<?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-12917030</id><updated>2011-10-22T12:44:19.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Different Voices</title><subtitle type='html'>A multimedia publication reflecting creative accomplishments of ESL students</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-112127367937090447</id><published>2005-07-13T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:16:48.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia, Inspired by Walt Whitman</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" border="0" height="30" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I Heard the Learn'd English Teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learnt grammar, reading, writing, and speaking;&lt;br /&gt;When the rules, the verbs, were taught by the teachers;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the vocabulary and the structure, to remember, read and love them;&lt;br /&gt;When I, my brows wrinkling, looked at my teachers, who were always happy to give tests and quizzes,&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I was confused and crazy;&lt;br /&gt;Still dreaming and hoping they would be nice,&lt;br /&gt;In the noisy class, and day by day,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run and fly, disappear from this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I Saw Him Walking Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw him walking away;&lt;br /&gt;When his breath, his voice, were flying on the sky;&lt;br /&gt;When I learnt from the birds and spirits, to see, hear, and touch them;&lt;br /&gt;When I, dreaming, saw him, who filled my empty face;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I knew he was a fake;&lt;br /&gt;Still dreaming and laughing, I hoped by myself,&lt;br /&gt;In the freezing night, and full of snow,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for his smile in the dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA AGUSTINUS 600B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" border="0" height="30" width="380" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-112127367937090447?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112127367937090447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112127367937090447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/07/amelia-inspired-by-walt-whitman.html' title='Amelia, Inspired by Walt Whitman'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-112126310687170885</id><published>2005-07-13T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:13:17.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="15" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users8/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1117569041-2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am a butterfly. It took me a long time to be a beautiful butterfly. Now I have gotten free. I can fly whenever I want and I can go wherever I want. Even though I am a weak thing, I am happy. I love floating in the air and like to suck sweet water from flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan K. Level 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="15" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users8/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1117569041-2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-112126310687170885?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112126310687170885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112126310687170885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/07/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-112126285753477880</id><published>2005-07-13T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:56:02.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Both</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it play? Or is it real?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Does she know?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Does he know?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is play but it is real&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;It was real in the action,&lt;br /&gt;In the mind, in the night, in the skin,&lt;br /&gt;White skin, black skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were looking&lt;br /&gt;Each other for many hours.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in the morning&lt;br /&gt;With the sunshine in their&lt;br /&gt;Backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Are we playing?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Is it play? Or&lt;br /&gt;Is it real?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's play," she said&lt;br /&gt;"OK," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeimi, Level 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-112126285753477880?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112126285753477880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112126285753477880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/07/both.html' title='Both'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-112013883562227577</id><published>2005-06-30T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:41:42.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been leaving&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams. She has&lt;br /&gt;Been flooding them.&lt;br /&gt;Her memory plays&lt;br /&gt;Tricks on her.&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is losing&lt;br /&gt;Sleep over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over again, over again&lt;br /&gt;Lack of kisses&lt;br /&gt;Lack of hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing with&lt;br /&gt;Tears in her gloomy&lt;br /&gt;Room, she gets his&lt;br /&gt;Bed wet with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone rings&lt;br /&gt;She says hello&lt;br /&gt;He say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;She smiles again&lt;br /&gt;After all she's free&lt;br /&gt;From love.&lt;br /&gt;He says to her&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me please&lt;br /&gt;My love, don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Me alone.&lt;br /&gt;She says to him&lt;br /&gt;This is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Yeimi, 300 Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-112013883562227577?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112013883562227577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/112013883562227577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/06/over-again.html' title='Over Again'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-111998155943462341</id><published>2005-06-28T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:16:39.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Brotherhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brotherhood? yes, human beings are brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, human beings belong to the same humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Human, all have the same rights.&lt;br /&gt;Human and brothers, all are mother Nature's sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bruno Valentin, 400 Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-111998155943462341?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111998155943462341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111998155943462341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/06/human-brotherhood.html' title='Human Brotherhood'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-111981191165989431</id><published>2005-06-26T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:19:46.