<?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-5553227289789990192</id><updated>2011-12-27T18:45:17.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPLA Writing Workshop 2009</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog displays the best pieces of writing created by students enrolled in the Writing Workshop 2009, in the ELT program at Universidad de Playa Ancha in Chile.


The Writing Workshop is a second-year subject, aimed at intermediate level students.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-8423720077181614327</id><published>2009-12-05T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:15:13.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress: Not always unhealthy!</title><summary type='text'>By Isabel CarrióStress is not always unfavorable; sometimes we work a bit better under a little stress. It is a psychological state that affects all people in some periods of their lives. Some people think that stress is always a bad thing; however, stress is NOT always a bad thing. There are two types of stress; Eustress and Distress. The first one is denominated as positive whereas the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8423720077181614327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/stress-not-always-unhealthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8423720077181614327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8423720077181614327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/stress-not-always-unhealthy.html' title='Stress: Not always unhealthy!'/><author><name>Isabel Carrió</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05708103599853141487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uoMWmLqYM2g/TjX5mLJq-wI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BEOAOQ6dui4/s220/happyveggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-3631192233483727855</id><published>2009-12-02T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:50:49.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless Dogs’ Conflict: Everyone’s Responsibility</title><summary type='text'>By Maximiliano Ayala.Do you really think that the state is solving in a good way the problem of homeless dogs? Considering that a dog is a living creature, the way the state is acting about this situation isn’t a good solution. Despite the number of homeless dogs around the city is being a real and big problem, the elimination of these animals is just an easy “solution”, without an ethical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3631192233483727855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/homeless-dogs-conflict-everyones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3631192233483727855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3631192233483727855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/12/homeless-dogs-conflict-everyones.html' title='Homeless Dogs’ Conflict: Everyone’s Responsibility'/><author><name>Clyde Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17623632097151038700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFSI1my7Ikw/Szh73uI8BzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rOIfxeVJGJU/S220/13540_1303785352857_1177192322_30935516_5426103_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-6403806347068549664</id><published>2009-11-04T11:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:46:40.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Life</title><summary type='text'>By Elizabeth Villablanca Now I know what real life is about. When I was in high school, everything was easier than now. I lived with my parents and I had everything that I wanted, my perfect world, my own bubble. However, here in college I’ve learned how to be more responsible and how to take care of myself. In my house, if I was hungry, my mother cooked for me, whereas here, if I’m hungry, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6403806347068549664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6403806347068549664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6403806347068549664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-life.html' title='The Real Life'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-915496203691669898</id><published>2009-11-04T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:45:34.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother’s Strength</title><summary type='text'>By Sebastian ToroMy brother has the strongest will of power that I have seen, why? Because he lost twenty kilos in one year and a half, and he is still in shape. After some medical exams, the Dr. told him to change his way of living, leave some kinds of food and start doing some exercise; his only choice was to do it. In spite of being an immature teenager, he took the decision of doing it, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/915496203691669898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-brothers-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/915496203691669898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/915496203691669898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-brothers-strength.html' title='My Brother’s Strength'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-5202330286193967396</id><published>2009-11-04T11:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:44:53.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing a Mischief</title><summary type='text'>By Martina Quezada Can you pretend being married? During a nice walk around the city with my friend Oscar, we had seen many different advertisements about new bachelor apartments. As a result, we decided to pretend being a young couple engaged and make a joke. Oscar and I went into a nice building asking to have a little tour around the apartments. Consequently, the real estate agent asked the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5202330286193967396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/doing-mischief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5202330286193967396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5202330286193967396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/doing-mischief.html' title='Doing a Mischief'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-2986746135954416490</id><published>2009-11-04T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:29:01.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living On My Own</title><summary type='text'>By Valeria PerezLiving on my own is not as easy as I thought. My last year in the school, I had so many fights with my parents just for silly little things and all that I wanted was to go to the university and live on my own. However, now I know how difficult it is living without my parents and all the things that I had in my home and I didn’t appreciate. For example, now I have to cook everyday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2986746135954416490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-on-my-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/2986746135954416490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/2986746135954416490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-on-my-own.html' title='Living On My Own'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-8557677871579157506</id><published>2009-11-04T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:43:25.