be any animal I would be a shark.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-843860751491561852</id><published>2009-02-16T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:17:04.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be any animal, I would be a... because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could be any animal I would be a bird. Because I could fly and visit my family in USA Canada and Honduras. I would love being a bird. The only thing that I would not like was eating worms.I would just eat fries, bread and rice that's all I would eat. I would wish that all the pet birds would come out of there cages. I would also wish that all of my family and friends become birds too. I would thank God for answering my wishes. I would go to New Zealand and meet all of the people that Miss Hurst toughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-843860751491561852?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/843860751491561852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=843860751491561852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/843860751491561852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/843860751491561852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-could-be-any-animal-i-would-be.html' title='If I could be any animal, I would be a... because...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1015617325169590110</id><published>2009-02-16T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:58:32.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>use this as a starter.</title><content type='html'>'' We knew it was gowning to be a different day when miss hirst did not show up.''I will blowe a party and have free ICE CREME, Popcorn, snow cone, hot dog and a trampolin plus a trip to Miami&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;.  We woul also go to have fun at the pool. Then their will be no school for ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1015617325169590110?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1015617325169590110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1015617325169590110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1015617325169590110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1015617325169590110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/use-this-as-starter.html' title='use this as a starter.'/><author><name>Shania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225729262727860134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6505948421790872030</id><published>2009-02-16T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:57:23.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There once was a bee. She had 10 children. She didn't have much money because her husband had left her. She was warn out so she had to hire a ladybug baby sitter. But then the ladybug  left and said your kids are crazy I ain't working here! The busy bee frowned and said why why me. She went to bed.  Her children frowned as well. The next morning the busy bee did the same thing over and over again. She made a decision to send them to school. She had a lot more time in the afternoon and the morning. At night She would send them to bed at 8:00. So she would have allot more time for her self. She was never a busy be but a calm bee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6505948421790872030?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6505948421790872030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6505948421790872030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6505948421790872030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6505948421790872030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-bee.html' title='The busy bee'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6998909301496509235</id><published>2009-02-16T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:58:45.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We knew it was going to be a different day when Mrs Jones did not show up.</title><content type='html'>I went to school.  I went to my class and then I herd nothing.  I went to go see if the substitute was here.  I ran home to gatt my bed.  I gott my mom car to care my bad in. Then I put it in the class. Then I gott a gcose. Then I too a nap then I got in bad.  Next I saw a thcher then I then I sad wat I am taking a nap.  Then it was time to go home I will do this next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6998909301496509235?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6998909301496509235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6998909301496509235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6998909301496509235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6998909301496509235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-knew-it-was-going-to-be-different.html' title='We knew it was going to be a different day when Mrs Jones did not show up.'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7036823697415801241</id><published>2009-02-11T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T05:25:26.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora's starry christmas.</title><content type='html'>It was christmas Eve, and everyone at dora's house was getting excited for the celebration. Dora's baby brother and sister couldn't wait for dora to tell them the story of santa and his reindeer. ''Far ,far away in a little toy shop at the north pole lives a jolly old man called sant claus, '' began Dora.''Oooohh!'' cooed the babies.Dora continued, ''every chritmas Eve, santa's flying reindeer pull his sleigh around the world, so he can deliver presents. '' just then they heard a whoosh and a swoosh right outside the door! ''i wonder who that could be, '' said Dora.Everyone ran outside just in time to see santa's sleigh and his eight flying reindeer land in the front yard! '' Ayudenme, por favor! I need your help,'' called santa.''achoooooo!'' sneezed the reindeer.Santa explained that his reindeer had gotten colds.''If my reindeer aren't feeling their best, then I can't fly around the world delivering presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7036823697415801241?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7036823697415801241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7036823697415801241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7036823697415801241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7036823697415801241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/doras-starry-christmas.html' title='Dora&apos;s starry christmas.'/><author><name>Shania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225729262727860134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4874897829364765868</id><published>2009-02-10T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:08:05.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Super One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One day a super baby was born. It was a girl and her name was Amelia. She lived in a small house with her two big brothers Ethan and John and three little sisters Amy, Ida and Elizabeth. They were a poor family. So many days there mother would go with out food. One day Amelia got the idea to put on a show and raise money for the family. When she was done she counted the money ''One.. two..three..four''and Amelia went on.She had raised one hundred dollars! She was so excited that she put on another show and another and another and by the end of the week her family had one million dollars and five scents. One day a villain named Dr.Zakaiv went to one of her shows. He had a plan to kidnap Amalia and her family. But Amelia could hear people's thoughts. She covered the house windows with salt and made a circle of sugar around the house because that was the only thing that could lock Dr.Zakaiv out of the house. When Dr.Zakaiv arrived at the house he could not get in but he could fly over the house and into the sunroof of the house. That was what he did when he got in the house he snatched Amelia but he could not find anyone else so he left. When the family got out of their hiding places and tried to find Amelia.''Amelia Amelia where are you Amelia.'' cried her mother Lea. ''Were you.''said the youngest sister Ida. Finally Lea found the phone and called 911. When the police asked Lea were Amelia was she said With a man called Dr.Zakaiv. When the police found where Dr.Zakaiv lived they looked around the place and didn't find them but one police Found a tunnel and went in he found them Amelia was tied up in ropes and Dr. Zakaiv was wiping her. She was bleeding badly.The police arrested Dr. Zakaiv and presented him with life in prison.After five years Dr.Zakaiv died in prison.Amelia became a police remembering what had happened to her when she was a child and her two big brothers Ethan and John They became people who fix computers and her three little sisters went to Harvard. They all lived happily ever after.THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4874897829364765868?