<?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-6389469758189667063</id><updated>2011-09-10T05:46:32.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of a Redheaded Jedi Ninja Musician</title><subtitle type='html'>"Quick! Robin! To the Batmobile..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-1741563929727593578</id><published>2011-07-10T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:05:39.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I would eventually like to do with Zackary Allen Graber</title><content type='html'>Not in any specific order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Balloon fight, Tie dye shirts, Go to the dinosaur museum in Chicago, take him to Wyoming, Go to either Ontario or Toronto to show Penny they're the same place, spend a whole night watching Gilmore Girls, learn to cook, dance, road trip, drive a Mini, ride a horse, buy a ring-tailed lemur, go camping, look at the stars, explore a cave, buy and name a star, teach him guitar, travel to see if Nessie is real, explore Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-1741563929727593578?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/1741563929727593578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=1741563929727593578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1741563929727593578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1741563929727593578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-would-eventually-like-to-do.html' title='Things I would eventually like to do with Zackary Allen Graber'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7001530024677695945</id><published>2011-07-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:04:41.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love doing with Zackary Allen Graber</title><content type='html'>Not in any specific order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lengthy walks at Shanklin Park, Family Get-Togethers, Swimming, Holding Hands, Napping, Making Cake, Making Cookies, Singing, Texting, Going to movies at Linway, Sitting in our castle, Quick trips to the Brew, Cuddling in the van, sitting on the couch with Pug Rug, talking gangsta, sharing an iPod, watching out the window, Night swimming, Going to the zoo, splitting Mancino meals, Tickle fights, Staring contests, Hugging, getting teased by Penny, Kissing, Kissing in front of Kaitlyn, eating twislers, eating twislers like Lady and the Tramp, Smiling, go to Taco Bell, Kaitlyn's softball games, wondering around Walmart, wearing glow bracelets, watching fireflies, say silly things on accident that makes him laugh, laughing, hit and runs with turkey vultures, illegally going to Michigan, people watching, first fridays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7001530024677695945?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7001530024677695945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3370806913045722202</id><published>2011-04-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:26:58.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, It is love.</title><content type='html'>Oh, it is love from the first time I set my eyes upon yours thinking "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear&lt;br /&gt;Its been hardly a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you are already missed&lt;br /&gt;There is still a bit of your skin&lt;br /&gt;That I've yet to have kissed&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, please do not go&lt;br /&gt;When you know, oh you know that I must&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You know (oh) you, oh know you can trust&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding hands once again&lt;br /&gt;All our broken plans I will mend&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you tight so you know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I pressed my hand to yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear,&lt;br /&gt;Its been hardly three days yet&lt;br /&gt;And I'm longing to feel your embrace&lt;br /&gt;There are several days&lt;br /&gt;Until I can see your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, wouldn't you like to be older and married with me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh say, wouldn't it be nice to know right now that we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Someday holding hands in the end&lt;br /&gt;All our broken plans will have been&lt;br /&gt;I will kiss you soft so you know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I pressed my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your heart may long for love that is more near&lt;br /&gt;So, when I'm gone these words will be here&lt;br /&gt;To ease every fear&lt;br /&gt;And dry up every tear&lt;br /&gt;And make it very clear&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you and I know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I press my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I set my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you and I know&lt;br /&gt;It is love from the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I set my lips against yours&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3370806913045722202?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3370806913045722202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3370806913045722202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3370806913045722202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3370806913045722202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-it-is-love.html' title='Oh, It is love.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-4945321755238521261</id><published>2011-04-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:06:25.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglection and a side of Writer's Block.</title><content type='html'>I have neglected my blog. Obviously. I think the last time I posted was before Christmas. But I just don't know what to write. I need a topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-4945321755238521261?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/4945321755238521261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=4945321755238521261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4945321755238521261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4945321755238521261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2011/04/neglection-and-side-of-writers-block.html' title='Neglection and a side of Writer&apos;s Block.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5614248673395729209</id><published>2010-12-13T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:51:10.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word from the Wise</title><content type='html'>You are so young; you stand before beginnings. I would like to beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can, to have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and books written in a foreign language. Do not look for the answers. They cannot be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day. Perhaps you are indeed carrying within yourself the potential to visualize, to design, and to create for yourself an utterly satisfying, joyful, and pure lifestyle. Discipline yourself to attain it, but accept that which comes to you with deep trust, and as long as it comes from your own will, from your own inner need, accept it, and do not hate anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5614248673395729209?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5614248673395729209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5614248673395729209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5614248673395729209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5614248673395729209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/12/word-from-wise.html' title='A Word from the Wise'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5462691996996093448</id><published>2010-12-07T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:28:53.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>Since my other blog about this was for a separate site, I would like to expand now. In here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Too often we  underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening  ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which  have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for  a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout your life, you will meet people that amaze you and that you look up to, and sometimes they're there to stay for a long time or hardly at all. All I can say is that I wish I had more time to spend with you. I love coming to school because I know there is a possibility that I could miss another learning experience or funny moment, and I know that you have opened my eyes and furthered my passion for music, and I wouldn't have wanted this semester to be any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that you are the one person who just always listened to what I had to say and you didn't judge me because of it. You are the perfect type of friend and I really hope we can keep in touch! I want to know where you end up. Maybe I'll transfer? Haha. You're going to go far. I have faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch with me! Best wishes! Let's get together sometime. Maybe the IU Music Camp is in my future... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5462691996996093448?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5462691996996093448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5462691996996093448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5462691996996093448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5462691996996093448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/12/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-1024967555005040398</id><published>2010-11-29T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:16:28.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned from Miss Pratt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As most semesters are drawing to a close, I would like to reflect on a  student teacher that has been at the High School with me since my first  day. She has been like a breath of fresh air, very helpful, and I know  my friends and I will miss her. She was always so interested in what we  were playing and had so many suggestions and positive words of  encouragement. So now, I present my list of things I have learned from  Miss Pratt:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- It's fun to see over people love orchestra, too!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Cello: one over, one under.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- When teachers express their love for a certain piece, it helps kids love them too. *cough* St. Paul's Suite.... *cough*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- When you grow up and buy adult pants, always buy pants with pockets in them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- The hardest note to get in tune is a first finger F on the E string.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Cool people wear Hello Kitty band aids.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-----------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll add to this as I think of more. I hope she's successful teaching  and I'll see her again sometime. I'd like to know where she ends up -  I'll be following in her footsteps one day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-1024967555005040398?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/1024967555005040398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=1024967555005040398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1024967555005040398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1024967555005040398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-learned-from-miss-pratt.html' title='Things I learned from Miss Pratt'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-4322907798695694892</id><published>2010-11-29T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:15:56.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Passes - Art Endures</title><content type='html'>NOTE: I actually wrote this yesterday, November 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier this month I took a trip to Chicago to see the Chicago  Symphony for my fifteenth birthday. Before the performance my mother and  I were strolling down Michigan Avenue towards the "haunted" Congress  Plaza Hotel. As we were walking, I noticed advertisements for a large  sheet music shop and violin makers on a building called the "Fine Arts  Building."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sadly, it was closed for the night but my mom promised she would take me back as soon as she could.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, I finally got to go back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am mystified by this building. Walking in, I felt like I had time  traveled back a hundred years. I half expected to see Stradivari  himself, working, after being lost in his element after all this time.  As I ventured further, I met the elevator operator, who pulled his lever  back and sent us flying to the 9th floor, as I watched through the open  wall in front of me. It reminded me of 1408. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I highly recommend checking out Performer's Music, a sheet music shop  in suite 904. This was the most amazing sheet music shop I have ever  set foot in. Or walking up the stairs to the Stradivari Society. Step  back in time for awhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-4322907798695694892?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/4322907798695694892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=4322907798695694892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4322907798695694892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4322907798695694892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-passes-art-endures.html' title='All Passes - Art Endures'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5825977494463495288</id><published>2010-11-25T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:08:09.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche.</title><content type='html'>I notice as I read facebook profiles that they almost always say "Music is my life." Which is great, we all do. It's turning into a cliche phrase. What does it really mean when you say that music is your life? Do you ever stop to think about what goes into making that (usually terrible) mainstream pop song you listen to? What did it evolve from? And by you not having that one song, could you not have survived? I think you just mean that you find joy out of listening to music - whether it's classical or rap crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between me and these cliche people I talk about. I make music. I don't just listen to it. And I don't just love it, I am passionate about it. If you took my violin away from me, I would be a completely different person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5825977494463495288?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5825977494463495288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5825977494463495288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5825977494463495288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5825977494463495288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/11/cliche.html' title='Cliche.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3650752827495970523</id><published>2010-11-02T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:19:37.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family unhurt in Goshen blaze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://goshennews.com/archive/x2073118685/Family-unhurt-in-Goshen-blaze"&gt;Family unhurt in Goshen blaze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Brianna's family, keep them in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3650752827495970523?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://goshennews.com/archive/x2073118685/Family-unhurt-in-Goshen-blaze' title='Family unhurt in Goshen blaze'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3650752827495970523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3650752827495970523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3650752827495970523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3650752827495970523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-unhurt-in-goshen-blaze.html' title='Family unhurt in Goshen blaze'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-4135124079134826623</id><published>2010-10-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:07:58.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discouragement.</title><content type='html'>Since I feel too kind to reply to your email personally, I will reply on here. Since I know you would never read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start by answering your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - I am in 9th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Right now with Madison, I am working on the Bach Concerto in A minor. I recently finished the Vivaldi Concerto mvmts 1/3.&lt;br /&gt;3 - I am not using the book position etudes.&lt;br /&gt;4 - I have no problem with 2 octave arpeggios, and I am learning 3 octave scales.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Every day, I have from the time I get home (around 3:30) until I feel like going to bed to practice. On the weekends, I have basically all day Saturday to practice. Sunday I am in South Bend and I do homework.&lt;br /&gt;6 - I would not have to give up any activities to practice 2-3 hours a day. I get bored, and I play for that long. I'm not on the computer that much. Maybe if I had something to actually practice, I could make good use of my time.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Last year for ISSMA, I played the Gavotte from Book 3 and I got a 9.5 rating. I have improved so much since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not heard me play privately in a lesson for almost two years. You have no idea what I sound like at this present moment in time. I have improved so much over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the pieces on Interlochen's list, only one is required. Not all. I wanted to do the Bruch concerto. Not that you want to know or anything, but I can already play half of it.  If I did that, I could also compete with the SBYSO in the Concerto competition. Not that you'd come to watch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you strongly believe in the order of the suzuki books, I strongly believe that I can do whatever I put my mind to. And honestly, that is what matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow up and be a violinist. I want to perform, and I want to teach. I would like to go to Yale College as an undergraduate and double major in performance and Education. I wouldn't mind giving private lessons. But I want to be the type of teacher that is willing to work on what my student wants - If I see that my student is eager to learn, I will teach them all I can. I won't hold them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't ever discourage them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-4135124079134826623?