<?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-21877544</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:17:17.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Writting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21877544.post-114566742448025226</id><published>2006-04-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:57:04.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last graded post....WOW!</title><content type='html'>A whole semester all gone by,&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see the finial grades,&lt;br /&gt;The dates of those dreded finials.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they give those again?&lt;br /&gt;Why not just another test,&lt;br /&gt;that would be the best.&lt;br /&gt;Do we really need to know,&lt;br /&gt;all that history that they teach us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114566742448025226?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114566742448025226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114566742448025226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566742448025226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566742448025226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-graded-postwow.html' title='The last graded post....WOW!'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114566722623303347</id><published>2006-04-21T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:53:46.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how should I know.</title><content type='html'>I am running out of stuff to type.&lt;br /&gt;Its all coming to an end,&lt;br /&gt;but when?&lt;br /&gt;They say that its just another month or so.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be true?&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost here,&lt;br /&gt;children playing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no more school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114566722623303347?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114566722623303347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114566722623303347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566722623303347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566722623303347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-should-i-know.html' title='how should I know.'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114566703361351153</id><published>2006-04-21T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:50:33.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever heard of Joy Juice?</title><content type='html'>It a very good drink,&lt;br /&gt;no its not what most of you are probally thinking.&lt;br /&gt;It a home made energy drink,&lt;br /&gt;Healthy and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Just orange juice,&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade,&lt;br /&gt;Ice Tea,&lt;br /&gt;a lemon,&lt;br /&gt;and an orange.&lt;br /&gt;Mix all together,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114566703361351153?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114566703361351153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114566703361351153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566703361351153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566703361351153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/ever-heard-of-joy-juice.html' title='Ever heard of Joy Juice?'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114566678294981847</id><published>2006-04-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:46:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home shows as a Job.</title><content type='html'>I sell Home and Garden, I have been for almost a year and a half now it is just a way for me to make some money and yet still be my own boss while I am going to school.  An average party is about $300 in sales and it not that hard to make. The party that I had to start selling was over $1,000 in sales, and I got 7 parties off from that, but lately my sales have been declining.  So my question to you is would anyone be interested in have a book show, a home show, or fundrasier for Home and Garden.  I realize that we are all poor college students but, you dont have to but anything if you have a good party.  For ever $100 that you sell you get 20% in free stuff and a half price item.  Also $500 parties are entered into a $200 cash drawing that is held at christmas time and everyone can use the extra cash then.  Please let me know if you are interested and I will get you a book.  There is also an opportunity to win a trip to Hawaii ask me for details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114566678294981847?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114566678294981847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114566678294981847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566678294981847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566678294981847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-shows-as-job.html' title='Home shows as a Job.'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114566635821339983</id><published>2006-04-21T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:39:42.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did that name come from</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder how someone or something got the nick name that they have?&lt;br /&gt;Well I have, especially today. I was at my boyfriends ball game and so of theose peoples nicknames just didn't make any since to me. I mean I am sure that each one has a uniqe story but, still. So of the names that they were being called were even longer than their actual name, wouldn't it be easier just to say their name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114566635821339983?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114566635821339983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114566635821339983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566635821339983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114566635821339983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-did-that-name-come-from.html' title='Where did that name come from'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114559437257251140</id><published>2006-04-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:39:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonders</title><content type='html'>How did things end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Is everyone’s life one big mess?&lt;br /&gt;How could this have happen?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t supposed to be like this,&lt;br /&gt;Was it?&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever know,&lt;br /&gt;Or will they?&lt;br /&gt;Lets not wait to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Someone will tell us what happens in the end,&lt;br /&gt;They always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114559437257251140?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114559437257251140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114559437257251140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114559437257251140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114559437257251140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/wonders.html' title='wonders'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114538245827325980</id><published>2006-04-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:47:38.