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4874897829364765868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4874897829364765868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4874897829364765868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4874897829364765868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-three.html' title='The Super One'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4874335565802294812</id><published>2009-02-09T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:17:09.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret worldof a turtle pond</title><content type='html'>Wains upon a time a man had a secret hide out under water and he wood com their Elmo's every&lt;br /&gt;day to save the turtles lives.When the turtles are in danger he wood look threw his binoculars and see the animals that are in danger if there are a&lt;span&gt;lot of animals in danger he wood call for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4874335565802294812?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4874335565802294812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4874335565802294812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4874335565802294812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4874335565802294812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-worldof-turtle-pond.html' title='The secret worldof a turtle pond'/><author><name>Landon Parsons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778566328563538873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-872803435532117423</id><published>2009-02-09T06:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:02:42.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest worry about the enviroment</title><content type='html'>My biggest worry about the environment is global warming. The polar bears are dieing because of it. The climate is changing and the polar bears cannot find any food for their young. Polar bears will soon become extinct.Please help the polar bears. My favorite animal is the polar bear and I will try to help them as much as I can. I hope that you will help them too. Their is another animal that is living in cold climate and that is the penguin. So please please please help these animals from becoming extinct. Tell your family about it too. They might want to help us to save these wonderful animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-872803435532117423?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/872803435532117423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=872803435532117423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/872803435532117423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/872803435532117423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-biggest-worry-about-enviroment.html' title='My biggest worry about the enviroment'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3402352998796957141</id><published>2009-02-09T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:48:51.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret world of  James bond.</title><content type='html'>There is this frog named James bond.  He is a superhero.  He saves the lives of fishes and humans too!  So He has a secret hide-out to plan who's life he's going to save.  James has this red error light.  When there is trouble hes screen turns on to see what is happening.  He can see that lemon shark the villain of the pond.  He gos out to town while the lemon shark approaches too.  When they both reached town James said "You better get out of my town Mr.Lemon face!"&lt;br /&gt;"Or what?" said the lemon shark. &lt;br /&gt;"Or else Ill screw you out of town!"  So then the shark was so shy he just swam away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3402352998796957141?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3402352998796957141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3402352998796957141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3402352998796957141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3402352998796957141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-world-of-james-bond.html' title='The secret world of  James bond.'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-7097409735519059168</id><published>2009-02-09T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:07:39.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What James Pond the turtle does</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time there lived an turtle named James pond. He lived in a clear clean pond. One day James went out on an adventure to the beach to look for shells for his mother and father. As soon as he jumped in the water he saw a school of hermit crabs. At four o'clock he went home and slept and dreamed that he was a spy all night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-7097409735519059168?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/7097409735519059168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=7097409735519059168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7097409735519059168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/7097409735519059168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-james-pond-turtle-does.html' title='What James Pond the turtle does'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-560471890489977495</id><published>2009-02-09T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:56:53.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secrt world of James Pond.</title><content type='html'>James pond is a spei. He work's under water. He's dskis is a turtle.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kep's his idade a sekret. James workt at a bank. He was a clawn. He wante to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watid to go to USA .  He trid to work in a school.  He trid to work at 5 diffrent plase.  Then he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he gote this job then he was a sopstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         LOOK AT MORE ADVENTURES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-560471890489977495?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/560471890489977495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=560471890489977495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/560471890489977495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/560471890489977495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/secrt-world-of-james-pond.html' title='The secrt world of James Pond.'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1759234541928649651</id><published>2009-02-09T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:00:03.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seceret world of a ninja  pond turtle.