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/4135124079134826623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=4135124079134826623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4135124079134826623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4135124079134826623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/10/discouragement.html' title='Discouragement.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7675461989537948224</id><published>2010-10-09T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:52:10.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era - Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;V1.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you ever wonder what&lt;br /&gt;Will happen when it ends?&lt;br /&gt;How can we let go of the&lt;br /&gt;Ones who we call friends?&lt;br /&gt;And I know, it’s only a story, but&lt;br /&gt;For so many it’s more than that.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a world, all on its own where we&lt;br /&gt;Want to put on that Sorting Hat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the train ride in.&lt;br /&gt;And the pranks pulled by the twins.&lt;br /&gt;And though it’s nowhere I have been&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;V2.&lt;br /&gt;Could there ever be again&lt;br /&gt;Another one like this?&lt;br /&gt;One that’s brought us together and&lt;br /&gt;Started its own music movement?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Soon we will see it closed.&lt;br /&gt;The final chapter exposed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s an end of an era&lt;br /&gt;And I’m seeing clearer&lt;br /&gt;That nothing will ever be the same.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7675461989537948224?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7675461989537948224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=7675461989537948224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7675461989537948224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7675461989537948224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-era-oliver-boyd-and-remembralls.html' title='End of an Era - Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5575232552824981439</id><published>2010-10-07T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:19:25.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Accomplishments.</title><content type='html'>6th Grade&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School 6th Grade Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble - Gold Ensemble Rating&lt;br /&gt;Varsity Volleyball Team&lt;br /&gt;Junior Varsity Basketball Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Grade&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School 7th Grade Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble - Gold Ensemble Rating&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble - Silver Solo Rating&lt;br /&gt;Private Violin Lessons&lt;br /&gt;ASTA All-Region Orchestra Festival Participant&lt;br /&gt;     - Honored for Achievement by Goshen Community School Board&lt;br /&gt;Elkhart County Junior Youth Honors Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Yearbook Committee&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Ski Club&lt;br /&gt;National Junior Honor Society&lt;br /&gt;Varsity Volleyball Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Grade&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School 8th Grade Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble - Gold Ensemble (1) Rating&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble - Gold Ensemble (2) Rating&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble - Gold Solo Rating&lt;br /&gt;Private Violin Lessons&lt;br /&gt;ASTA All-Region Orchestra Festival Participant&lt;br /&gt;Goshen College Vivace Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;Maple City Chamber Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Yearbook Committee&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Teen Court&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Student Council&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Ski Club&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Middle School Builder’s Club (Secretary)&lt;br /&gt;National Junior Honor Society&lt;br /&gt;Who’s Who Academic Excellence Award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Grade&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Goshen High School Philharmonic Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;ISSMA Solo and Ensemble -&lt;br /&gt;Private Violin Lessons&lt;br /&gt;Maple City Chamber Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Elkhart County Youth Honors Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;South Bend Youth Symphony Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Goshen Summer Youth Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;Beginning Orchestra Volunteer&lt;br /&gt;Goshen High School Student Government (Secretary)&lt;br /&gt;Goshen High School French Club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5575232552824981439?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5575232552824981439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5575232552824981439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5575232552824981439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5575232552824981439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/10/list-of-accomplishments.html' title='List of Accomplishments.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-966058272882359563</id><published>2010-09-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:17:28.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TH8jtD48-OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_kDv0AbnJfM/s1600/45889_1511357938370_1067010161_1508136_1326702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TH8jtD48-OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_kDv0AbnJfM/s320/45889_1511357938370_1067010161_1508136_1326702_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163725970045154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TH8jtXRqbfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2tmq_kD_k8o/s1600/40251_1511387059098_1067010161_1508255_3296335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TH8jtXRqbfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2tmq_kD_k8o/s320/40251_1511387059098_1067010161_1508255_3296335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512163731173961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I adopted Louis II, successor of Louis I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like married him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I are going to have many new and exciting adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially now that MCCO has started. It feels so much different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I had to TRY to get the sound to come out how I wanted, but now it just pours out. Every violinist needs to find an instrument that sounds good with them and their style. It doesn't matter so much how well your teacher thinks it sounds if it sounds natural when you play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Louis II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-966058272882359563?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/966058272882359563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=966058272882359563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/966058272882359563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/966058272882359563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/09/louis-ii.html' title='Louis II'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TH8jtD48-OI/AAAAAAAAAKk/_kDv0AbnJfM/s72-c/45889_1511357938370_1067010161_1508136_1326702_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-6376754293719434116</id><published>2010-09-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:06:06.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audition... Among other things.</title><content type='html'>Today: Besides missing school (if I miss 4 more days I'll fail all my classes) I auditioned for South Bend Youth Symphony Orchestra. Although it's not exactly the prestigious orchestra of Interlochen School of the Arts, it's the closest thing you'll get around here. The audition went well, or so it felt. I won't know until tomorrow how well I did or what placement I received. There are two main options, Symphonic or Philharmonic, then Violin 1 or Violin 2 inside both of those. If I didn't make Symphonic (since I didn't try out using 3 octave scales) then the most I can hope for is Violin 1 for Philharmonic. Which I wouldn't mind - my goal would be principal violin that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived feeling slightly nervous, only to enter the practice room with a dude playing some sort of band instrument, a cellist, and a younger violinist who was scratching out Gavotte from Suzuki book 2 or 3. I opened my case to tune wishing that I could be warming-up in a room that wasn't full of college-aged musicians or people just hanging out. I warmed up with a few scales and practiced a few parts of my piece. I noticed while I was practicing quite a few people stopped to watch, including the Gavotte Girl. The cellist kept plowing on through Bach's Cello Suite No 1 which sounded pretty good, and I'm sure if he wasn't nervous he would have gone a little slower. I felt comfortable in the room and practiced a few other pieces to adjust. Then they called my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lead up to room 100, up the stairs and to the left. In the room it was rather stuffy and crowded with tables stacked up everywhere. In the back of the room there was a stand, and one table set out with two judges smiling and waiting for me. They picked the scales I was dreading - although prepared for. But what I noticed most is that it wasn't as hard for me as before. It's getting easier to play for people. That's my goal. Results tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-6376754293719434116?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/6376754293719434116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=6376754293719434116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6376754293719434116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6376754293719434116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/09/audition-among-other-things.html' title='Audition... Among other things.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-1535207447367366525</id><published>2010-08-10T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:42:07.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Dark Rosin: The Difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TGH59ddLQkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/El_n7ZlqdyQ/s1600/dark+rosin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TGH59ddLQkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/El_n7ZlqdyQ/s320/dark+rosin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503955053897794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TGH6GIC-R3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZZAjMXBUpPw/s1600/light+rosin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TGH6GIC-R3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZZAjMXBUpPw/s320/light+rosin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503955202769569650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always see the two different kinds of rosin. Dark, and light. But what's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, rosin is the most important part of your set up, and also the least expensive. It makes the hairs on your bow sticky so they can grasp the strings when you slide it across. You could compare it to fishermen all hooking some fish at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light:&lt;/span&gt; Some argue that light rosin is the best choice for treble instruments. It's harder and doesn't melt as easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark: &lt;/span&gt;Most people say this is softer, more likely to melt, and has a better grip. Sometimes you get a light rosin with a dark color added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are other things that go into picking the best rosin for your instrument. Where you live and your climate could change what you should use. Your type of strings and brand of rosin may or may not mix well together. Some rosins can increase the build-up you get making you have to clean it more - although you should wipe it after you play every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One brand of rosin compared to another can completely change the tone of your instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another factor... whether your bow is made of synthetic hair, or horse hair.  Horse hair is always the best for playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-1535207447367366525?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/1535207447367366525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=1535207447367366525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1535207447367366525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1535207447367366525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/08/light-and-dark-rosin-difference.html' title='Light and Dark Rosin: The Difference?'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TGH59ddLQkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/El_n7ZlqdyQ/s72-c/dark+rosin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8700236273914117699</id><published>2010-08-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:59:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of sad to say that beginning orchestra is over for this year. It's one of those things that no matter how hectic the day before was, you keep on going back. You get to share what you know with the little kids and sometimes add your few cents about what you think is important, tricks, and tips, that will help them be successful. I know there are some things I wish my helpers would have told me that would have helped. I get to be silly and make mistakes too - and I think that helped some of the kids to keep coming back. And now, they know someone older than them they'll run into sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I learned a lot about myself and was able to correct some things about my own playing in the process. Going back and re-learning the bow hold made me more confident in my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine not doing this for all the summers through High School. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to learn to play the viola d'amore. I have no idea where to buy one or where I could get lessons (although Rachel Barton Pine said she'd give anyone who wants one a lesson....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got a baroque violin coming soon. I'm going to try and get a special fingerboard put onto it along with a matching tailpiece. Then I'll have to look for a baroque bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to understand why Rachel quit school and homeschooled instead.  There is just so much to do and learn plus school it's hard to balance it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Friday. I'm excited. Not really nervous, because as long as I have a map I'll be fine. I'll just highlight my different classes and color code them so that I know how to get there easily. Orchestra is first period. 3 days a week I'll wake myself up in the perfect way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more to this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8700236273914117699?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8700236273914117699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8700236273914117699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8700236273914117699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8700236273914117699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/08/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-6350532602044319136</id><published>2010-07-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:23:01.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repose en paix, mon chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TESW_4xvSzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LBwcqMKr1JY/s1600/sunbathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TESW_4xvSzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LBwcqMKr1JY/s320/sunbathing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495683469615778610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I would like to look back on a cat, a little friend, I've had since I was 3 or 4. Even through the end he's been the greatest little friend for me. I'm guessing he died last night before we got home from Toronto - otherwise I'm sure our friend Gary would have told me, since he was keeping us updated in texts. He died alone. When we got to the house, I knew he was gone, and I didn't want to go down to the basement and get him. Before we left, I knew he was sick and probably wouldn't make it to see us again, so I told him, "Little buddy, if you need to go while we're gone you can. I understand. But that doesn't mean I don't love you and want you to." Three days later I got the text that his legs were failing him and he was having trouble getting around... and I knew it was getting closer to being the end. I used this song for Pup when he died in mama's arms two years ago, and I'm going to use it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is how long must I wait to be with you&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still here so far away from home&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through&lt;br /&gt; somehow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ, there are no goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;And in Christ, there is no end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Homesick, Mercy Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-6350532602044319136?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/6350532602044319136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=6350532602044319136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6350532602044319136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6350532602044319136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/repose-en-paix-mon-chat.html' title='Repose en paix, mon chat'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TESW_4xvSzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LBwcqMKr1JY/s72-c/sunbathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5184134535753014986</id><published>2010-07-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:20:03.