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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2006 03:16:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It all started on May 19,2006 my class and I through a retierment party for my teacher Mrs.Domet.My teacher Mrs.Domet was so happy she started to crie</description>
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  <title>Another taribal day of Mothers day</title>
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  <description>Tomorrow May 15,2006 is Mothers day and every year I never get to get a Mothers day present for my mom because we don&apos;t have enough money.I wish we had enough money for a Mothers day  present because I have the greatest mom ever and I really mean it.I&apos;m sorry you never get anything for Mothers day or your birthday and your gift from me is that I love you very much and your the best.I know some times you get very angry or tired or glad makes you you you are who you are and your a great person and it comes from my heart and I really mean it.I Love You very  much you rock your special.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2006 04:29:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The best day ever</title>
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  <description>On May5,2006 I went to school and I gave these beautiful flowers to my teacher Mrs.Domet her face lit up like gold .Mrs.Domet was being nice to me for the rest of the day.All of the kids in my class got to go out side except for the missed behaved kids.My class and I and all the other 4TH grade classes had had to write a story for a Writing Test we only had 45 minutes to finish the test.A cople months later we got our test scores back.I had the 3RD highiest grade in all the 4TH grade classes I was as glade as a monkey with  millions of bananas.When I  got home I told my mom that I got the 3RD highiest grade in all the 4TH grade classes on the state Writing test she was as happy as a monkey.My mom,Mrs.Domet and I where proud of my state writing grade.I will never forget that day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 03:41:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Today I got in a fight with my best friend Rene. She said I had the sloppiest handwriting in the class. I told I didn&apos;t. We both talked with the teacher, Mrs. Domet and she helped us work out the problem. Rene said she was joking around, but she got in trouble anyway. Rene is still being mean to me. She still picks on me and says she doesn&apos;t want to be my friend anymore. I don&apos;t want to be friends with her anymore either.</description>
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  <title>Beach Party</title>
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  <description>Last week at my school, I had a beach party. My teacher, Mrs. Domet, gave us an invitation to the party.  The whole class got to go to the beach party. I had two cookies: chocolate chip and M &amp; M. We got to do the &quot;cha-cha slide&quot; and we got to do the limbo and played volleyball. There was a palm tree limbo and a flowered limbo. The lunchroom was decorated with beach balls and pink, purple, blue and yellow streamers. There was a big sun sign that said &quot;Welcome to the Beach Party&quot;. We had fun tossing the balls around. I fell down and my shoes kept falling off. One of the teachers was wearing heels and she slipped when doing the &quot;cha-cha slide&quot;. It was really funny.</description>
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