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exceptional Young Man</title><summary type='text'>By Andrea MuñozCarlos Muñoz is the most exceptional young man that I have ever met. He is 30 years old and he has a successful career. He is a food engineer and works for a big company but at the same time he continues studying at night to become a Technical Expert in Logistics. He is a very persistent person. To complement his work life, he does a lot of sports like Rugby, Mountain Bike and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8557677871579157506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/exceptional-young-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8557677871579157506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8557677871579157506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/exceptional-young-man.html' title='An Exceptional Young Man'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-8210126721957738012</id><published>2009-11-04T11:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:42:42.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift For A Special Person</title><summary type='text'>By Beatriz HuertaA special person deserves a meaningful gift. A gift for a person you love like someone from your family, your friends or your boyfriend could be a big problem if you don’t know how to impress them. In my case, I did a really good job on my boyfriend's birthday. I gave him a video with the best pictures of our last months together. It was really hard to do because I’m not the best</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8210126721957738012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-for-special-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8210126721957738012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8210126721957738012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-for-special-person.html' title='A Gift For A Special Person'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7158383526279220173</id><published>2009-11-04T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:41:44.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Forget You Kiefer</title><summary type='text'>By Alejandro NarvaezWhy is life unfair but at the same time wise? The death of an unconditional friend is a strong pain, very difficult to deal with. However, sometimes you have to think without the heart in order to make difficult decisions. Ten years ago, we had a beautiful pet named Kiefer. I think Kiefer was really a partner to me and my family. He was our pride and protector many times. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7158383526279220173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-forget-you-kiefer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7158383526279220173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7158383526279220173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-forget-you-kiefer.html' title='I Never Forget You Kiefer'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-3034383858404706586</id><published>2009-11-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:41:01.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Exceptional Person Who I Ever Met</title><summary type='text'>By Marco Guajardo My grandfather was a wise man who taught me about life. He was a person who guided his all family when he was only twenty years old; he started to work in a lot of self sacrificing jobs in many places. He worked as an electrician in a big national company and he spent a lot of time travelling and knowing a lot of beautiful cities in Chile, like Antofagasta, la Serena, and Chiloé</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3034383858404706586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-exceptional-person-who-i-ever-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3034383858404706586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3034383858404706586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-exceptional-person-who-i-ever-met.html' title='The Most Exceptional Person Who I Ever Met'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-2829680902003693951</id><published>2009-11-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:40:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Disappointment</title><summary type='text'>By Jorge GuajardoThis was my first problem with someone that I considered a friend. I was 14 years old and I had a friend named Jose who also was 14.We were best friends for 4 years. We hadn’t had any discussions until that time. He was the person that I trusted the most, but when love came to my life for the first time, things changed. It was summer and I started to date Evelyn, who was my first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2829680902003693951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/2829680902003693951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/2829680902003693951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-disappointment.html' title='My First Disappointment'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-8414097991207059292</id><published>2009-11-04T11:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:39:25.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Father</title><summary type='text'>By Lucerito FariasMy father is one of the most important people in my life because he was the person who gave me life, as well as the protection and the love that nobody else can give me. My father has been a hard working and brave person in order to give me a good life. He always supports me in all my decisions because he is proud of me.  He is also a talkative and friendly person. When we go to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8414097991207059292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dear-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8414097991207059292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8414097991207059292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dear-father.html' title='My Dear Father'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7863398957362688327</id><published>2009-11-04T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:38:35.