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borderlands</title><content type='html'>The tower on top of the mountain will soon be finished,&lt;br /&gt;The supervisor is wactching with belief and assurance.&lt;br /&gt;There is a spot where the water runs down the rocky mountain and into the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;The ocean waves seem to be twisting into many different sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;The dogs run and bark to make the creatures go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114538245827325980?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114538245827325980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114538245827325980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114538245827325980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114538245827325980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/04/borderlands.html' title='Borderlands'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114296421125380708</id><published>2006-03-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:03:31.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-doing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears. In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed his or her schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go... At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short dont waste it. I think that this chorse of life is true for so many people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114296421125380708?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114296421125380708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114296421125380708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114296421125380708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114296421125380708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114296363432695209</id><published>2006-03-21T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:53:54.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>All these qoutes are anoymous.&lt;br /&gt;~“People say true friends, must hold hands, but truly great friends don’t need to because they know the other hand will always be there.”&lt;br /&gt;~“Begging’s are usually scary, endings are usually sad but it’s the middle that really counts.”&lt;br /&gt;~“You learn to like someone when you find what makes them laugh, but you learn to love someone when you learn what makes them cry.”&lt;br /&gt;~"Lead follow or get out of the way"&lt;br /&gt;~"One who thinks like others is not thinking"&lt;br /&gt;~“A wedding invitation beautiful and formal notification of the desire to share a solemn and joyous occasion, sent by people who have been saying “Do we have to ask them?” to people whose 1st response is “How much do we spend on them?””&lt;br /&gt;~“A man is designed to walk three miles in the rain to phone for help when the car breaks down—and a women is designed to say, “you took your time” when he comes back dripping wet.”&lt;br /&gt;~“No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.”&lt;br /&gt;~"Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.”&lt;br /&gt;~"A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that everyone would like some qoutes to give them a lift after the midterms week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114296363432695209?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114296363432695209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114296363432695209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114296363432695209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114296363432695209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114287574651753514</id><published>2006-03-20T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:19:16.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>Dogs can teach you alot throughout life and they will always be there to be your friend when you need someone to talk to, and knowone else is willing to listen.  Here are some qoutes that I thought have a lesson to be learned in them;   "Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful." -Ann Landers "A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself." -Josh Billings "The average dog is a nicer person than the average person."-Andy Rooney " We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare.  And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made."-M. Acklam "Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.'-Sigmund Freud "A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down."-Robert Benchley  "My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can. That's almost $21.00 in dog money." -Joe Weinstein "Ever consider what our dogs must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul -- chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!"-Anne Tyler "If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man."   -Mark Twain "You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, 'Wow, you're right! I never would've thought of that!"- Dave Barry "Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole."-Roger Caras&lt;br /&gt;Having dogs my whole life has helped me to see that all these qoutes are very true and I have a new goal in life that is to be the type of person that my dogs already think I am.  They don't stay mad at me forever after I have yelled at them for doing something wrong, they always want to spend time with me, and they are the best companions i have ever met for any person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114287574651753514?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114287574651753514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114287574651753514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114287574651753514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114287574651753514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114287563554825659</id><published>2006-03-20T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:27:15.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I never knew that things could be so different and strange.  My boyfriend and I have been dating for about 2 1/2 yrs now throughout this time his parents have always been spilt up, and last June his Dad died of a masive heart-attack.  Now his mom is dating again and even though his parents were split up for 5 yrs I think that it is going to be very different for him. It makes me think I am glad that my parents never split up. I dont know how i would have been able to deal with having my parents live in 2 different houses, and then latter seeing my mom start dating again.  I know that I wouldn't have been able to deal with the death of a parent as well as he did. I think thats just a male thing though... I know you guys like to deal with stuff on your own were us women like to talk about it and get it out of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114287563554825659?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114287563554825659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114287563554825659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114287563554825659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114287563554825659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114194781161377335</id><published>2006-03-09T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T15:43:31.