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there lived a ninja pond turtle. That fights the forces of evil, and he was the best super hero in the world. So one day he went to war for his own country. Then when he came back he had no wound any were on his body. So he broth peace to his world. The&lt;br /&gt;other day he woke up and herd danger in his country. So he found out that he was going against a giant robot. So it took him ten seconds to defeat the robot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1759234541928649651?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1759234541928649651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1759234541928649651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1759234541928649651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1759234541928649651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/seceret-world-of-ninja-pond-turtle.html' title='The seceret world of a ninja  pond turtle.'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-4238564304674420884</id><published>2009-02-05T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:47:16.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownies</title><content type='html'>Brownies is fun. I am a brownie and I have four other girls in my group. Their names are Nipunika we call her Nip for short Brynn Emily and Eden. Nip is the brownie leader and Brynn is the second. We have a brownie promise and we have to do one good turn everyday. We are not allowed  to tell anyone about are good turn. I have five badges. My Brownie teachers are Mrs. Wilson Mrs. Henry and Mrs. Kristie. There are three groups in the whole brownie pack. We do brownies in my school. We do it in the kindergarten room. The woman who sends all of the badges and uniform and stuff like that is Mrs. Lizard and if she reads this post then I would like to say thanks to her for sending all of the badges and uniforms to us. I would also say like to say thanks to Mrs. Wilson for giving us candy and making brownies so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-4238564304674420884?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/4238564304674420884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=4238564304674420884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4238564304674420884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/4238564304674420884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/brownies.html' title='Brownies'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-6187459678670323567</id><published>2009-02-05T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:36:33.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicine  plants</title><content type='html'>This week I learned about something very smelly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plantish&lt;/span&gt;.I learned that when I cut my cactus in the yard.I found something very smelly and its part Medicine!If you rub it on your skin it will feel much beater.So when I smelled my hand boy how it  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reacked&lt;/span&gt;.It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stincked&lt;/span&gt; so bad I washed my hand like about 6 times a day.And then it smelled better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-6187459678670323567?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/6187459678670323567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=6187459678670323567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6187459678670323567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/6187459678670323567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/medicine-plants.html' title='Medicine  plants'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461383521384890032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-989894857360730906</id><published>2009-02-03T06:37:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:58:51.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the super hero</title><content type='html'>Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; there Miguel  he was a bad super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vi lain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Landon&lt;/span&gt; the super hero. there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anther&lt;/span&gt; super hero named chad he  and Ladon  work to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gather&lt;/span&gt; to stop super   vilain  miguel .  landon  stop him  from useing his denomenater  chad landon brot him to jail and 2 months past miguel.  busted out of jail and London and Chad whent to stop him  let me tell reder miguel olso had. powers he do sonic waves out his  mouth  when Ladon use his laser eyes meguel sonic waves ladon died pour him but chad  got so angey that he tured in to super chad  afrter the battle.  miguel died and Ladon came back to life  10 yares past ladon got a son he had chad  son to whait for the next book bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-989894857360730906?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/989894857360730906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=989894857360730906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/989894857360730906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/989894857360730906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-hero.html' title='the super hero'/><author><name>chad levy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01262432920438407651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8448239701650782356</id><published>2009-02-03T06:37:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:23:48.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the last Thoth of a fly in the spider web then the fly did in the 1934 .then the spider went to hunt in the deep dark fores then the spider hidr some thing and it was.... a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ghost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the deep dark forest there was a 100 of them flying all arod her she was so scard that she coudt move and then... she do Kong fu and then she got the power from God and her power was ice and she frosen all of them.Then she gave thanks to the Lord for the power thet he gave her  THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8448239701650782356?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8448239701650782356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8448239701650782356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8448239701650782356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8448239701650782356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-thoth-of-fly-in-spider-web-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Shania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05225729262727860134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-3130245980172400940</id><published>2009-02-03T06:37:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:38:38.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-3130245980172400940?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/3130245980172400940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=3130245980172400940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3130245980172400940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/3130245980172400940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-time.html' title='Back in time.'/><author><name>Emily Bodden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08021525806306694467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-5051063069322258363</id><published>2009-02-03T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:00:04.