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Difficult My Life Is Now</title><summary type='text'>By Claudia CarvajalMy life was easier when I was thirteen than now that I’m twenty. Everything was so relaxing because at that time I didn’t have anything important to worry about, but now I’m so stressed because of the university. Before, when I was in high school, I used to study a little and that was enough, whereas now I have to study so much more because of the complexity of the contents. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7863398957362688327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-difficult-my-life-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7863398957362688327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7863398957362688327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-difficult-my-life-is-now.html' title='How Difficult My Life Is Now'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7056934098428127509</id><published>2009-11-04T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:37:31.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Self-Sacrificing life</title><summary type='text'>By Humberto AnguitaMy grandmother is an example of sacrifice. She is a housewife and a very hardworking woman and she is not the typical sweet grandmother. She is rather bad tempered but she is honest and a very open-minded person. She married my grandfather when she was only 13 years old; in that time she was only a little girl. Also in that time, she got pregnant. She has now eleven children, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7056934098428127509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-sacrificing-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7056934098428127509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7056934098428127509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/self-sacrificing-life.html' title='A Self-Sacrificing life'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-1008089891592567839</id><published>2009-11-04T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:36:45.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loveliest Workaholic</title><summary type='text'>By Marcela AmaroMy mom is the most special person for me and thanks to her I am what I am. She had a very bad childhood; she did not finish the school because she had to start working since she was very young. When I was a child I spent few times with her actually, because she worked day and night to give me everything that I wanted. So she has spent all her life working!  She is really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1008089891592567839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/loveliest-workaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1008089891592567839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1008089891592567839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/loveliest-workaholic.html' title='The Loveliest Workaholic'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7188120412367789531</id><published>2009-11-02T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:01:23.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Lesson To Learn</title><summary type='text'>By Gabriela Altamirano PozoLearning to leave the prejudices was an important lesson for me. My high school was one of the best of my city and also an expensive one. My friends and I had, in that time, a good economic situation and we belonged to the upper class. I always had everything I wanted and for that reason I thought I was better that anyone. Consequently, I had a lot of prejudices about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7188120412367789531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-lesson-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7188120412367789531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7188120412367789531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-lesson-to-learn.html' title='A Big Lesson To Learn'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-6936832476368312717</id><published>2009-11-02T06:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:54:21.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My House Is a Really Active Place</title><summary type='text'>By Geraldine SkewesMy house is a really active place. I live with my whole family, besides my granny and aunt Pina (she is my mom’s godmother). So, as you can see, we are a lot. My house is quite big, a two story house, so we don’t have problems with the space. When you enter in the house, the first thing you can feel is the smell of oranges from the dinning room; then, when you walk inside, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6936832476368312717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-house-is-really-active-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6936832476368312717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6936832476368312717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-house-is-really-active-place.html' title='My House Is a Really Active Place'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-1229471202544406961</id><published>2009-11-02T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:54:51.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learnt “In Time”</title><summary type='text'>By Francisco SereyA few years ago, back when I used to do things irresponsibly, my time was divided in a very particular preference, one I had never had before: I “had to” have fun, go out, play football, listen to music, and many other unspeakable activities, all but study as I should have. Among these unspeakable acts, there are a few which I had never done before, as many of us when we get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1229471202544406961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/lessons-learnt-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1229471202544406961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1229471202544406961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/lessons-learnt-in-time.html' title='Lessons Learnt “In Time”'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-4218901851753417149</id><published>2009-11-02T06:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:55:44.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Problems</title><summary type='text'>By Henriette SassoOne of the most common sleeping problems among people is insomnia. This problem is now a part of my life. I cannot remember the last time I slept all night long; I do not sleep more than 5 hours, including the weekend. My sleep problems started when I was in high school, when I was 14 or 15 years old. I remember that when I started to have sleeping problems, I thought it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4218901851753417149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/4218901851753417149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/4218901851753417149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping-problems.html' title='Sleeping Problems'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-2100077870055971886</id><published>2009-11-02T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:53:31.