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Night</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mom and I drove to Millennium Park in Chicago to see Rachel Barton Pine get the Great Performer of IL award for 2010. Afterward she played a concert consisting of her three groups - her Trio, Illinois Symphony Orchestra, and Earthen Grave. During her first performance, it started pouring rain and storming. Now... Millennium Park is nice, but it's outside. So to go along with the amazing baroque performance we had a little extra bass beat in the background. She went on through her Symphony performance which was great, and then Earthen Grave played, and I didn't know an electric violin could sound so cool. Haha. Most people had given up on staying dry by this time and were splashing in the puddles but mom and I refused to give up on the umbrella. There was a crazy dude dancing in the aisle and yelling things during the concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to stand in line to meet her, and I was pretty much in the front of the line. I took my bridge off my violin at home and had her sign it. When I told her who I was, she remembered me from an email I wrote her telling her how ironic we were in comparison. How cool is that?! I still need to tell her that she likes Maude Powell - my orchestra teacher's name is Mr. Powell. She took a picture with me and I accidentally deleted it on the way home, and I cried about it. I'm not ashamed to say so. I'm trying to recover it using www.cardrecovery.com but I'm not sure if it'll work - but I really hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5184134535753014986?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5184134535753014986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5184134535753014986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5184134535753014986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5184134535753014986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-night.html' title='A Great Night'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3877319039669360383</id><published>2010-07-10T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:39:33.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Great Performer of Illinois Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TDiiEMMmYQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J-hN9xgfLVg/s1600/gpil_2010_artists.Par.36183.Image.0.0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TDiiEMMmYQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J-hN9xgfLVg/s320/gpil_2010_artists.Par.36183.Image.0.0.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492317938455568642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explorechicago.org/city/en/things_see_do/event_landing/special_events/tourism/RBP_GPIL_2010.html"&gt;2010 Great Performer of Illinois Award Presentation &amp;amp; Concert | Explore Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be attending this tomorrow night. I am going to see Rachel Barton Pine, a violinist. We have many similarities; red hair, the violin, middle names, last names, and string choice. I hope to get to meet her - she usually sticks around for autographs (says on her website) and so it would be interesting to meet her. Maybe we're related?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3877319039669360383?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3877319039669360383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3877319039669360383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3877319039669360383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3877319039669360383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010-great-performer-of-illinois-award.html' title='2010 Great Performer of Illinois Award'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/TDiiEMMmYQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J-hN9xgfLVg/s72-c/gpil_2010_artists.Par.36183.Image.0.0.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5946147489678047401</id><published>2010-07-10T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:32:37.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beastly by Alex Flinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/544891.Beastly" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beastly" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1278680924m/544891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/544891.Beastly"&gt;Beastly&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/79589.Alex_Flinn"&gt;Alex Flinn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/105326046"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A beautiful thing is precious, no matter the price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has the same plot as Beauty and the Beast, but it's set in NYC with two teenagers. A popular, rich, gorgeous guy and a not-so-noticeable girl attending a private school on scholarship. The boy is transformed into a beast by a "witch" and given two years to find true love or be stuck that way forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other books by this author: Breathing Underwater, Breaking Point, A Kiss in Time, Nothing to Lose, Fade to Black, and Diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3439803-alexis-barton"&gt;View all my reviews &gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5946147489678047401?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5946147489678047401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5946147489678047401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5946147489678047401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5946147489678047401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/beastly-by-alex-flinn.html' title='Beastly by Alex Flinn'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7943821377027232667</id><published>2010-07-05T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:15:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Poetry</title><content type='html'>J'ay Desiré Cent Fois&lt;br /&gt;Pierre de Ronsard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ay desiré cent fois me transformer, et d'estre&lt;br /&gt;Un espirit invisible, afin de me cacher&lt;br /&gt;Au fond de vostre coeur, pour l'humeur rechercher&lt;br /&gt;Qui vous fait contre moy si cruelle apparoistre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si j'estois dedans vous, au moins je serois maistre&lt;br /&gt;De l'humeur qui vous fait contre l'Amour pecher,&lt;br /&gt;Et si n'auriez ny pouls, ny nerfs dessous la chair,&lt;br /&gt;Que je ne recherchasse à fin de vous cognoistre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je s¸aurois maugré vous et voz complexions,&lt;br /&gt;Toutes voz volontez, et voz conditions,&lt;br /&gt;Et chasserois si bien la froideur de voz veins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que les flames d'amour vous y allumeriez:&lt;br /&gt;Puis quand je les voirrois de son feu toutes pleines,&lt;br /&gt;Je me referois homme, et lors vous m'aimeriez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;I Want to Be Inside You&lt;br /&gt;Pierre de Ronsard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred times I wish I could transform myself&lt;br /&gt;And become an invisible spirit that hides inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;And seeks to comprehend your scorn&lt;br /&gt;Which seems to me so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would become master of your emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I would discover the pulse of your nerves&lt;br /&gt;As they flow through your flesh and change&lt;br /&gt;Your disdain. And then I would know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of yourself, against your will&lt;br /&gt;I would be a part of your desires and your terms.&lt;br /&gt;And I would chase the coolness from your veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perfectly, love could set fire to you,&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I saw them burst into full flame,&lt;br /&gt;I would step out and be a man again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7943821377027232667?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7943821377027232667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=7943821377027232667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7943821377027232667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7943821377027232667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/french-poetry.html' title='French Poetry'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-6645518271558428479</id><published>2010-07-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:58:29.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell.</title><content type='html'>What I miss most about elementary school, specifically first grade and kindergarten, is show and tell. Every Friday, we would have the chance to bring in something that was important to us - a piece of us - to share with everyone else. I haven't gotten to do anything like that since then. I think that no matter how old you are - sometimes it's important to take piece of yourself and share it with everyone else. Do teachers even do that anymore? I think it helps to make kids more understanding of each other. It shows them that "hey, this might be important to you, but this is important to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more to this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-6645518271558428479?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/6645518271558428479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=6645518271558428479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6645518271558428479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6645518271558428479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/show-and-tell.html' title='Show and Tell.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7097034025107382570</id><published>2010-07-01T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:27:46.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live Harry Potter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the past 10 years of my life, there has been Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next two years, it will be over. I won't have something to look forward to in that regard. The movies will be finished. The books have been finished for a few years. What more can they do? I still believe that JKR should write one more book about Harry Potter. One more. She should rewind through the last few pages of Deathly Hallows and talk more about what happens to these characters. After all - I've known them for ten years. They're almost like family to me. I think I'm going to finish up my other books and reread the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I watch this trailer, I get goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/movies/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="repeat=1&amp;amp;vid=20590246&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/movies/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="repeat=1&amp;amp;vid=20590246&amp;amp;" height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7097034025107382570?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7097034025107382570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=7097034025107382570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7097034025107382570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7097034025107382570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-live-harry-potter.html' title='Long Live Harry Potter.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-2143127947710053854</id><published>2010-06-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:51:15.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.violinist.com/blog/laurie/20064/4869/"&gt;Guess who's coming to practice?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read the above first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to this blog that Laurie Niles posted. My violin repairman (www.stringdokter.com) showed me this relatively new, whose creation was overseen by a skilled German maker. It was handmade, but "antiqued" to look old. It's a select model, and there aren't very many of them in existence. It's one of a kind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw it, I wasn't so sure I would like it. I relate to what Laurie posted - I only wanted to date this fiddle, and now it wants a marriage. A two thousand dollar marriage, not including a new bow.  But I will find a way to be with this violin, whatever it may take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-2143127947710053854?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/2143127947710053854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=2143127947710053854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/2143127947710053854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/2143127947710053854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-whos-coming-to-practice.html' title='I&apos;m in love....'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-6270372241769560104</id><published>2010-06-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:03:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>I had a lot of quotes saved in my computer, I thought I might move them here since they take up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5COwner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Cambria Math"; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:1; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-format:other; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Calibri; 	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0in; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} span.huge1 	{mso-style-name:huge1; 	mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-ansi-font-size:15.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:15.0pt; 	font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Verdana; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Verdana;} span.bodybold1 	{mso-style-name:bodybold1; 	mso-style-unhide:no; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Verdana","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Verdana; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Verdana; 	font-weight:bold;} .MsoChpDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	mso-default-props:yes; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault 	{mso-style-type:export-only; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	line-height:115%;} @page WordSection1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 	{page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="huge1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' 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line-height: 115%;"&gt;"We loved with a love that was more than love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bodybold1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; --Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"In the  end, everything is a gag." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;--Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/36817.html" title="Click for  further information about this quotation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); text-decoration: none;"&gt;"When  you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters."-- Frank Lloyd Wright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My  advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife you'll be happy; if not, you'll become a philosopher." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;--Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got  to be careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--Yogi   Berra&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams." -- Dr. Seuss &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0.5in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear." --John Lennon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"We all live with the objective of being happy. Our lives are all different yet the same." --Anne Frank&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 75pt 0.0001pt 0in; line-height: 120%; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." -- Maya Angelou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.&lt;br /&gt;-- Helen Keller&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"The most beautiful things in the world are not seen nor touched. They are felt with the heart." -- Helen Keller&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;" &lt;/o:p&gt;Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down." -- Oprah Winfrey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"&lt;/o:p&gt;You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you." -- Frederick Buechner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Only one person in a thousand is a bore, and he is interesting because he is one person in a thousand." --Harold Nicolson&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Hold every person close to your heart, you could wake up and realize they’re gone forever." --Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." -- Erica Jong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.” --Unknown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Irritability is immaturity of character. If you are subject to being cross and unpleasant with other for no apparent reason, you need to come face-to-face with the fact that you are thinking too much of yourself. After all, your feelings are not the most important things in this world.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today.” -- James Dean&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Don’t wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect. There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect conditions. So what? Get started now. With each step you take, you will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more self-confident and more and more successful.” -- Mark Victor Hansen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end.” -- JRR Tolkien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/32440.html" title="Click for  further information about this quotation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); text-decoration: none;"&gt;Sometimes  when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your  life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or  maybe just a brief moment of vanity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 120%; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;-Henry Bromel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-6270372241769560104?