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs</title><content type='html'>Drugs are bad to use,&lt;br /&gt;They can kill you the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;When you use them “Bang” a gun will go off&lt;br /&gt;Killing hundreds of brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;There are many different types of drugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s weed, crack, and PCP.&lt;br /&gt;The are hallucinogens&lt;br /&gt;And drugs you inject,And drugs you eat and smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114194781161377335?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114194781161377335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114194781161377335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114194781161377335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114194781161377335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/drugs.html' title='Drugs'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114175778967691152</id><published>2006-03-07T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:56:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Society</title><content type='html'>The Bandit keeps returning,&lt;br /&gt;Is the National crime rate really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Look for information on this topic on the web.&lt;br /&gt;to drill a house wall,&lt;br /&gt;based on information from the man in the southwest.&lt;br /&gt;You could,&lt;br /&gt;Put a piece of plywood over one wall.&lt;br /&gt;Do drivers with air bags take greater risk?&lt;br /&gt;Statistics show they do.&lt;br /&gt;He chose another,&lt;br /&gt;fishing lodge located in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;he soon discovers that,&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing good to eat there.&lt;br /&gt;Who composed that music,&lt;br /&gt;he sits wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114175778967691152?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114175778967691152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114175778967691152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114175778967691152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114175778967691152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/society.html' title='Society'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114158421815817464</id><published>2006-03-05T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:43:38.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farming Life</title><content type='html'>Being a farmer really does suck.  They have to get up early every day just to milk those cows that give us our milk products.  I lived on a farm until I was about 19 years old but we didn’t milk cows.  We raised dairy replacements and beef.  This was much nicer because, you didn’t have to get up as early, and sleeping in once and awhile was an option.  I love animals and I think that when I am older I will have a small hobby farm of my own.  It will have a few rabbits, calves, goats, sheep, pigs, horses, fish, and maybe even some other animals.&lt;br /&gt;Have your own animals is actually very nice.  You can have your own beef, and pork to raise up so that you can save some money when buying groceries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114158421815817464?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114158421815817464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114158421815817464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114158421815817464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114158421815817464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/farming-life.html' title='Farming Life'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114158205934787637</id><published>2006-03-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:07:39.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Activites</title><content type='html'>Does anyone find it fun do go camping, or do water activites?&lt;br /&gt;In the summer many families will take camping trips to many of the different parks around New York.  There are many different things to do when going camping;  you can go for bike rides, hiking, boat rides, go swimming, fishing, and enjoy the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;There are also people that have there own family camps and will plan there own activies and have there boats right there so that they can do water activities such as fishing, knee boarding, water sking and tubing.  There are also some people that like to play volleyball or other water sports.  There is also the fun of having family cookouts and sitting around the camp fire socilizing.&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that think New York is a boring place to be but like to camp, you should just hang around in the summertime there is always sothing going on and you can have lots of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114158205934787637?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114158205934787637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114158205934787637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114158205934787637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114158205934787637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/summertime-activites.html' title='Summertime Activites'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114158083225137723</id><published>2006-03-05T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:47:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Canton Fish Farm</title><content type='html'>For anyone who enjoys fish, there is one of the best Aquaculture programs in the state right here in Canton, NY.  Hugh C. Williams High School in Canton has been running an Aquaculture for about ten years now and has had great students come out of the program.&lt;br /&gt;         They start out with their own little fingerlings (baby fish), when these grow up to become healthy fish they sell them to stock peoples ponds or to people that want them to eat.  The canton fish farm is able to grow approximately 15,000 trout every year.  They only have 3 different trout breads, which are brown trout, broke trout, and rainbow trout.  The fish are sold by the pound, fish that are under 8 inches long are a $1.00 per lb, fish 8-10 inches are $1.50 per lb, and fish over 10 inches long are $2.00 per lb.  All the money that is made is put back into the program and to the Canton FFA.  This money makes it possible for the program to go on and for the students to be able to go there. For this program the student leave school for about 1hr and ½.  They have to come up with the money for a bus to get them there, which is why they sell as many fish as possible.  The few fish that they keep, they will go through a process of striping them of their eggs, and fertilize them so that they can raise up more fish for the following year.  This is done in the late fall around thanksgiving time, they do not always get enough eggs to have lots of fish to raise up so they get more from Garth Stevens in Chatagay, NY.  Although the fish farm in Chatagay is much bigger it is not as unique because, high school students do not run it, it is run by the state DEC.