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Helpful Woman</title><summary type='text'>By Natalia RománGladys, my grandmother, is the most helpful person I have ever met. She raised me since that I was born, so she is like my mum. Throughout all my life she has taught me how to be a helpful and polite woman. When I was a child, my grandmother and I used to go to “Hogar de Cristo” place where we helped to prepared food and did activities for poor people. After that we worked like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/2100077870055971886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/helpful-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/2100077870055971886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/2100077870055971886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/helpful-woman.html' title='A Helpful Woman'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-3394667329926586054</id><published>2009-11-02T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:56:16.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Can Be An Exchange Of Love</title><summary type='text'>By Piera RamirezPatch Adams, a doctor who heals sick people, really inspires me. He is an American doctor, professional clown, actor and author. Patch is 66 years old. He is the inventor of laugh-therapy with the aim of medicine and therapy. He has visited some universities here in Chile, where he has given several conferences. Patch inspires me because he gave his life for helping sick people, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3394667329926586054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/healing-can-be-exchange-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3394667329926586054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3394667329926586054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/healing-can-be-exchange-of-love.html' title='Healing Can Be An Exchange Of Love'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-6859879318362838052</id><published>2009-11-02T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:56:49.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Risks Gets Your Adrenaline Going</title><summary type='text'>By Matias QuintanillaLast summer my girlfriend and I were celebrating our 13th anniversary. It was on January 26th. We had no money. Therefore, we were thinking of doing something insane. Though we had no money to go out anywhere, we bought some beers in order to cheer us up and say some words for that important day in our lives. Later, when we were a little excited (I mean under alcohol effects)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6859879318362838052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-risks-get-your-adrenaline-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6859879318362838052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6859879318362838052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-risks-get-your-adrenaline-going.html' title='Taking Risks Gets Your Adrenaline Going'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-9088772042926790913</id><published>2009-11-02T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:57:13.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Modest But Perfect Place</title><summary type='text'>By Misael PizarroYou will find no place as peaceful as my neighbourhood. When I wake up in the morning, there are little birds singing in the yard upon a huge tree that provides me shade. A few meters beyond, there are lots of houses, but most of the people are very quiet and peaceful. Hardly ever anything disturbing happens around my place. The smell of wet soil and grass in the afternoons is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9088772042926790913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/modest-but-perfect-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/9088772042926790913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/9088772042926790913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/modest-but-perfect-place.html' title='A Modest But Perfect Place'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7962221972104574734</id><published>2009-11-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:57:44.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Arriagada, Excellent Professional, Amazing Person</title><summary type='text'>By Francisco PeñaMiss Cecilia Arriagada is by far the greatest professor I can think of, and also a very nice person. When I first got classes with her, it was the second semester of 2008. For me, it was an experience that I’ll never forget, because she was really funny and witty while doing her classes. She surprised me by the way she knew how to handle the course without getting mad, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7962221972104574734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-arriagada-excellent-professional.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7962221972104574734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7962221972104574734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-arriagada-excellent-professional.html' title='Miss Arriagada, Excellent Professional, Amazing Person'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-9205249558788729545</id><published>2009-11-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:58:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awesome Country Side Just Near Home!</title><summary type='text'>By Michael MorenoIf I could visit a nice place to spend a good time and get relaxed, I’d choose the Communal Park in Rancagua city. I always go there at least once per month ever since I was a kid; I love to lie down on the fresh grass with my friends and cousins and have a good chat covered by the smell of trees. There is a small lake too whose water can be heard always moved by the wind. Next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9205249558788729545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-country-side-just-near-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/9205249558788729545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/9205249558788729545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-country-side-just-near-home.html' title='The Awesome Country Side Just Near Home!'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-5990715805556270857</id><published>2009-11-02T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:59:07.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Education in Chile</title><summary type='text'>By Paulina Montenegro C.                        