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/6270372241769560104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=6270372241769560104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6270372241769560104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6270372241769560104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5466230686865981328</id><published>2010-06-27T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:31:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorus Duo</title><content type='html'>My best friend Brianna and I have joined together to create "The Decorus Duo," a two-person ensemble aimed at playing for weddings, parties, and other small events. We are still working on our webpage so for info before it's done, you'll have to contact us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit our website at:&lt;br /&gt;www.wix.com/decorusduo/thedecorusduo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5466230686865981328?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5466230686865981328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5466230686865981328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5466230686865981328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5466230686865981328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/06/decorus-duo.html' title='Decorus Duo'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-237752604626964665</id><published>2010-06-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:10:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essential Characteristics for Music Teachers</title><content type='html'>Nancy Shankman: Essential Characteristics for Music Teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be passionate about what you’re doing. You have to love children. You have to love music. You have to love bringing music to children. You have to be organized. You have to be well prepared. And you have to be able to take the good days with the bad days. Not every day is great, but sometimes when you have a really great day, it makes up for all the other days that weren’t so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, it’s interesting, music teachers always have a chance to perform and they always have a chance to get the applause. Other teachers of other disciplines are sometimes resentful of that because all they have to worry about is whether their kids are going to test well on the math test. And they don’t get the kind of kudos that a music teacher does. So [for] the music teacher, it’s implicit in their operations in a school to include, to be as inclusive as they can of other teachers in working with their programs so that everyone gets the applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation is a very important thing. Anybody that goes in there and wings it is not going to be very successful because students pick it up right away. So, a teacher has to be well prepared and a teacher has to know the music that they’re teaching. [It’s] very important. A teacher has to be sensitive to the needs and learning styles of the students in her class. And not everybody learns the same way. The actual classroom management piece is probably the most difficult thing for students to learn. Because while you can teach certain techniques, other things are just experience. The more you do it, the better you get at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we try to send them to schools where the teachers they work with are masters of what they do, so that they have good role models. Then I also look for: Do they love it? Do the kids love them? Because if they’re going to do this for the rest of their lives, they better love it. I would hope that they come out of that student teaching experience, as most of them do, and say “oh I love it there. I love it there.” And if I hear that, then I know they’re going to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very honest I think you can teach it up to a point. But it’s something…you can learn classroom management, you can learn how to choose repertoire, you can learn how to write a lesson plan. But to teach someone to be passionate about something… you either got it or you don’t. And if a person doesn’t, and they really are having a hard time and they really don’t seem to be enjoying what they’re doing, I encourage them to look at another area, look somewhere else. Because they’re not going to be happy or successful. So why start out with something that you’re not going to want to do for the rest of your life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it’s a calling, because your day doesn’t end at three o’clock. And I’m not saying that other teachers’ days end at 3 o’clock. They have to take papers home, they have to grade them and so forth. But you have rehearsals after school, you work with individual students, and the older they get, you prepare them for auditions. It’s just not a nine to three job. And then if you’re a musician and you do your own music outside of school, it’s a full time profession. For the music teacher, students need individualized ensemble rehearsals after school, and need to go to performances and need to be exposed to the world of Arts outside of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, music teachers themselves need to do music outside of school. It’s like a doctor who continually takes courses to be up to date on the latest techniques. A person who doesn’t practice his or her own music, loses something and loses something in their teaching. The more you are a musician, the better teacher you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- http://www.artistshousemusic.org/videos/essential+characteristics+for+a+music+teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-237752604626964665?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/237752604626964665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=237752604626964665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/237752604626964665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/237752604626964665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/06/essential-characteristics-for-music.html' title='Essential Characteristics for Music Teachers'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8747901604909993574</id><published>2010-06-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:26:18.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Varnish.</title><content type='html'>Recently, I put a sticker in the shape of a heart on my shoulder and ended up sunburned like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you could do that with violin varnish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could put an itty-bitty heart on the back, in perhaps the corner, and stain everywhere but the heart, getting as close as possible, leave it on while it dries, and clear coat polish over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8747901604909993574?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8747901604909993574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8747901604909993574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8747901604909993574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8747901604909993574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/06/varnish.html' title='Varnish.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7267231500271877154</id><published>2010-06-20T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:58:59.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio Stradivari</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in awhile. I guess that's the downside of having to be in three different places at once when there is only one of you. Every day since school got out I go to PE from 8-12, sometimes longer. On Tues/Thurs, as soon as that gets out I go to orchestra, where I should have been two hours prior. That is usually over at 12:30 and then I hang out for a bit, go home, eat, shower, and then I go help Mr. Powell with the 5th grade beginning orchestra from 3:30 to 6. After that, I finally get to relax and I'm usually so exhausted I fall asleep not long after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Back to the real reason for this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been fascinated by violins from mainly the late 16th century and early 17th century. That was the time of Antonio Stradivari (1644-1737), who is considered to be the best violin-maker ever, beating Andrea Amati (1500's) and the Guarneri family (17/1800's) for quality. All three were Italian families from around the area of Cremona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't get his last name mixed up with what he put on his makers tag, which was often printed or handwritten. Tags that are authentic read "Antonius Stradivarius Cremonesis Faciebet Anno (date)." That is latin. It's the maker, where it was made, and the date. His instruments are also often referred  to as "strads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his lifetime, he made over 1,100 instruments. Only an estimated 630 of them survive, 512 of which are violins. But Stradivari didn't just make violins, he made everything. Violins, "viols" (or violas), the violoncello (or cello), and guitars. I'm not positive as to whether he made the double bass or if it was around at that time. Only one guitar is left in existence. Many of his instruments were ruined in floods, fires, accidents, at sea, and during WWII. Surviving instruments today sell for 2 million dollars or more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo-Yo Ma, a celebrated cellist, plays the "Davidov" Stradivarius cello which is on loan to him. You can visit a Strad violin at the National Music Museum in South Dakota, where it is currently on exhibit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7267231500271877154?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7267231500271877154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=7267231500271877154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7267231500271877154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7267231500271877154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/06/antonio-stradivari.html' title='Antonio Stradivari'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-480157092480134314</id><published>2010-05-28T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:36:59.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day.</title><content type='html'>Every summer, it's harder than the last.&lt;br /&gt;I get closer to being completely done with school. &lt;br /&gt;There are four more years.&lt;br /&gt;Four very short years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just left a phase of my life. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a high schooler now. &lt;br /&gt;No more "Mama fus" &lt;br /&gt;or Mr. Wilson and his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all a little different now.&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on. &lt;br /&gt;No more familiar halls.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to four very short years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-480157092480134314?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/480157092480134314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=480157092480134314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/480157092480134314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/480157092480134314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3624085464605100616</id><published>2010-05-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:07:57.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-Genre Project - Dear Reader</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader, &lt;br /&gt;Throughout your lifetime, there is always going to be an open door for you. A chance for you to learn or try something new. It may or may not be worth it in the end. You have to choose the ones you want to close and the ones you want to open. You’re going to make big decisions and small decisions. Some of them might seem small but grow into something that changes your life. That’s what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best decisions I made when I was younger was choosing orchestra over band. Then that broke into a smaller decision: violin, viola, cello, or bass. I chose violin, and I love it. I’ve spent just as much time with my violin as I have with my friends. It’s a part of me. I consider it human; in a way, it reflects the emotions that humans can feel. Some of the best compositions were made for the violin when someone was feeling sad, heartbroken, or happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this as my focus because it’s important to me. I can’t imagine who I would be if I hadn’t picked it in fourth grade and started something that 30 years from now, I won’t forget. I’m going to continue playing. I’ll never give it up. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Barton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3624085464605100616?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3624085464605100616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3624085464605100616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3624085464605100616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3624085464605100616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-264115152262282268</id><published>2010-05-02T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T19:44:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining.</title><content type='html'>Let's pretend that you are the parent of a small child. As your child gets older, you have to choose how you are going to raise them. Are you going to give in to whining, or are you not? No matter how much you love your child, you can't always give them what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's say that you chose to give in to your child every time he or she whined. They'll use this over and over on you, to get what they want. They'll grow up and use it on other adults and friends.  So pretend you're at the store, and they really want a toy. Then the next day, they want this game. Then the next day, it's something else. Each time they whined for it. Sooner or later they're gonna realize that every time they whine - they get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you. When teenagers and adults whine... SO NOT COOL! I think that when teenagers whine about something - and let me define it... being irritated to the point where it's all you hear about - I can't stand it. ESPECIALLY after they get what they want, and they're acting all yippie skippy about it. I think they need to get knocked back a few steps and know what their place is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-264115152262282268?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/264115152262282268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=264115152262282268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/264115152262282268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/264115152262282268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/05/whining.html' title='Whining.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8616348004790058438</id><published>2010-05-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:08:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 days</title><content type='html'>There are 28 days until I am officially out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost a freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to think there are a lot of lasts... Friday was the last concert at the middle school. Soon there will be the last of this class, and that class, or that hallway or this teacher. Some of those teachers I might never see again. Now I'm moving on to new people (or the same old people that went to some of the same elementary schools as I did) but everyone is supposed to act more mature, and not let little things bother them. There will be more hallways and more ground to cover. New areas to get lost in. There will be French... Which I miss so much. Pretty soon I'll learn to drive, I'll have my sweet 16... I'll continue with orchestra, I'll graduate a International Baccalaureate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past three years have flown past so quickly. I can't imagine how high school will feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8616348004790058438?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8616348004790058438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8616348004790058438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8616348004790058438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8616348004790058438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/05/28-days.html' title='28 days'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8344463926464733210</id><published>2010-04-28T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:06:56.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;Miss self sufficient&lt;br /&gt;Miss keep your distance mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Miss unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Miss out my way&lt;br /&gt;Miss don't let a man interfere, no&lt;br /&gt;Miss on her own&lt;br /&gt;Miss almost grown&lt;br /&gt;Miss never let a man help her off her throne&lt;br /&gt;So, by keeping her heart protected&lt;br /&gt;She’d never ever feel rejected&lt;br /&gt;Little miss apprehensive&lt;br /&gt; said ooo, she fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling taking over&lt;br /&gt;Thinking no one could open the door&lt;br /&gt;Surprise it’s time to feel what’s real&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;No longer need to be defensive&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye old you when love is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss guarded heart&lt;br /&gt;Miss play it smart&lt;br /&gt;Miss if you want to use that line you better not start, no&lt;br /&gt;But she miscalculated&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t want to end up jaded&lt;br /&gt;And this Miss decided not to miss out on true love&lt;br /&gt;So, by changing her misconceptions&lt;br /&gt;She went in a new direction&lt;br /&gt;And found inside she felt a connection&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling taking over&lt;br /&gt;Thinking no one could open the door&lt;br /&gt;Surprise it’s time to feel what’s real&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Miss independant&lt;br /&gt;No longer need to be defensive&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye old you when love, when love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Miss independent walked away&lt;br /&gt;No time for love that came her way&lt;br /&gt;She looked in the mirror and thought today&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Miss no longer afraid&lt;br /&gt;It took some time for her to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful love could truly be&lt;br /&gt;No more talk of why can’t that be me&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I finally see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling taking over&lt;br /&gt;Thinking no one could open the door&lt;br /&gt;Surprise it’s time to feel what’s real&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Miss independant&lt;br /&gt;No longer need to be defensive&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye old you when love&lt;br /&gt; when love is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly Clarkson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Independent'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-2559947805931369732</id><published>2010-04-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:15:29.