&lt;br /&gt;           There are many students that have come out of this program; they try to have at least 20 students every year.  Starting in 9th grade you are able to get into this program and can stay in it until you graduate because, there are different levels of learning for the program.  No matter how long you stay in the program you will learn something new every year.  Even the two teachers have realized that they are still learning new things each year that the program continues.  Some of the student that have taken this program in high school go on in college to do something with Aquaculture, although if you do it is very likely that you will have to leave the state to find a job.  The only jobs in NY that are really available in this field and working for the DEC and there are not that many positions available there.  A few of the students from the Canton program have went on in the program have ended up in Alaska working in a hatchery or on a fish boat, in Maine working at a hatchery, in Florida and Texas on fish boats or in a Marine biology center.&lt;br /&gt;          With in the past year there was money donate by, people in NY state (Aubrtine being one of them), this money made it possible for the program to make major improvements, so that more fish could be grown.  (I have an article from the Watertown Times that I will pass around).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114158083225137723?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114158083225137723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114158083225137723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114158083225137723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114158083225137723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/03/about-canton-fish-farm.html' title='About the Canton Fish Farm'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114105018657394980</id><published>2006-02-27T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:23:06.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A part of my character</title><content type='html'>In his garbage can ther eare used paper towels, junk mail, used paper plates and napkins.  It was just emptied this morning and taken outside for the trashman to pick up.  Its not really that dirty at all, but give it time there will be lots more trash to come.  It never seems to end, there will be empty bottles, cans, boxes, and more used plates and napkins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114105018657394980?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114105018657394980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114105018657394980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114105018657394980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114105018657394980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/part-of-my-character.html' title='A part of my character'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114104988550190416</id><published>2006-02-27T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:18:05.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Autum house p.9</title><content type='html'>Family Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father scolded us all for  refusing his liquor.&lt;br /&gt;He kept buying tequilia, and steak for the grill,&lt;br /&gt;until finially we joined him, making margaritas,&lt;br /&gt;cutting the fat off the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw how we drank, my sister&lt;br /&gt;shredding the black labels into her glass&lt;br /&gt;whilie his remaining grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;dragged their this bunk bed mattresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first out to the lawn to play&lt;br /&gt;then farther up the field to sleep next to her,&lt;br /&gt;I think it was then he changed,&lt;br /&gt;something in him died.  He's gentler now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiet, losing weight though every night&lt;br /&gt;he eats the same ice cream he always ate&lt;br /&gt;only now he's not drinking,&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't fall asleep with the spoon in his hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he waits for my mother to come lie down with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I thought that this was a very nice poem, the characters were very proud and the father new that he had to change or he was going to miss a very important part of his grandchildrens lives.~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114104988550190416?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114104988550190416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114104988550190416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114104988550190416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114104988550190416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/from-autum-house-p9.html' title='From the Autum house p.9'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-114004368526972994</id><published>2006-02-15T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:48:05.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>The moon is now where to be seen and not one star stains the sky.  It's the night a late model Chevy refuses to continue its journey to the safety of its home. It's the night that the little car's life passes from this realm to automotive Valhalla on a long, dark stretch of desolate road.  The driver is very upset with the lifeless automobile as he pushes it to the side of the road.  Not losing all hope he turns the ignition, praying that the engine had merely stalled.  His hopes are shattered, as there is no response from under the hood.  He tries the key again, and yet still no signs of life. "It's dead." He mutters to himself.&lt;br /&gt;                The driver, Carl Henderson, hits the steering wheel one final time in disgust. Carl, is a former high school football star, he lets out a string of complaints before getting out of the car. "That's the last time I volunteer for anything." He growls remembering his offer to fill in for a co-worker whose wife is pregnant at an out of town branch of the video rental chain that Carl is employed by. "Midnight in the middle of nowhere..." kicking the car as he looks around at his surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;             The leafless trees cast impossibly deeper shadows against the starless night sky. The twisted branches stab madly in all directions as if to flee some unseen terror lurking within the mist. The silence hangs about the area, except for the few sounds from the cooling engine of the dead car.  Carl leans into the car to retrieve a flashlight, after a brief struggle to open the glove compartment he pulls forth the flashlight.  After a swift check of the batteries, Carl gathers his courage and sets off in search of civilization.&lt;br /&gt;                 As Carl walks, he silently talks to himself about what might happen if this were a horror movie "Next thing you know some creep in a hockey mask is going to jump out at me." He laughs.&lt;br /&gt;            Then from nowhere loud screech fills the silent night as a huge, dark shape goes flying by Carl’s ear. Immediately he drops to the ground, with his heart pounding like a jackhammer. He clicks on his flashlight and scans in all directions, but nothing is to be found. After several minutes of heavy breathing, Carl gets up onto his feet convincing himself that it was just some large bird.  