The institutions don’t think about the importance of educating but about the price, the cost of every kid in the classroom. The people who manage Education are unfortunately economists, politicians (people who do not have a degree in education). However, the current Minister is a woman with many studies in the area. She is the face of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5990715805556270857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-education-in-chile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5990715805556270857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5990715805556270857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/public-education-in-chile.html' title='Public Education in Chile'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-1567944209990856653</id><published>2009-11-02T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:59:30.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriend, the Best Example of Life</title><summary type='text'>By Natalia MonroyMy boyfriend is someone who has triumphed by himself without family support. My boyfriend is called Ivan and he is 29 years old; he is easy going and loving. We have been together for three years. Ivan has suffered a lot. Perhaps, this is the reason why he is such a loving man. He had a childhood without a mother because she went to Venezuela and left him here. She died there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1567944209990856653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-boyfriend-best-example-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1567944209990856653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1567944209990856653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-boyfriend-best-example-of-life.html' title='My Boyfriend, the Best Example of Life'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-6950951157250448439</id><published>2009-11-02T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:00:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Place At Home</title><summary type='text'>By Jonathan MillaThe garden of my house is the most peaceful place to be in. It is not very big, but I think it has enough space. In there, you can find a big and old plum tree and a lot of roses surrounding the entire garden right next to the walls. Also, there is an area in the soil covered with grass, where you can usually see my big cat playing around, which really makes me laugh and have fun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6950951157250448439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favourite-place-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6950951157250448439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6950951157250448439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favourite-place-at-home.html' title='My Favourite Place At Home'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-6637075236127803083</id><published>2009-11-02T06:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:00:37.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Cigarettes: A Lethal Addiction beneath Pleasure</title><summary type='text'>By Rafael MuñozIs smoking cigarettes a pleasant choice or a lethal addiction?  Smoking cigarettes has been one of the most common habits among young and old people through many centuries in our culture, either as a sign of maturity or pleasant costume; smoking cigarettes is one of the more sociable accepted addictions like drinking alcohol or gambling to bookies. According to my personal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6637075236127803083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/smoking-cigarettes-lethal-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6637075236127803083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6637075236127803083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/smoking-cigarettes-lethal-addiction.html' title='Smoking Cigarettes: A Lethal Addiction beneath Pleasure'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-3815188382110799732</id><published>2009-11-02T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:01:11.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Warm House</title><summary type='text'>By Maria Jose MaldonadoMy house is the warmest place in the world; it is an amazing place to live. My house is small and has only two bedrooms, but it is comfortable and it is the place where I feel safe and confident. In my house I can hear the voice of all my family; my mother talking with my sisters, my nephews playing, the sound of my father’s car, and my baby niece’s babbling. Every time I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3815188382110799732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-warm-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3815188382110799732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3815188382110799732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-warm-house.html' title='My Warm House'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-1762059310818891774</id><published>2009-11-02T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:02:16.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Night in a Hill</title><summary type='text'>By Rodrigo LobosHave you learnt something by an extreme experience? Well, I did. My mom and I are very enthusiastic for nature and we always stay in touch with it. In fact, my mom has an aunt that lives close to a hill. So, we visit her a lot. One day we passed by and we decided to go hiking. Although Julieta (my mom’s aunt) warned us about the time, we went there anyway. We were so amazed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1762059310818891774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-night-in-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1762059310818891774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1762059310818891774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/nice-night-in-hill.html' title='A Nice Night in a Hill'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-1581422232844565663</id><published>2009-11-02T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:02:52.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood Home</title><summary type='text'>By Alejandra GutierrezI lived the most beautiful days of my life in my grandmother’s home. I grew up there and I really enjoyed it. Every morning, I woke up smelling toast that my grandmother did for us. It was the best way to start a day. Afterwards, my sister and I went walking to the nearest school; the road was amazing, big houses and trees, birds singing, as in a fairy story but in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1581422232844565663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-childhood-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1581422232844565663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1581422232844565663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-childhood-home.html' title='My Childhood Home'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-4596063753500463539</id><published>2009-11-02T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:03:26.