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Heroes</title><content type='html'>These are our new nicknames....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaity: Batman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brianna C: Yoda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brianna L: Catwoman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cecile: The Incredible Hulk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pamela: Superwoman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn: Spiderman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div 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Heroes'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8357538085208191127</id><published>2010-04-21T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:48:41.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear this time I mean it</title><content type='html'>Oh Florida, please be still tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't disturb this love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Look how she's so serene&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta help me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And count the stars to form in lines&lt;br /&gt;And find the words we'll sing in time&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep her dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's my one wish, I won't forget this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outdated, overrated&lt;br /&gt;Morning seems so far way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sing a melody&lt;br /&gt;And hope to God she's listening&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping softly while I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your memories&lt;br /&gt;Your lullaby for all the times&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my voice could get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If luck is on my side tonight&lt;br /&gt;My clumsy tongue will make it right&lt;br /&gt;And wrists that touch&lt;br /&gt;It isn't much, but it's enough&lt;br /&gt;To form imaginary lines&lt;br /&gt;Forget your scars, we'll forget mine&lt;br /&gt;The hours change so fast&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please make this last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm outdated, overrated&lt;br /&gt;Morning seems so far way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sing a melody&lt;br /&gt;And hope to God she's listening&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping softly while I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your memories&lt;br /&gt;Your lullaby for all the times&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my voice could get it right&lt;br /&gt;Could get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could crush me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't crush me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby I'm a dreamer for sure&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you down&lt;br /&gt;I swear this time I mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing a melody&lt;br /&gt;And hope to God she's listening&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping softly while I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be your memories&lt;br /&gt;Your lullaby for all the times&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that my voice could get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mayday Parade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8357538085208191127?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8357538085208191127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8706553179111522545</id><published>2010-04-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:04:45.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....A break dancing cheese boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narrator:  This is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8p-WaZxSVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Df4p6-Ahdug/s1600/downsize_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8p-WaZxSVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Df4p6-Ahdug/s320/downsize_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461316421649779026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setting: Wit da brothas in da hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qBvkm3HpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-Zc_hXRweVo/s1600/brothas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qBvkm3HpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-Zc_hXRweVo/s320/brothas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461320152420654738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a break dancing kid that went to Eby Pine's skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qDGg5ljYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DglRGcAip4E/s1600/breakdancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qDGg5ljYI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DglRGcAip4E/s320/breakdancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461321646074072450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Break it down now.... Woah, Woooah. Sing it to me baby in my head right now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got tired of break dancing, he and his "boyfriend" went to eat ice cream. When he was throwing his trash away, he rolled through a mess of cheese that two goofy girls accidentally dropped on the floor. Then to express his anger, he exclaimed "AWW, my wheel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qDG9Lc7iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/e7uzwvqk3s8/s1600/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qDG9Lc7iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/e7uzwvqk3s8/s320/icecream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461321653665197602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This plain vanilla ice cream tastes heavenly while I'm with you...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to finish the night off, he and his boyfriend went to skate together to Ricky Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qDGB9XhwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tA7DVBM5jR4/s1600/0417102121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8qDGB9XhwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tA7DVBM5jR4/s320/0417102121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461321637768431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8706553179111522545?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8706553179111522545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8706553179111522545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8706553179111522545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8706553179111522545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/04/adventures-of.html' title='The Adventures of....'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S8p-WaZxSVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Df4p6-Ahdug/s72-c/downsize_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-6302672999145082573</id><published>2010-04-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:11:22.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt Conversation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Mr. Powell and I worked on some of my maple city music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me some pretty basic questions about myself, such as why I play the violin, how long have I been taking lessons, what clubs am I involved in, etc. But towards the end he asked me about my solo I was supposed to be doing for CSA today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very shy person. Don't get me wrong, I can be silly with my friends but that's just like the saying that there are strength in numbers. I am a perfectionist, and sometimes when things don't go as planned, I get upset. But I hate to give up. I am the type of person where if I think you are doing something wrong, I'm going to tell you. If you're acting like the world's worst nightmare, I'm going to tell you. It's nothing personal, but I just live my life knowing that every second I'm mad, it's a second of happiness I won't get back. Life is too short to be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, take into consideration last year's solo. I didn't feel prepared, and I didn't do too well either. Now, this time this solo rolls around and I don't have half of it memorized. The first page is like perfection, but the second page isn't quite ready. I'm supposed to be playing it from memory today, but I told my lessons teacher that if I got up on that stage and I played, I'd get to the second page and it would be downhill from there. I was not ready to play today. So I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I explained a lot of this to Mr. Powell, and he understood how I felt. He elaborated that when he was my age, he was a lot like me. He was shy, involved in a lot of clubs, and a perfectionist. It was nice to know that someone understood. He knew what I meant when I said that I didn't want to do bad at the recital because I didn't want Mrs. Powell to be disappointed in me.  I am glad to know that isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am considering doing the solo at Mrs. Powell's recital in May, where I'll also be doing a duet with Jenni. More info on this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-6302672999145082573?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/6302672999145082573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=6302672999145082573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6302672999145082573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6302672999145082573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/04/heartfelt-conversation.html' title='Heartfelt Conversation'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-4847571036489676779</id><published>2010-04-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:30:09.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goshen students earn ISSMA honors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.etruth.com/Know/Life/Story.aspx?ID=506287#Rate"&gt;Goshen students earn ISSMA honors - The Elkhart Truth - Elkhart, IN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana  State School Music Association District Solo and Ensemble Contest  results: Goshen Middle School and Goshen Community Schools fifth-grade  orchestra students&lt;span id="Span2" style="z-index: -9999;"&gt;&lt;span id="storyBody"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_contentArea_mainContentArea_contentMain_storyContorl_ArticlePart1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goshen's middle school orchestra entered 50  students in the contest, which was Jan. 30 at Memorial High School. Of  those 44 received gold ratings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group III earning a gold rating:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Violin Solo: Emma Roth, Natalie Evans, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexis Barton,&lt;/span&gt; Lauren Graves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Cello Solo: Kirsten Shriver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Bass Solo: Zach Ganger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group  IV earning a gold rating:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Violin Solo: Lily Nussbaum, Jenn  Howar, Savanna Ponce, Amy Harris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Viola Solo: Gabriel Chenier,  Josh Bustos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Bass Solo: Noah Shreiner, Matthew Williams, Benjamin  Reimer, Ryan Meade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* String Trio: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alexis Barton-Violin, &lt;/span&gt;Josh  Bustos-Viola, Ryan Doyle-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Violin Trio: Jennifer Howar,  Alexis Dirmyer, Esther Lederach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Misc. Trio No. 1: Nikkole  Berkey, Noah Shreiner, Alex Metcalfe-Bass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Misc. Trio No. 2:  Daniel Thiery-Viola, Joel Moyer-Cello, Zach Ganger-Bass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Violin  Quartet: Savanna Ponce, Maria Mares, Melissa Ramos, Stephanie Quiroz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Misc. Quartet: Lily Nussbaum, Bethany Pollock, Amy Harris-Violin,  Natalie Evans-Harp&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* String Quintet No. 1: Lauren Graves, Emma  Roth-Violin, Sergio Bermudez, Gabriel Chenier-Viola, Kirsten  Shriver-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* String Quintet No. 2: Fatima Hernandez, Gisela  Romero, Teresa Martinez, Nathalie Gonzalez-Violin, Veronica Macias  Vasquez-Viola&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* String Sextet No. 1: Teage Minier, Emily  Stoltzfus, Clara Wieczorek, Amira Kupty, Alex Prater-Violin, Maddie  Mathews-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* String Sextet No. 2: CJ Hanna, Alejandro Reyes,  Hector Aguero, Miguel Gamez-Violin, Corey Borem-Viola, Kainnen  Black-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* String Sextet No. 3: Karagen Garcia, Caroline Yonts,  Esther Burgos, Leslie Jarret, Cecilia Avila, Hannah Puryear-Violin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  String Sextet No. 4: Teaosha Cunningham, Briana Gunn, Anthony  Kuznetsov-Violin, Jacob Isnogle-Cello, Ryan Meade-Bass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;!-- More Coverage Section --&gt;                                             &lt;!-- end of more coverage --&gt;                     &lt;!-- 2nd part of story --&gt;                     &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_contentArea_mainContentArea_contentMain_storyContorl_ArticlePart2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  String Sextet No. 5: Claudia Davila, Adriana Davila, Viridiana Macias,  Lupe Flores-Violin, Natalia Chavez, Elijah Lederach-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Large  Ensemble No. 1:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Alexis Barton, &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer Howar, Elizabeth Holbrook, Erin  Clouse, Brianna Carmona-Violin, Courtney Jones-Viola, Pamela  Studebaker-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Large Ensemble No. 2: Natalie Evans, Bethany  Pollock, Lily Nussbaum, Anthony Kuznetsov-Violin, Daniel Thiery-Viola,  Maggie Walters, Joel Moyer-Cello Zach Ganger, Ben Reimer-Bass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Large Ensemble No. 3: Lily Nussbaum, Natalie Evans, Amy Harris, Bethany  Pollock-Violin, Payton Walter, Jackie Reyes-Viola, Maggie Walters-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Large Ensemble No. 4: Omar Figueroa, Sonia Velazquez, Perla Lozano,  Jasmine Diaz-Violin, Sabrina Garcia, TJ Longacre-Viola, Jacob  Kaufman-Cello, Matthew Williams, Ben Reimer-Bass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group V earning a  gold rating:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Violin Solo: Jenny Bustos, Emma Whitlow, Tiffany  Culp, Dominique Brubaker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Viola Solo: Dave Marshall, Chelsea  Studebaker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Cello Solo: Alexis Johnston, Rosemary Nussbaum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Like String Instrument Choir: Mario Aguero, Evelina Badzuh, Jenny  Bustos, Tiffany Culp, Ian Keim, Ethan Lapp, Molly Metcalfe, Ali Miller,  Sophie Troyer, Jasmine Vazquez, Erik Villegas, Emma Whitlow, Hannah  Snyder, Grace Roth, Sadie Yoder-Violin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Large Ensemble No. 1:  Chelsea Studebaker, Cassie Brown, Keila Flores, Dave Marshall, Rachel  Horning-Viola, Chris Ubaldo, Alexis Johnston, Kelsey Reyes-Cello, Audrey  Miller-Bass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Large Ensemble No. 2: Kirsten Graves, Sergei Culp,  Tiffany Culp, Lily Nussbaum-Violin, Noel Zak-Viola, Rosemary Nussbaum,  Byeong Min Lim-Cello&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group III earning a silver rating:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*  Violin Solo: Elizabeth Holbrook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Viola Solo: Daniel Thiery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group  III earning a bronze rating:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Cello Solo: Pamela Studebaker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group  IV earning a silver rating:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Violin Solo: Lupe Flores, Teaosha  Cunningham&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Cello Solo: Maddie Mathews&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-4847571036489676779?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/4847571036489676779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=4847571036489676779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4847571036489676779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4847571036489676779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/04/goshen-students-earn-issma-honors.html' title='Goshen students earn ISSMA honors'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-4728237394270341292</id><published>2010-04-11T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:27:25.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose Yourself</title><content type='html'>Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy&lt;br /&gt;There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,&lt;br /&gt;but he keeps on forgettin what he wrote down,&lt;br /&gt;the whole crowd goes so loud&lt;br /&gt;He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out&lt;br /&gt;He's choking now, everybody's joking now&lt;br /&gt;The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!