Realizing that he needs a distraction, to escape his fear he does the only thing that he can think of he begins to sing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;            Starting with all the songs that come to his head, time seeming to pass at a much steadier rate.  After a while Carl suddenly found himself walking toward a bright light. Headlights, Carl begins to wave excitedly as a pickup rolls toward him.  As the truck stops, Carl jogs over to the passenger side window. The window lowers as Carl looks inside and say’s "Excuse me sir, can you give me a lift to a gas station? My broke down a few miles back, and I am far from home."&lt;br /&gt;            "Of course son, get in." A rough voice replied as the door opened. Carl climbed into the passenger seat, thanking the man.  He got a better look at the driver, who looked an awful lot like Burt Reynolds in a straw farmer's hat and coveralls.&lt;br /&gt;Carl thought to himself as the truck coasted slowly up the rough road. "I really do appreciate your help sir. My car is a total goner."&lt;br /&gt;          "You shouldn't be out wandering alone out here son, it ain't safe." Farmer Reynolds replied.&lt;br /&gt;           “I agree.” Carl said as he glanced down at his watch. "Oh great, my watch is busted too! It still reads just after twelve. Do you happen to have the time, mister?"&lt;br /&gt;           "Nope." The old man replied eyes fixed on the road. "I don't wear no watch."&lt;br /&gt;             "I must have busted it when I hit my hand on the steering wheel." Carl stated as he saw lights just behind the row of trees "Are we getting close to town?"&lt;br /&gt;              "Yep." The old man nodded in reply.  Carl had visions of Pizza and Pepsi in his head, hoping that there would be convenience store of some sort.  He hadn't eaten in hours, and he was starving.  As they rounded a curve Carl’s jaw dropped as he saw that the light behind the trees sure wasn't what he excepted. It was a little tiny gas station and maybe there would be some food in there, this was a very small town.&lt;br /&gt;           Carl asked the driver to stop but he received no reaction, Carl reached for the farmer's arm. With great speed the old man's right hand shot forth grasping Carl's wrist in a vise grip like way twisting his arm.  Carl struggled beneath the man's grasp but could not get loose. Suddenly, the man let go and slammed on the brakes causing Carl, who was not wearing his seatbelt, to fly forward smashing into the windshield. Blood flowed freely into Carl's eyes from the many cuts in his forehead, making his vision very hazy.&lt;br /&gt;         Carl lay unconscious for what seemed like a lifetime. His first signs of consciousness returned as the passenger door to the truck swung open. He found himself once again in the old man's grasp and being dragged roughly from the vehicle. The light grew brighter as the man dragged him closer to the gas station. Carl tried blinking away the blood that was flowing from his forehead. He noticed through blurred vision, a trio of men.  Farmer Reynolds dropped Carl on the ground about 4 feet in front of the men.&lt;br /&gt;            The men looked just like the farmer and greeted the old man in a by stepping back.  One of the men turned toward Carl, he looked very afraid this made Carl choke on the bile in his throat.  Blood began to trickle from his ears and nose. Carl tried to speak, to beg them to release him, but he was unable to even whisper or takes a breath.  Then, as quickly as it started the sensation ends. Gasping, he gazes blankly at his captors. "What did you do to me?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man steps forward and leans intimately close to Carl’s ear. "I win, you will soon die with the others" He whispers softly then bursts into crazed laughter.  He cackles loudly as he stalks away, fingers raised in the air in a V for victory symbol. Silently, the central men of the trio came forward, hovering above the ground toward Carl stopping about a foot away from him. Their eyes lock onto Carl’s as if the men were about to speak. Then without warning, the men began to jerk violently, as if they were diseased. Its frail limbs began to twist in many different directions. It continues to expand until suddenly with a nauseating sound is made and the men drop to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;          Carl finds his way inside to ask the man be hind the counter for help.  The man behind the counter calls an ambulance and then say’s they will be right here.  Carl was determine to get help for this town and he didn’t know how he was going to explain to the emergency people what happen, and he didn’t even now their names.Carl unfortunate misfortune seemed to turn out ok, or at least that’s what he thought because, he got to help a small town discover what had been happening to the people that were dieing off and how it was happening to them.  As for Farmer Reynolds he was arrested for being the cause of the outbreak of the disease in the town.  They searched his farm and found things to support his arrest as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-114004368526972994?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/114004368526972994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=114004368526972994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114004368526972994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/114004368526972994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113993256733785377</id><published>2006-02-14T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:56:07.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we walked through the woods,&lt;br /&gt;The wind blow strong.&lt;br /&gt;Trees were falling, and branches&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how fast we ran,&lt;br /&gt;There was no getting away.&lt;br /&gt;Nature had control,&lt;br /&gt;Would we get out alive?&lt;br /&gt;The branches fell very close to us,&lt;br /&gt;This was going to be quite the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were out of the woods,&lt;br /&gt;Nature had let us live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113993256733785377?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113993256733785377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113993256733785377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993256733785377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993256733785377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/nature-poem.html' title='Nature Poem'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113993186554366382</id><published>2006-02-14T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:44:25.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History of Aquaculture</title><content type='html'>The future of aquaculture in the United states is a bright. Fish in wild stocks and the natural harvest is declining.  Farm raised fish and other domestic fish are growing very rapidly, and people are realizing the benefits of eating farm-raised fish.  There is less of a chance of getting a disease from the fish.  In our program to prevent diseases, we have a footbath, which is a pan that has chlorine and water in it that you walk through.  