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Happy with My Decision</title><summary type='text'>By Macarena GonzalezDo you think it is more important to follow your dreams or what your parents say about them? My parents always give me their support in my decisions. When I finished high school, I didn’t know what to study at the university, so I didn’t study enough for PSU test and they didn’t tell me anything, they didn’t force me to do anything that I didn’t want to. However, they always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4596063753500463539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-happy-with-my-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/4596063753500463539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/4596063753500463539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-happy-with-my-decision.html' title='I’m Happy with My Decision'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7976483931607143797</id><published>2009-11-02T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:03:55.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Priorities</title><summary type='text'>By Angela GonzalezThrough the years my personality has changed as also my priorities have. I remember when I was 13 years old. Sharing time with my mother was something very important to me because I felt lonely and insecure if I was alone, whereas at present I want to be more independent and I always try to do things by myself without asking help to my mother so I’ve been trying to look for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7976483931607143797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7976483931607143797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7976483931607143797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-priorities.html' title='Changing Priorities'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-1683398630771943868</id><published>2009-11-02T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:04:20.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousin Has Changed a Lot</title><summary type='text'>By Karen Flores MachucaMy cousin has changed a lot. He has transformed his mind and body; I can see a lot of differences in him. The changes in him have been extreme.  In school, he was overweight and introverted.  However, he looks very different at this time. He is thinner than before and he looks skinny. At school, he was shy and he did not have a lot of friends.  Now, he is known by everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1683398630771943868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cousin-has-changed-lot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1683398630771943868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/1683398630771943868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cousin-has-changed-lot.html' title='My Cousin Has Changed a Lot'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7692405089171795093</id><published>2009-11-02T06:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:04:48.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have the Best Mother in the World</title><summary type='text'>By Sebastian EscobarGladys is the most complete woman I have ever known. I am able to say that because I have lived 20 years with her. She is my mother. Since I was a child, I noticed that she was almost perfect because she gives all she’s got for her family. I remember all the occasions I was ill and she was there next to me, seeing if I was ok and doing everything necessary. She is like those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7692405089171795093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-best-mother-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7692405089171795093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7692405089171795093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-best-mother-in-world.html' title='I Have the Best Mother in the World'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-3084487481772770222</id><published>2009-11-02T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:05:12.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance: The Silent and Non-Violent Weapon</title><summary type='text'>By Humberto ChavezAre new generations more tolerant with social problems than the old ones? Apparently, this is true because schools provide the necessary education not only to solve some problems related to sexual and racial discrimination but also tools or skill to create a tolerant society. Instead old generations were guided by prejudice and discrimination; they didn’t take time to learn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3084487481772770222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/tolerance-silent-and-non-violent-weapon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3084487481772770222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/3084487481772770222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/tolerance-silent-and-non-violent-weapon.html' title='Tolerance: The Silent and Non-Violent Weapon'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7843278972669104469</id><published>2009-11-02T06:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:05:38.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day That Made Me Brave</title><summary type='text'>By Isabel CarrióOne summer vacation, my parents decided to go to a national park they have gone to when they were younger, but this time they were with another family, which were friends my dad had back then. Their children, my sister and I were there as well. As soon as we arrived there by car we had had a barbecue when my father and theirs decided to climb the mountain. Of course my mother and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7843278972669104469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-that-made-me-brave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7843278972669104469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/7843278972669104469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-that-made-me-brave.html' title='The Day That Made Me Brave'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-6984507843681414999</id><published>2009-11-02T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:06:04.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Quit or Not to Quit, That Is the Question</title><summary type='text'>By Camila CarmonaHave you ever loved something but you had to stop doing it?  