&lt;br /&gt;Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked&lt;br /&gt;He's so mad, but he won't give up that&lt;br /&gt;Easy, no&lt;br /&gt;He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter, he's dope&lt;br /&gt;He knows that, but he's broke&lt;br /&gt;He's so stagnant that he knows&lt;br /&gt;When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lab again yo&lt;br /&gt;This this whole rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better lose yourself in the music, the moment&lt;br /&gt;You own it, you better never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow&lt;br /&gt;This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping&lt;br /&gt;This world is mine for the taking&lt;br /&gt;Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order&lt;br /&gt;A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem&lt;br /&gt;It only grows harder, only grows hotter&lt;br /&gt;He blows us all over these hoes is all on him&lt;br /&gt;Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter&lt;br /&gt;Lonely roads, God only knows&lt;br /&gt;He's grown farther from home, he's no father&lt;br /&gt;He goes home and barely knows his own daughter&lt;br /&gt;But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water&lt;br /&gt;His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product&lt;br /&gt;They moved on to the next schmoe who flows&lt;br /&gt;He nose dove and sold nada&lt;br /&gt;So the soap opera is told and unfolds&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;Da da dum da dum da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more games, I'ma change what you call rage&lt;br /&gt;Tear this ************* roof off like 2 dogs caged&lt;br /&gt;I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed&lt;br /&gt;I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage&lt;br /&gt;But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher&lt;br /&gt;Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper&lt;br /&gt;All the pain inside amplified by the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get by with my 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;And I can't provide the right type of life for my family&lt;br /&gt;Cause man, these ******* food stamps don't buy diapers&lt;br /&gt;And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life&lt;br /&gt;And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder&lt;br /&gt;Trying to feed and water my seed, plus&lt;br /&gt;Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna&lt;br /&gt;Baby mama drama's screaming on and&lt;br /&gt;Too much for me to wanna&lt;br /&gt;Stay in one spot, another day of monotony&lt;br /&gt;Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail&lt;br /&gt;I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot&lt;br /&gt;Success is my only ************* option, failure's not&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go&lt;br /&gt;I cannot grow old in Salem's lot&lt;br /&gt;So here I go is my shot.&lt;br /&gt;Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- EMINEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-4728237394270341292?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/4728237394270341292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=4728237394270341292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S7_ItwSZddI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cMS8mOfB_9w/s1600/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S7_ItwSZddI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cMS8mOfB_9w/s320/vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458301961778066898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided recently that I wanted to chop the former bangs that I have been growing back out since 5th grade off. Again. This was a hard decision for me - I wasn't sure how I'd like bangs again, or what kind I should get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading in the car on the way to the mall, my small ponytail flipped up in front of my face, creating an illusion that I actually had bangs that were side swept. I took a picture and all my friends thought they were real - most of them loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, and my scheduled hair appointment less than two days away, I began searching through photos online trying to find an idea of what I want. I have learned through very many bad haircuts that if you have a picture of what you want, it helps sooo much. So if you're trying something new, ever, keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... As of today, I have bangs. I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-2329859826743057939?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/2329859826743057939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=2329859826743057939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/2329859826743057939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/2329859826743057939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-bangs.html' title='She &quot;bangs&quot;'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S7_ItwSZddI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cMS8mOfB_9w/s72-c/vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-314107840755675872</id><published>2010-04-08T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:51:43.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie List: Update</title><content type='html'>I have added to my movie list and have several to cross off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes - 12/18/09&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Gump - 12/21/09&lt;br /&gt;The Devil Wears Prada - 4/5/10&lt;br /&gt;Steel Magnolias - 12/20/09&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Dancing - 12/19/09&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Navigator - 12/23/09&lt;br /&gt;Harry and the Hendersons - 2/4/10&lt;br /&gt;Willow - 4/2/10&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boys 1 -&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boys 2 -&lt;br /&gt;Karate Kid 1 - 1/16/10&lt;br /&gt;Karate Kid 2 - 2/10/10&lt;br /&gt;Labyrinth - 4/2/10&lt;br /&gt;Sound of Music - 3/24/10&lt;br /&gt;Teen Wolf -&lt;br /&gt;Tremors -&lt;br /&gt;Bed Knobs &amp;amp; Broom Sticks -&lt;br /&gt;White Noise - 4/7/10&lt;br /&gt;My Girl -&lt;br /&gt;Coming to America -&lt;br /&gt;Ghost -&lt;br /&gt;Girls just wanna have fun -&lt;br /&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-314107840755675872?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/314107840755675872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=314107840755675872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/314107840755675872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/314107840755675872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-list-update.html' title='Movie List: Update'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-6578398662877246725</id><published>2010-03-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:09:00.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentary: Denied</title><content type='html'>In my English class, we are writing commentaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent several days brainstorming ideas on topics that we, individually, could write about. We needed to pick something we were passionate about so that we would have a strong voice when we were writing, and it wouldn't be as if we were writing something to be published in a text book. When we were picking out topics, the situation in Darfur, Sudan immediately came to mind. Last year I learned about the genocide that goes on there and the brutal ways of their government (www.savedarfur.com). This is something I have a strong opinion about, and since it's an opinion paper, I thought I'd have no problem getting my topic approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was denied. My teacher said it was too "broad" and I needed to be more specific. So I was. I said I wanted to write my paper about how the US government should step in to stop the genocide. She asked me what they were being killed for, and I told her as much as I remembered without having to do research. She then told me that I couldn't write a paper about Darfur because it's something I already know a lot about and she wants us to expand our knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is.... How can you write a good opinion paper in the few days she is giving us, without knowing anything about what you're writing? Shouldn't you have enough background knowledge to have formed an opinion BEFORE you write the paper, so that you don't appear uneducated to your "readers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went on to try my luck at a different topic. The fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/span&gt; is still banned in some schools. Why? I do not agree with banning books for any reason, especially a kiddie story about a reckless boy that has a theme park in designed Disney after it. If Disney can make a movie out of it and rate it G, why can't a middle school (better yet, a high school) put it on the shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was denied. I felt like she was arguing with my opinion with hers. The point of telling her our topics was so she knew what we were writing about, not so she could fight back before we even wrote our paper. In these two topics, I was trying to bring some individuality back into the classroom, which we are strongly lacking now-a-days. Everything is based on a group now. If you're with this group you get this grade, etc. That is not grading you based on your individual talents and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, trying to do a topic I doubt anyone has done before. Instead of over half my class, doing cliche topics like abortion, adoption, and teen pregnancy. You read stories about those in the news every day. Yes, they're important. But I bet if you took a poll, society would say they're tired of reading about them. Why not do something out of the norm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-6578398662877246725?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/6578398662877246725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=6578398662877246725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6578398662877246725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/6578398662877246725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/commentary-denied.html' title='Commentary: Denied'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3577860417846037670</id><published>2010-03-29T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:55:03.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your own rosin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="paraSmall"&gt;The resin is extracted from the living tree, a  process that does the tree no harm. Resin is not the tree´s "life-sap" -  it serves only to seal off wounds. The wood also suffers no technical  damage, as the "resined" area behind the area where the bark has been  peeled off is restricted to a few millimetres. When the trunks are cut  in order to tap the resin, these "rosined" pieces fall into the cut  edges of the bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) The first step in obtaining the resin is to remove the rough outer  bark of trees which are to be tapped for the first time at a height of  approximately 50 cm, at the beginning of the warmer season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) Use a special stirrup-shaped tool for scraping off the bark and  making the drip channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3) In the second step of the process, V-shaped grooves about 1 cm wide  are cut into the thin inner layer of bark remaining after the first  stage, using a plane. As a result of "wounding" the tree in this way,  the resin begins to flow into the container hung under the cuts. The  tree must be cut into again every 4-5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4) Use a special tool for making the grooves cut in the surface of the  trunk (plane, right side of tool) and for cleaning out the drip channel  (left side)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="paraBoldMain"&gt;Finishing:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rosinmakers.com/Images/violin_display.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;&lt;p class="paraSmall"&gt;When you have composed  your ideal formula, mix it up and put it in a large vat, over the fire.  After the resins are completely melted, pour the hot, liquid rosin into  moulds placed on marmore. After 30 minutes, your rosins are ready for  finishing - but here is a problem you didn't expect. The top surface has  now got a hollow that will prevent the bow hair from collecting rosin  properly during the first two months of use. To correct this, reverse  the rosin after it is cool and completely hardened. Then you will have  the ideal, flat surface. Now, polish this surface and put your stamp on  it, confirming that it has been made personally by your self. Now afix  the rosin to a soft cloth to protect your fingers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3577860417846037670?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3577860417846037670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3577860417846037670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3577860417846037670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3577860417846037670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=1007885417047388689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1007885417047388689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1007885417047388689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/issma-contest.html' title='ISSMA Contest'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-2874182261975514437</id><published>2010-03-12T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:34:40.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting in Class</title><content type='html'>The other day I was walking through the hallway and I heard a girl tell her friend that she wishes we were allowed to text in class. This got me thinking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half, if not more, of Goshen is failing. We had the worst ISTEP scores in our area last spring. This is because too many people just don't care. They don't care about their education or if they do well. So why should we get to take our phones in class?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The learning that some people DO pick up on would be lost, too. You'd constantly have phones beeping, and people would become so obsessed with texting their boyfriends and girlfriends that they'd pay no attention at all. It would be a distraction for anyone who WANTED to learn, like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would also take away from what human interaction my generation has left. Now, you can basically talk to whoever you want to on facebook, email, or texting. You don't need to talk to your "friends" face to face. It's easier to speak your mind and say whatever you want about them so you don't have to speak it to their face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not support this idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-2874182261975514437?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/2874182261975514437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=2874182261975514437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/2874182261975514437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/2874182261975514437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/texting-in-class.html' title='Texting in Class'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7953770378480417940</id><published>2010-03-11T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:11:41.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't these the turtles from The Last Song...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 28px; line-height: 33px; "&gt;Endangered listing eyed for US loggerhead turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;BOSTON – The federal government on Wednesday recommended an endangered-species listing for the loggerhead turtles in U.S. waters, a decision that could lead to tighter restrictions on fishing and other maritime trades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The massive, nomadic sea turtles have been listed since 1978 as threatened, a step below endangered, but federal scientists proposed ratcheting up the designation after reviewing the state of the species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Researchers said primary threats to the loggerheads include injury and death from fishing gear and damage to their nesting areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The joint proposal by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268285419_0" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'s fisheries division and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service is not a final decision. If approved, it puts loggerheads on track for an endangered listing by the summer of 2011. The proposal now enters a public comment period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Environmental groups who'd been pushing an endangered listing said the proposal was a "turning point" they hope will lead to greater turtle protections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I think it's huge day for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268285419_1" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;loggerhead sea turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;," said Elizabeth Griffin, a marine wildlife scientist at Oceana. "I think it really draws attention to the fact these turtles are not doing well and more needs to be done to protect them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No one really knows how many loggerheads there are, or how many are being killed by fishing gear or other activities. A species doesn't need falling numbers to be endangered, it can get the listing if it's shown to be threatened by one of five factors, such as disease or "manmade factors affecting its continued existence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Griffin cites a 40 percent drop in the number of nesting females in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268285419_2" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; over the last decade as evidence of trouble. But the Fisheries Survival Fund, an East Coast scallopers group, said in a letter early this month that nesting beach surveys can't provide good evidence of decline because they measure only mature females, who take at least 30 years to reach breeding age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Shaun Gehan, an attorney for the Fisheries Survival Fund, said an endangered listing is unneeded for a species there's no evidence is in danger of extinction. If new protections are mandated for the turtle, it could affect not only fishermen, but maritime traffic, coastal development and waterfront use, Gehan said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"We are extremely disappointed that they've taken this approach," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Loggerheads are named for their large heads, which contain potent jaws that can crush the hard shells of prey such as conch. The turtles are about the size of a fist when they hatch and make a frenzied dash to the surf. But they typically grow to more than three feet in length and 250 pounds. The animal can log thousands of miles as it travels across oceans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Barbara Schroeder, national sea turtle coordinator for NOAA's fisheries division, said the biggest threats to the North Pacific loggerhead include damage to primary nesting sites, which are mainly in Japan, as well as accidental snaring of the turtles in fishing gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Andrea Treece of San Francisco-based &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268285419_3" style="cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Center for Biological Diversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; said the turtles get hooked by Hawaiian longline fishermen targeting swordfish and tuna and can be injured or drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On the East Coast, the main threat to turtles is gear from the region's various fisheries, Schroeder said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gehan said that scallopers have developed dredges to keep the turtles out with a chain mat that covers the opening. Critics say the dredges keep turtles out, but also crush them, though survival fund officials say there's no evidence of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A primary benefit of the endangered status would be increased public pressure on protecting the species, Griffin said. But the government would also have to determine "critical habitats," such as where the turtles reproduce or forage. Such places could be subject to additional protections for the turtles, including restrictions on maritime development or fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A balance needs to be found to help a species Griffin called "the ambassadors of our oceans" because they travel great distances and can be seen up close when they venture on land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I think that really gives people an appreciation for our turtles and marine life," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 1em; line-height: 145%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;- AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7953770378480417940?