even though fish farming is beneficial for consumers getting started is the hard part.  To do this it takes though and consideration.&lt;br /&gt;     Years of work and research have been done to determine the best farming techniques.  Although many people think it is easy and fun.  It takes a lot of time, a lot of energy, and more importantly, a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;     You can also make a good profit from this type of organization.  Good quality water is essential to an aquaculture system.  The dissolved oxygen (D.O.) has to be about 7 for trout, the ammonia about .2, and the nitrogen should be lower than 2.  The Canton Central School's Aquaculture program meets most of the requirements and there is no sign of disease from our observations and test.  Very few fish die unless they are over fed, under fed, or when we do inventory, if a fish is dropped on the floor, it usually dies within a few days.  This does not happen often.  When we first started this year, we not skillful in handling fish and we would drop them.  Since the beginning of the year, however, we have learned how to handle fish properly and, as a result, have fewer accidents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113993186554366382?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113993186554366382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113993186554366382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993186554366382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993186554366382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/history-of-aquaculture.html' title='History of Aquaculture'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113993141451939182</id><published>2006-02-14T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:36:54.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stock a Fish Pond</title><content type='html'>Fish farmers have their own fingerlings (fingerlings are about 4-6 inches or longer) that they grow up to be healthy fish that can be used, for people that would like to have their ponds stocked.  There are many benefits to having your own fishpond.  If you love to go fishing all you have to do is go to your pond sit on the shore and fish or put your canoe in the water and start fishing.&lt;br /&gt;            When you are going to be stocking a pond, you must first get a stocking permit from the Regional Fishery Manager of the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation, Division of Fish and Wildlife.  If you are not sure where this office may be, you can contact your local Soil Conservation Service and ask them for more details on where you can obtain this permit.&lt;br /&gt;When stocking a pond avoid stocking the fish into water that is over 65 degrees F.  Signs that the fish may be under stress are they turn onto their sides, or are not acting like they normally should.  A pond that is stocked in the fall will contain small fish the first year after it is stocked.  Then by the second year they may get up to two pounds.  The best time of year to stock ponds is during cool weather like in the early spring, or fall months.  When the fish are being handled or transported, an anesthesia should be used so that there is less of a chance for the fish to get injured.  Also when an anesthesia is being used, it is a lot easier to count them and to take their weights as well.&lt;br /&gt;When the fish are being stocked into the ponds, you should be very careful not only because of the outside air temperature, and the different water environment, but also the fact that they are un-weaned from being hand fed, and may not know how the fend for themselves right away.  It is recommended that the fish that are being stocked into the ponds are 3-4 months old or older.  10,000-20,000 can be stocked at a time into an outdoor pond if they are going to be fed by hand.  When they are being hand fed the caretaker that is doing this buys pellet food and throws it into the pond for them to eat.  When they have to find food for themselves that eat different bugs, and worms.&lt;br /&gt;After stocking the fish, a few weeks later they may become sick or may lose their appetite since they are now in a different environment, and may not be being hand fed anymore so they many not find the food that they need to survive.  After the fish are delivered they should be checked on within a few days to see if there are any problems and how many, if any, deaths there were.&lt;br /&gt;            If fish are going to be delivered to a pond, they must first be prepared.  To do this where the fish are going to be delivered to a different tank or pond, the new location must first be cleaned so that there’s no unknown substances such as chemicals, diseases, and harmful bugs that might me bad for the fish that may are going to be stocked in that location.  Also before you unload the fish into the pond, you must inspect the pond first to make sure that there is a way that you would be able to unload the fish into the pond.  The fingerlings that are going to be delivered to one place should all be put into one tank for three or four days so that they can all get along together.  The younger the fish that is being transported, the less tolerant they are to the change in the amount of water that is there for them to build their environment.  If they are going to be going for a small tank to an large pond then before they are ready to be delivered, they should be put in a bigger tank if there is one available; if not, then they will have to be watched very closely when they are put into a bigger pond.  The pH of the water and the temperature of the water should be tested.  The pH difference should be no more than one point more or less than the environment that the fingerlings are coming from.  The temperature difference in the water should be no more than six degrees.&lt;br /&gt;            Although it is a lot of work there are many benefits to having your own fishpond.  If you love to go fishing all you have to do is go to your pond sit on the shore and fish or put your canoe in the water and start fishing.  You can invite people over to go fishing and charge them by the pond of fish that they catch.  You can also just sit, watch and enjoy the fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113993141451939182?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113993141451939182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113993141451939182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993141451939182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993141451939182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-stock-fish-pond.html' title='How to Stock a Fish Pond'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113993115616387742</id><published>2006-02-14T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:32:36.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visting Another country</title><content type='html'>When I was about 5 years old our whole family went down to Texas to visit friends.  While down there we decided to go to Mexico, although I don’t remember everything about the trip I do remember the highlights and that it was a very interesting trip.  There were a lot of things to do and the people dressed so much different then people in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;            When in Mexico we went to the flea market, where they barter to exchange products.  