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If We could travel back in time I would go to... beacause</title><content type='html'>We would go back to when &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; was on earth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; then we could meet &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; see him in the flesh. We would make friends with him and obey him. We would never let him go anywhere with out us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for when he died on the cross to save us. Then we would be sad that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; and never come out of our rooms again. But then we would be happy that &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rose  again from the dead.We would have the best life ever with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jesus.                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By Amy and Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-5051063069322258363?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/5051063069322258363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=5051063069322258363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5051063069322258363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/5051063069322258363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-we-could-travel-back-in-time-i-would.html' title='If We could travel back in time I would go to... beacause'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-491125719812984142</id><published>2009-01-27T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:40:56.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Waterslide Story</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at my party, my family and friends came over to go on the waterslide. My aunt climbed up the slide to help my cousin, Jace, slide down. When he was done, she started to climb down. She lost her balance and started to fall. All of a sudden, she screamed for help! When we went to find out what was wrong she was crying and saying that she thought her foot was broken. We called my dad, a paramedic, so he could help her. He put a bandage on her foot and my uncle took her to the hospital. The doctor took x-rays and told her she was right, she really did break her foot! She finally came back home with her foot in a cast, using crutches to walk. She was still in alot of pain, so we went over to help cheer her up. She has to go back to the doctor on Friday to recheck the broken foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-491125719812984142?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/491125719812984142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=491125719812984142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/491125719812984142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/491125719812984142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-waterslide-story.html' title='My Waterslide Story'/><author><name>jared</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17575420011413721277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-2633682037255744116</id><published>2009-01-24T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:12:09.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plants</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; Tree   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                       tall,dry                                                                                          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                         swaying,staying,standing                                                                             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                       stem,leaves,colors,vines                                                                            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                   blooming,breathing,budding                                                                          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                               beautiful,small                                                                   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                    Flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-2633682037255744116?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/2633682037255744116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=2633682037255744116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2633682037255744116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/2633682037255744116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/01/plants.html' title='plants'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-1050207108155632071</id><published>2009-01-23T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:41:25.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continuing of Criters Crawling</title><content type='html'>After she ran to her sisters house she remembered the spiders and termites.She had dreams about them, like the termites would crawl on her and the spiders would try to bite her.Her sister tried to help her but it did not work. After like three months she kinda got a little better but the problem was still there.One day her sister convinced her to get help. She went to this very old and wise woman that sold stuff like dream catchers and pills that made you sleepy. ''Hello who is there.'' said the old woman she was rocking in her chair knitting a sock. ''We come to buy something.'' said the old lady's sister ''What are your names.'' said the old and wise lady. ''Well I am Paula and this is my sister Rose.'' said the old lady ''What do you want to buy, I have dream catchers, pills, sleeping bands and drowsy spray.'' said the wise lady ''hmm, whats a dream catcher.'' ''well a dream catcher is a round thing with beads and feathers at the bottom and in the middle it is like a spider web and it catches all the bad dreams that you have and so you never ever have them again.'' ''we'll take that.'' said Paula. When they got back to the house they hung up the dream catcher. When it was night time Paula went to sleep she had the dream again when she got up she didn't feel anything but when it was night again she didn't have a nightmare she had a dream for the first time in one whole year. ''I am very very very proud of you from going to that woman and buying that dreamcatcher.'' said Rose ''Thanks.'' said Rose. after that she never ever had a nightmare about spiders and termights again and one day she got up the courage to get her own house and move out of her sisters. And she lived happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-1050207108155632071?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/1050207108155632071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=1050207108155632071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1050207108155632071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/1050207108155632071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/01/continuing-of-criters-crawling.html' title='The Continuing of Criters Crawling'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832235170915605340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3531430621804527995.post-8660198347722344505</id><published>2009-01-20T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:52:28.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i do for easter</title><content type='html'>When easter comes I have to stay at school till 12:00 my mom hides eggs full of candy in my house and we try to find it.This year i'm thinking of dressing up coco my dog into bunny ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3531430621804527995-8660198347722344505?l=fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/feeds/8660198347722344505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3531430621804527995&amp;postID=8660198347722344505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8660198347722344505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3531430621804527995/posts/default/8660198347722344505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbcsgrade3.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-do-for-easter.html' title='What i do for easter'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208989198540225506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