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7953770378480417940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=7953770378480417940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7953770378480417940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7953770378480417940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/arent-these-turtles-from-last-song.html' title='Aren&apos;t these the turtles from The Last Song...?'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5061005147703360833</id><published>2010-03-10T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:30:34.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design your own snowboard</title><content type='html'>This winter I decided to take up snowboarding. I already knew how to ski and I taught that as a Jr. Ski Instructor a couple times. I have noticed that people tend to shy away from skiing because they only hear about the accidents... same with snowboarding. It's not quite as bad as you think and if you're worried, there are many safety precautions you can take to make sure you don't get hurt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had to compare snowboarding to skiing... Snowboarding is a lot harder. With skis, you basically have to know how to roller skate. If you can stand up and bend your knees, this is pretty easy for you. But with snowboarding, it's a lot easier to mess around and try out tricks. I'll admit, I got extremely frustrated when Tami had me out there at first. I kept falling and I felt like a newborn baby learning to walk... with my feet tied together. But after I picked it up, I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that made me wonder.... I mean, I love my board with all my heart... But it was kind of plain. It's basically just blue with a flower type patter on the end. So I started looking up designing a board.... and then I came across &lt;a href="http://www.buildaboard.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;site, and I jumped right in. Depending on the length of the board will determine your cost. Mine will be about 439$ plus the time in the shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My vision for my snowboard goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S5hirzTbbFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jN3GkDGzFzk/s320/DSCF7499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447212253950209106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want this to be in the middle of the board, spread out where my bindings and feet go. Then I want the rest of the board to be covered in Zebra print... and I want it to say "I Smell Snow! - Gilmore Girls" on the tail. Then on the flip side, I'd like it to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MERDE&lt;/span&gt;" in bright green against a white background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures coming later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5061005147703360833?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5061005147703360833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5061005147703360833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5061005147703360833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5061005147703360833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/design-your-own-snowboard.html' title='Design your own snowboard'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S5hirzTbbFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jN3GkDGzFzk/s72-c/DSCF7499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-199029041276781651</id><published>2010-03-09T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:47:14.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Constitution</title><content type='html'>In history, we are learning about the US Constitution.  We were talking about the fact that it says there is to be freedom of religion and speech. Then one of my classmates raised their hand and asked something about President Obama and whether he was Muslim. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teacher sighed and then looked at the kid and said that Obama has said he is of Christian faith, and that anybody who believes he could be Muslim because his name is Barack is very ignorant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But isn't that contradicting, in a way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we live in America, a place where we are supposed to be able to think, say, and practice what we choose, why should it be ignorant if that is what we choose to believe? If you say you are a christian, why should you call other people who do not believe the same as you ignorant? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is a fine example why teachers shouldn't share their opinion if they are going to tack unnecessary names onto the end of it. It's the same as saying someone who likes the color purple is stupid. Isn't is nicer, especially being an adult that other kids may look up to, that you don't offend anyone? I think it would have been proper for him just to say he didn't believe it was right. Not to say that you were ignorant if that is what you believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-199029041276781651?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/199029041276781651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=199029041276781651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/199029041276781651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/199029041276781651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/constitution.html' title='The Constitution'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3505194091766532033</id><published>2010-03-08T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:57:53.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies to Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tami gave me this list of movies to watch in May of 09. I'm finally getting around to it. Here is what I have so far....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 - Fried Green Tomatoes (12/18/09)&lt;br /&gt;2 - Forrest Gump (12/21/09)&lt;br /&gt;3 - The Devil Wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;4 - Steel Magnolias (12/20/09)&lt;br /&gt;5 - Dirty Dancing (12/19/09)&lt;br /&gt;6 - Flight of the Navigator (12/23/09)&lt;br /&gt;7 - Harry and the Hendersons (2/4/10)&lt;br /&gt;8 - Willow&lt;br /&gt;9 - Bad Boys 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px;"&gt;10 - Bad Boys 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11 - Karate Kid 1 (1/16/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12 - Karate Kid 2  (2/14/10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13 - L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;abyrinth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3505194091766532033?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3505194091766532033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3505194091766532033&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3505194091766532033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3505194091766532033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/movies-to-watch.html' title='Movies to Watch'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3695887405809451465</id><published>2010-03-06T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:45:06.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song - Nicholas Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S5KUMgT3NrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gCEIUYofNpo/s1600-h/the-last-song.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S5KUMgT3NrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gCEIUYofNpo/s320/the-last-song.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445577841996936882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Recently, I finished reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Song &lt;/span&gt;by Nicholas Sparks. I fell in love with this book. After I got into it, I was taking it everywhere with me and reading it whenever I had a second. I put off homework just to read this book. It is also soon to be a movie. Here is what the cover says:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen year-old Veronica “Ronnie” Miller’s life was turned upside-down when her parents divorced and her father moved from New York City to Wilmington, North Carolina. Three years later, she remains angry and alienated from her parents, especially her father… until her mother decides it would be in everyone’s best interest if she spent the summer in Wilmington with him. Ronnie’s father, a former concert pianist and teacher, is living a quiet life in the beach town, immersed in creating a work of art that will become the centerpiece of a local church. The tale that unfolds is an unforgettable story about love in its myriad forms – first love, the love between parents and children – that demonstrates, as only a Nicholas Sparks novel can, the many ways that deeply felt relationships can break our hearts… and heal them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My (small) review of this book goes like this; 17-year-old Ronnie Miller is shipped to North Carolina after not speaking to her father for three years following their parents divorce. Ronnie arrives, stubborn, leaving you curious as to what the rest of the summer will be like for her. She meets a few people at the fair that is just the wrong crowd. But then she meets soda-spilling Will. Ronnie makes it very clear that Will does not seem like her type and she refuses to get to know him at first. But soon she just lets her guard down just enough to let him in and she finds it's one of the best things she's ever done. Just as the summer is nearing to a close, disaster strikes and leaves Ronnie to make a decision that will change things for her father - and herself... After she learns the truth as to why she's really there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last one-hundred pages of this book, I was sobbing. I don't remember crying harder for any other book I've ever read.  I wanted to keep reading at the same time I wanted to throw the book down and just forget it. This will be a book I'm not going to be forgetting anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3695887405809451465?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3695887405809451465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3695887405809451465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3695887405809451465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3695887405809451465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-song-nicholas-sparks.html' title='The Last Song - Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S5KUMgT3NrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gCEIUYofNpo/s72-c/the-last-song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-170439367917323146</id><published>2010-03-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:10:00.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look at you - Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S5KLbEzfLpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Osppa1a4zNM/s1600-h/mini+cooper.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center; line-height: 20px; padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Everybody needs inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a song &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful melody &lt;br /&gt;When the night's are long &lt;br /&gt;Cause there is no guarantee &lt;br /&gt;That this life is easy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when my world is falling apart &lt;br /&gt;When there's no light to break up the dark &lt;br /&gt;That's when I, I, I look at you &lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore and I &lt;br /&gt;Can't find my way home anymore &lt;br /&gt;That's when I, I, I look at you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you &lt;br /&gt;I see forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;I see the truth &lt;br /&gt;You love me for who I am &lt;br /&gt;Like the stars hold the moon &lt;br /&gt;Right there where they belong and I know &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when my world is falling apart &lt;br /&gt;When there's no light to break up the dark &lt;br /&gt;That's when I, I, I look at you &lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore and I &lt;br /&gt;Can't find my way home anymore &lt;br /&gt;That's when I, I, I look at you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appear just like a dream to me &lt;br /&gt;Just like kaleidoscope colors that &lt;br /&gt;Cover me &lt;br /&gt;All I need &lt;br /&gt;Every breath, that I breathe &lt;br /&gt;Dontcha know? &lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waves are flooding the shore &lt;br /&gt;And I cant find my way home anymore &lt;br /&gt;Thats when I, &lt;br /&gt;I I look at you &lt;br /&gt;I look at you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah.. &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. &lt;br /&gt;You appear just like a dream to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-170439367917323146?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/170439367917323146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=170439367917323146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/170439367917323146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/170439367917323146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-look-at-you.html' title='When I look at you - Lyrics'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3567543935847531714</id><published>2010-03-03T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:59:52.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING! Low intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S45UnIv6gZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5PInnVv2Sa4/s1600-h/soda..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S45UnIv6gZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5PInnVv2Sa4/s320/soda..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444382030877589906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another example of a weird label... I can understand getting mad if a machine rips you off and shaking it a little bit. But to the point of it "falling over and causing serious injury or death?" These are the types of warnings that make me believe that in the world, there are less and less smart people. It's turning into an endangered species! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just.... please be very careful when inserting your money, pushing a button, and bending over. It may just cause you your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3567543935847531714?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3567543935847531714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3567543935847531714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3567543935847531714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3567543935847531714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/warning-low-intelligence.html' title='WARNING! Low intelligence'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S45UnIv6gZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5PInnVv2Sa4/s72-c/soda..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-1837072571897970771</id><published>2010-03-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:32:16.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerning my solo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think that we are constantly trying to compare our teachers to Mr. Yoder. And we just really can't do that anymore because nobody is going to measure up. He was really just something special... And I'm afraid that the only way we'll get a teacher like him is if we get another gay teacher. I doubt they will be hiring another any time soon, and if they do, we'll be able to tell just like we could for him. It took me awhile and a lot of thought to realize this... I knew that I needed to accept Mr. Powell for who he was and not for who I thought he should be. Yes... Orchestra is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;different. But people are going to walk in and out of our lives though out our 100 years, whether we want them to go or not. It's sad... but after awhile you have to decide when you're going to go on. I let him go a really long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't believe Mr. P dislikes you for any of those reasons... I don't think that it matters whether you take lessons with the school or the college or who you take them with... when, or for how long. He just said that I was going to be the guinea pig and that he may end up adding people so that it's more than just me playing. Honestly, I really hope he does because I'm not sure I can do this alone AND three times. I just think he might know me a little bit better than you right now, and seeing that ISSMA is what, two weeks away, he needed someone who he knew he could depend on and fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't give up, girly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-1837072571897970771?