We bought three dresses one for each one of my sisters and one for me.  We also got Afghans that were hand stitched by the Mexican women.  We also got a few other souvenirs there as well.  Our friends that were with us also got some Afghans and then they also got a hand made lace tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;            There were people that were selling prickly pear cactus as a fruit.  Down there people break it open and eat the fruit out of the middle.  It was fun to just walk around and see the different products that they have down there, and to watch people exchange things by agreeing on a certain product towards one thing.  In some ways it seems easier to barter instead of paying with cash.  It makes things so much simpler, and people don’t worry about who has more money or who is more important.&lt;br /&gt;            On the way back to our friend’s house in Texas we stop at King Ranch.  Which is the birthplace of American Ranching.  If was founded in 1853 by Captain Richard King.  They own 825,000 acres that covers almost 1,300 square miles and is larger than the state of Rhode Island.  They have cattle and also do other agriculture business.  Such as processing cotton, sugar canes, grains, and also have a few citrus groves on the land. Although they do other farming they try to preserve the legacy that was begun by Captain Richard King.  I found this place to be very interesting because I loved animals and farming even at that young age.  There were a lot of long horn cattle there, which I don’t like cattle with horns but something about them interested me and I have wanted one of my own ever since.  They also had horses there, lots of them.  I used to love to ride them all the time so I wanted to but since I was younger I couldn’t because they wouldn’t let you.  They had all the animals out in the pasture so that the tourist could see them easier and watch them.&lt;br /&gt;           This trip was very rewarding and fun for me.  I didn’t want to leave to come home but like every trip does it ended.  Someday I would like to go back to visit Mexico and the King Ranch.  I have been to Texas since this trip but never had the chance to go back to the King Ranch or take a trip over to Mexico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113993115616387742?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113993115616387742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113993115616387742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993115616387742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993115616387742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/visting-another-country.html' title='Visting Another country'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113993098266745778</id><published>2006-02-14T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:29:42.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careless Driving vs. Careful Driving</title><content type='html'>Are you are careless driver or a careful driver?  Today there needs to be more cautious drivers.  There are too many careless drivers out there on the road.  It seems like when you drive you aren’t just driving for yourself but everyone else on the road. There are also a lot of people who do drive carefully and obey the traffic laws but the vast majority of the people out there on the road seem to be careless drivers.  It seems like some of the people that have there license just got it from a cereal box or something because they are not good drivers at all.&lt;br /&gt;            Recently there are a lot more traffic accidents as a result to careless driving.  They seem to occur on a regular basis, at least one a day, sometimes more.  Even here in St. Lawrence County were there are not a lot of people, there are still quite a few people that are killed in car crashes.  The number of deaths caused by people speeding doesn’t seem to help some drivers realize that maybe they should drive slower.  There are people who drive fast and don’t pay attention to the other vehicles on the road so when you are driving you have to watch out for them so that you don’t end up in a crash.  They are always driving fast in a hurry to get to where they are going.  Well maybe if people just left a little bit earlier then they would be able to get to where they are going on time without having to drive fast and endanger the lives of other people that are on the roads.  There also seem to be a lot of people who don’t know how to pass properly either.  They sometimes try to pass when there is a vehicle coming from the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;Careful drivers always drive slower at night and in areas where they’re not aware of the surroundings.  They tend to drive slower when the weather is bad outside, like when it is raining, snowing, or icy out.  They also know that if they need to be somewhere at a certain time that they should leave early to have a little extra time just incase traffic is bad or they have to detour, then they wont have to speed to get there.  The people who do take it as an important thing to be careful, obey speed laws, and try to stay clear of accidents they see.  They detour around them if they can so that they don’t cause any further damage.  They know how to pass properly so that they won’t endanger the lives of others or even themselves.&lt;br /&gt;          How somebody drives depends on the overall behavior of that person.  If people are calm, thoughtful, try to frequently correct themselves at different things, and they try to do things their best all of the time, they are most likely careful drivers.  If people don’t really care about what they are going to do or how it is going to affect others, then they are most likely careless drivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113993098266745778?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113993098266745778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113993098266745778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993098266745778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993098266745778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/careless-driving-vs-careful-driving.html' title='Careless Driving vs. Careful Driving'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113993084469532149</id><published>2006-02-14T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T07:27:24.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Your Time</title><content type='html'>There are many different things that can be done when managing your time.  Three things that can help are writing down everything that you have to do, write down your work schedule if you have one, and leave time in your schedule for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;            One thing that could be done is you could write down everything that you have to do for school if you are in school.  Then make a schedule of when you are going to do these things, and plan it out so that you have enough time to get everything done and still have time to spare.  If you think that it is going to take you about an hour to write an essay, then give yourself an hour and a half.  Then if something comes up or happens you still have enough time to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;            If you have a part-time job, another thing that you could do is write down your work schedule.  