Sometimes, deciding to quit is healthy, even if it hurts. When I was six years old I started practicing Rhythmic Gymnastics. I loved it and I was really good at it, actually. I used to practice around nine hours at week. It was very tiring, but I enjoyed it a lot. I practiced for seven years, and I won nine medals! It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6984507843681414999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-quit-or-not-to-quit-that-is-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6984507843681414999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/6984507843681414999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-quit-or-not-to-quit-that-is-question.html' title='To Quit or Not to Quit, That Is the Question'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-4709503876633129780</id><published>2009-11-02T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:06:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Apartment</title><summary type='text'>By Lorena CárdenasI think that some people may believe some places are wonderful just because of the memories they could evoke. That’s exactly what happens to me when I remember the apartment where my boyfriend and I started to live together. It wasn’t an exceptional place, but there was something that made me love it. It had three bedrooms, one bathroom, a living-dining room, a kitchen and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4709503876633129780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-first-apartment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/4709503876633129780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/4709503876633129780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-first-apartment.html' title='Our First Apartment'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-5422895666149027350</id><published>2009-11-02T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:01:07.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be a Teenager V/S to Be an Adult</title><summary type='text'>By Karla CamposIt is not the same to be a teenager that to be an adult. I still remember when I was thirteen years old. I used to have less responsibility than now. Going to school was my only duty. Now it is very different because I go to University and I have to study a lot in order to get good grades. When I was a teenager, I was worried about trivial things, for instance, boys and to be liked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5422895666149027350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-teenager-vs-to-be-adult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5422895666149027350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5422895666149027350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-teenager-vs-to-be-adult.html' title='To Be a Teenager V/S to Be an Adult'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-5132694170800887174</id><published>2009-11-02T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:07:00.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Francisco “Chico” Mendes</title><summary type='text'>By Jennifer Brito     Francisco “Chico” Mendes was an amazing, hardworking and sensible person who I looked up so much because he was an environmental activist from Brazil. Francisco fought to stop the burning and cut down of the Amazon rainforest in his country. He was brave, because he fought against a lot of rich and powerful people.  He was a person who had a big personality. He was really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5132694170800887174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/francisco-chico-mendes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5132694170800887174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/5132694170800887174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/francisco-chico-mendes.html' title='Francisco “Chico” Mendes'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-787718245411748507</id><published>2009-11-02T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:07:27.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violent Relationships</title><summary type='text'>By Tatiana BarrazaWhich is the parameter to establish a healthy relationship? Violence is a growing problem in relationships. Psychological surveys demonstrate that people are becoming more aggressive and violent. As a result, many relationships are based on feelings of dependence by fear.I remember when I was in high school, I fell in love with a man that was 5 years older than me. This was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/787718245411748507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/violent-relationships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/787718245411748507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/787718245411748507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/violent-relationships.html' title='Violent Relationships'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-8959850265264646321</id><published>2009-11-02T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:07:53.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School, High Self-Esteem</title><summary type='text'>By Maximiliano AyalaThe change from primary to high school was a good experience for me. I don’t want to sound pessimistic, but my basic education is considered one of my darkest periods in my life. This is because I didn’t use to have good relations between me and my classmates. But it wasn’t my fault, I always tried to get on with them. They were the problem. I was completely different from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8959850265264646321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-high-self-esteem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8959850265264646321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5553227289789990192/posts/default/8959850265264646321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uplawriting2009.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-school-high-self-esteem.html' title='High School, High Self-Esteem'/><author><name>Editor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13485840487971212822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fXGNQprTHGw/Su9AlcKySfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DjV8NL3ajUw/S220/candyenvalpo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5553227289789990192.post-7007911852634594348</id><published>2009-11-02T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:08:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fantastic Grandpa</title><summary type='text'>By Sylvana AstorgaMy grandpa is the most fantastic person that I have ever met. He is 72 years old. He is a widower, but currently, he has girlfriend named Vero. He is good looking. He is tall and thin. He has a moustache and wear ties. I think he is more athletic than me, because every day he walks 40 minutes around his neighbourhood. In his free time, he always cooks something delicious. 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