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/1837072571897970771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=1837072571897970771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1837072571897970771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/1837072571897970771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-elizabeth.html' title='Concerning my solo....'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-3550122817480673179</id><published>2010-03-02T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:30:01.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant Signs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S42RPFeWiaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ts9v1hIDfZA/s1600-h/pic.2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S42QpLkokLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A-Gn3uLsQfk/s1600-h/pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S42QpLkokLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A-Gn3uLsQfk/s320/pic..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444166561716277426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... that you should always watch out for; falling ice. Yup, you heard me. Apparently, it has become a huge problem around Goshen, because I have seen several of these. Especially at the college. It is sort of insecure to know, that at any given time when you are walking around you have a rather large risk involved - you could get knocked out by ice. I mean seriously, after looking at this sign, how much do you want to go outside and walk around? If it's bad enough where they have to put up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAUTION&lt;/span&gt; signs, there is definite problem there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-3550122817480673179?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/3550122817480673179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=3550122817480673179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3550122817480673179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/3550122817480673179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/03/brilliant-signs.html' title='Brilliant Signs....'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S42QpLkokLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/A-Gn3uLsQfk/s72-c/pic..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8182322657050536255</id><published>2010-02-28T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:02:06.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Horoscope - Scorpio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Several planets in Aries, your solar 6th house clash with Saturn in Libra and Pluto in Capricorn this month. You can thus expect ongoing stress and strain in your daily work, as well as the potential for conflict with coworkers or supervisors. Try your best not to make snap decisions or act in haste, and do your very best to steer clear of power plays. Also be alert for anyone who might try to play the blame game at your expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a well–needed break at the end of March when the Full Moon on the 29th highlights your 12th house of past karma and self–renewal. Even a few days to enjoy your own company and the people you love will refresh you, body, mind and soul. You might even consider a long weekend at a nearby destination for an uplifting change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times, fun people and social events continue in the spotlight, thanks to the March 15 New Moon in your fellow water sign of Pisces, your solar 5th house. Plan an outing midmonth, when the odds favour a lucky connection – possibly a romantic connection, networking contact or a new friend. With Mercury the communicator in Pisces through the 16th, March is a great month for you to make new friends (something you don’t usually do easily). You have the right words and the right moves to charm pretty much anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news too with Mars moving direct in Leo, your solar of career and social ambition March 10. Mars has been out of phase since last December and you have probably felt stalled and not moving anywhere career wise. Things are about to change and you will get a nice boost workwise which is exactly what you Scorpios need and want this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March is a really good month for you Scorpios, especially the first half. In fact the first 2 weeks of March will be some of the best times for you throughout the whole year. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your March days to work it: 9, 14, 26 &amp;amp; 28&lt;br /&gt;Your March days to lie low: 2, 16, 23 &amp;amp; 29&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Pisces &amp;amp; Cancers&lt;br /&gt;Frenemies: Aries &amp;amp; Leos&lt;br /&gt;Lust after: Virgos &amp;amp; Taureans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;- Universal Psychic Guild&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8182322657050536255?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8182322657050536255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8182322657050536255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8182322657050536255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8182322657050536255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/02/monthly-horoscope-scorpio.html' title='Monthly Horoscope - Scorpio'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-7667701368488036169</id><published>2010-02-27T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:16:06.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin Repair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, my mother found an add for a violin on craigslist that claimed it was at least 100 years old. The label inside reads, "Antonius Stradivarius Cremonenfis Faciebat Anno 17." We decided to go pick it up and we paid a total of 70$ for it. The guy we bought it from bought it from someone else, and he had no knowledge of violins whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4logtq5jTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GfMW--eMGyE/s1600-h/violin5.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4logtq5jTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GfMW--eMGyE/s320/violin5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442996535878585650" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we ended up with. The case looked like it was made out of armadillo, it was missing a string, the bridge wasn't on, and the fingerboard was hanging on by the last strands of glue.  The bow wasn't even a bow anymore, none of the hair was attached or anything. The rosin in the box has turned into something you'd see in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt; movie, minus the mosquito in the middle. It had a serious need for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4lqCYtk0tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Q_9Njnbgpsw/s320/violin..jpg" /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4lrIKQbnaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iRtpDbNe9jg/s1600-h/violin2..jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4lrIKQbnaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iRtpDbNe9jg/s320/violin2..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442999412590353826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This could have been a pretty expensive repair. We took it to our friend Ed, owner of "String Doktor," a private violin repairing business he runs. He told us that the chin rest was a 3/4 violin size (which if you know anything about violins, a full size is a 4/4 and what most adults and high schoolers use) which made it a size too small for me. The bridge it came with was also a size too small, so the strings were too close together when you played. We left it there over night and he glued the fingerboard back down for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we went back the next day, we purchased Vision Solo strings for my main violin and transfered my old dominants over to the violin getting repaired, and added some fine tuners. He was able to fix my bridge where it had the correct spacing so we didn't have to replace it, and we added a chin rest... and it was ready to go. We just decided to scrap the bow, because it wasn't very good quality and the re-hair would cost more than it was worth. We spend 145$ total, 70$ of which was spent on strings and a little other maintance on my best violin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4lu6vMeNmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/arjPJwODtaA/s1600-h/violin4..jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4lu6vMeNmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/arjPJwODtaA/s320/violin4..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443003580034201186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Job well done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-7667701368488036169?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/7667701368488036169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=7667701368488036169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7667701368488036169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/7667701368488036169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/02/violin-repair.html' title='Violin Repair'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rj0AZOBwMk8/S4logtq5jTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GfMW--eMGyE/s72-c/violin5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-5628561472853883772</id><published>2010-02-26T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:31:42.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boasting VS Confidence</title><content type='html'>Today I was informed by my orchestra teacher, Mr. Joel Powell, that he would really like me to play the solo for a piece that we're doing for Indiana State School Music Association (ISSMA) competition. I told him that I would be glad to do it, so I have to learn a whole new part by March 25, a month away.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now... I'm not complaining. Not at all. But it did make me wonder... Is there a difference between boasting and acting better than everyone else, and having confidence in yourself? Could having confidence in yourself  come off as boasting, especially with someone of low confidence? I do not like people who act stuck up, and I always try to make sure that I am not acting that way, even if I am really excited about something. I do believe it could come off badly to somebody that doesn't enjoy what they do, isn't good at it, or has no idea how much effort really can go into something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of confidence in myself when I play... Like Mr. Powell says, if you're going to make a mistake you should make it big. So that is what I try to do. I guess it always just comes down to this; be careful what you say, how you say it, and who you say it to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-5628561472853883772?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/5628561472853883772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=5628561472853883772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5628561472853883772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/5628561472853883772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/02/boasting-vs-confidence.html' title='Boasting VS Confidence'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-4350961716214393861</id><published>2010-02-26T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T12:27:43.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>This is a bucket list I've been working on for two years. A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you die. In bold are ones I have completed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Go to Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Write a novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Go on an archeological dig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Go backpacking through Europe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Get my nose pierced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Try Paragliding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Go skydiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - See the natural wonders of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 - Get a small tattoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 - Ride in a hot air balloon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 - Learn to snowboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 - Learn to salsa dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 - Go camping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 - Learn to ice-skate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 - Attend an Opera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 - Ride the ten biggest roller coasters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 - Run a marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 - Go horseback riding on a beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 - Witness a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 - Plant a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 - Visit Anne Frank's grave/memorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 - Walk the Great Wall of China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 - Have a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 - Inspire someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 - Save/Adopt an endangered species &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 - Play my violin somewhere famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 - Go ghost hunting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28 - See where they study the Titanic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29 - Climb Machu Picchu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 - Visit Egypt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31 - Mentor a Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32 - Stay the night in an old castle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33 - Watch the entire Gilmore Girls Series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 - Own or work at a bookstore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35 - Learn to ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36 - Learn to drive a stick shift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37 - Jump off a diving board fearlessly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38 - Graduate from High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39 - Graduate from College&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 - Go to a blues bar in Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41 - Speak French fluently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42 - Go to a cave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-4350961716214393861?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/4350961716214393861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=4350961716214393861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4350961716214393861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/4350961716214393861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-bucket-list.html' title='My Bucket List'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8358823037803896328</id><published>2010-02-23T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:48:05.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought.</title><content type='html'>Throughout everyone's life, there has to always be one person, or several that you can't stand to live with but you wonder what it's like without. Sometimes you want to "rid" yourself of them for the benefit of you, first of all, and probably both of you in the long run. But as soon as you think you have completely erased them from your life, they come back, ruining everything you've started for yourself and not only making matters worse, but making it harder to go back every time. They bury themselves so deep inside you, like a tick, making it impossible to dig them out without hurting yourself. But you always heal, scar or no scar. Sometimes they just don't get it. But they end up pulling you in and pushing you under like the ocean. You're swimming around, blind and lost. Sometimes they do get it, and they take advantage of you, trying to control your emotions and put you on a roller coaster. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, they write you, telling you they heard a song that reminded them of you, or they walked past a place you used to go, or did something they did when they were with you. Or maybe they just thought of you, or were feeling nostalgic. But maybe that's just it. Maybe it's the little things... a song, a store, a picture that reminds you of someone. I cannot walk past a rack of Bananas, or think of Nuns, rap, padding, TJ Maxx, Gilmore Girls, Swagger Wagon, etc... Without it reminding me of one of my best friends or a person who has made a noticeable difference in my life.  So maybe... it really is just the little memories and inside jokes you make that tie you to a person, bounding you together... Until you finally just decide to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You forgive. You forget. Life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8358823037803896328?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8358823037803896328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8358823037803896328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8358823037803896328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8358823037803896328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/02/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought.'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389469758189667063.post-8318612868550772269</id><published>2010-02-23T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:36:56.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nV5F77vvrg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6nV5F77vvrg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6389469758189667063-8318612868550772269?l=alexisebarton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/feeds/8318612868550772269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6389469758189667063&amp;postID=8318612868550772269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8318612868550772269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6389469758189667063/posts/default/8318612868550772269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexisebarton.blogspot.com/2010/02/swagga-wagon.html' title='Check this out!'/><author><name>Lexi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16450540244122144715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOfJSdfuqh0/TbGiPfjlMfI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ju3mTKJVyyI/s220/december1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