Write down when you have to be there, what time you have to leave to get there, how long you have to be there for, and decide if you are going to have enough time to do other things, like school.  Make sure you always put your school before your work so that you will do well and be able to get a better job.&lt;br /&gt;            The most important thing that you should always leave time in you schedule for is your family and friends.  When you look at your schedule that you wrote out make sure that you left time that you can spend with your family and friends, doing things like going to dinner and the movies, or just renting a movie and spending time talking at your house or their house.  The worst thing that you can do is shut everyone out of your life and just have school and work because then you could become very unhappy and will not do well in you studies or your work.&lt;br /&gt;            There are many different things that can be done when managing your time.  These are just three things that I try to do to help me manage my time better.  Remember to always leave time for your family and friends, then have extra time for your school work, and then make time for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113993084469532149?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113993084469532149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113993084469532149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993084469532149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113993084469532149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/managing-your-time.html' title='Managing Your Time'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113985006894449042</id><published>2006-02-13T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:01:08.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Skeleton</title><content type='html'>Turning&lt;br /&gt;In to a river of ice&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing today&lt;br /&gt;unlike yesterday, oh wait&lt;br /&gt;sweet jesus someone toke over the line&lt;br /&gt;What line was that?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel really fat&lt;br /&gt;Superbowl party trying to burst back out, FREE&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my illeteration because I feel like shoting myself&lt;br /&gt;When will it end&lt;br /&gt;It is going on forever&lt;br /&gt;It will stop soon&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will come out again&lt;br /&gt;Even though they are predictin rain&lt;br /&gt;It snowed&lt;br /&gt;School closed for a week&lt;br /&gt;So for a week we got drunk&lt;br /&gt;And walked around all day&lt;br /&gt;With my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And touching myself&lt;br /&gt;I always wounder why&lt;br /&gt;Why do dogs lick them self&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are dirty, not my best friend&lt;br /&gt;A dogs mouth is cleaner than your ass&lt;br /&gt;did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I thought everyone did.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113985006894449042?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113985006894449042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113985006894449042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113985006894449042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113985006894449042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/class-skeleton.html' title='Class Skeleton'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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-21877544.post-113890595485247876</id><published>2006-02-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:45:54.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I want to be a Teacher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are many things that come to mind when I think of being a teacher.  There is my love for helping children learn.  The teachers that I had help inspire me are another reason. Then there is my family influence.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was teacher for 35 years.  He just retired this past June but, still teaches adult education classes two nights a week.  He doesn’t think that I should become a teacher.  This is because of the way the system has changed since he first started, he doesn’t enjoy it, as much so he doesn’t think that I will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I have been very close for as long as I can remember we love to pick on each other.  I have always wanted to do what he was doing.  He is a teacher at Watertown Boces.  I would like to be a teacher to be like him and because of all the rewards that you can get for teaching someone how to do something.  We he first started teaching I remember him coming home and telling me about how the students were learning and progressing.  He felt that he had helped them become better students, and made things more possible for them.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to look back on my life when I am 70 years old and say wow I have really helped a lot of students over the years.  Know that have changed their lives in some way and hopefully for the better.&lt;br /&gt;There are the teachers that have changed my life, and helped me to make my decision to become a teacher as well as my family members.  There are many teachers that I could always count on when I was in high school that would help me.  They will still help me if I need them even though I have been out of school for a couple of years now.  One of teachers that helped me when I was in school that had retired before I graduated still keeps in touch, and is very happy to know that I am going into the teaching profession.  There are also the teachers that I got to know outside of school, when they had something tragic happen to them I would be there to help them if they needed it.  Just like they would help me when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say that I have always wanted to be a teacher but within the last four or five years I have been considering it more and more.  I still have a dream of one day opening up my own pet shop in a place where there isn’t one (like Canton) so that people who don’t have to go far to get what they want or need.  I also at one time wanted to be a physical therapist so that I could help people learn to walk again or use other parts of their bodies that are no longer functioning like they should be.Those are the many reasons why I would like to become a teacher.  Once again the reasons are my love for helping children learn.  The former teachers that have inspire me, and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21877544-113890595485247876?l=snyder52086.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/feeds/113890595485247876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21877544&amp;postID=113890595485247876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113890595485247876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21877544/posts/default/113890595485247876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snyder52086.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-i-want-to-be-teacher.html' title='Why I want to be a Teacher.'/><author><name>Becky Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476725920572195471</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></feed>