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Video Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Language Institute Instructor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.li.gatech.edu/~rdrury/600/oral/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roger Drury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, has begun a Video Dictionary project with his 600 Level Oral Skills class. The Spring II winning video,"On the Double", which was student- written and produced, is linked below. Students participating were:Abdiel A.,Umid I.,and Ana Maria R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Link to  &lt;a href="http://web.li.gatech.edu/~rdrury/600/oral/video/on_the_double_2.mpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-111981191165989431?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111981191165989431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111981191165989431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-video-award.html' title='Best Video Award'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-111937382923151171</id><published>2005-06-21T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:18:05.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116249549-2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You asked me what I saw today, and I said,&lt;br /&gt;“I saw a morbid man lying on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a seventy years old elderly contemplating his life,&lt;br /&gt;I saw an old patient saying with his despairing,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw an exhausted human waiting for his death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me where I have been. I replied,&lt;br /&gt;“I have been in the heaven where everybody wants to go since I saw a bewildering world,&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the beautiful sky talking with God,&lt;br /&gt;And I have been an angel for few hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you asked, “What do you hope for?”&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I hoped for many things:&lt;br /&gt;For going through this tough of life,&lt;br /&gt;For standing up without lying on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;And most of all,&lt;br /&gt;For living more than thousands of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Amelia A. Level 600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116249549-2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-111937382923151171?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111937382923151171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111937382923151171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-asked-me.html' title='You Asked Me'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-111791968237096212</id><published>2005-06-04T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:29:04.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users8/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1117569041-2.jpg" border="0" height="15" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You asked me what I saw today,&lt;br /&gt;and I said,&lt;br /&gt;"I saw a flower sleeping in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl swearing allegiance,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a boy stealing the flower,&lt;br /&gt;and I saw a flower dying for the love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me where I have been.&lt;br /&gt;I replied,&lt;br /&gt;"I have been in the white clouds, in the soft clouds, since the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the wind in my face and&lt;br /&gt;the freedom in my heart for one day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you asked, "What do you hope for?"&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I hoped for many things:&lt;br /&gt;for the impossible love that everyone has,&lt;br /&gt;for the invisible kiss that you never give,&lt;br /&gt;and most of all,&lt;br /&gt;for the dream about you that I hope it will be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by  Yeimi  300 Level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users8/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1117569041-2.jpg" border="0" height="15" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-111791968237096212?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.aypwip.org/webnote/learnmore' title='You Asked'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111791968237096212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111791968237096212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-asked.html' title='You Asked'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-111670580771695106</id><published>2005-05-21T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T16:58:54.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" border="0" height="30" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students,&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in contributing to our new student publication, please talk to us and let us know. Barbara's office is in room 109 . The submissions must be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; your original work. At this time, we are just developing the project, so suggestions are welcome. You can send comments here or leave a message at school. Original digital photos with your work are possible as long as the photo is your original. We don't want to use anything from the web--only things directly from you! Let us hear your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Link to &lt;a href="http://submitwork.blogspot.com/"&gt;Express It Here &lt;/a&gt;for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" border="0" height="30" width="380" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-111670580771695106?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111670580771695106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111670580771695106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/05/beginning_111670580771695106.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>Barbara Schulz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12429074825052028006</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12917030.post-111645679199936680</id><published>2005-05-18T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:44:01.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Ideas? Here are a few...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures and questions below show you what kinds of things you could write about. Feel free to choose your own idea and put the words together in ways that are interesting and fun for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users8/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116456677-2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are this butterfly or something else in nature&lt;br /&gt;and describe what you feel, can do, look like.&lt;br /&gt;Begin with "I am a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" alt="Tacheles stairwell" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1107367869-2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you in life?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you feel you are going?&lt;br /&gt;What have you been searching for?&lt;br /&gt;Can the stairwell in this picture be&lt;br /&gt;a symbol for these questions? What other images&lt;br /&gt;could you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="218" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users8/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116464526-2.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What feelings do the hands in this picture express?&lt;br /&gt;What does this picture symbolize?&lt;br /&gt;Describe the hands of someone doing something.&lt;br /&gt;What do their hands tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/teacherbarbara/default/msg-1116181138-2.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12917030-111645679199936680?l=lizine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111645679199936680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12917030/posts/default/111645679199936680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizine.blogspot.com/2005/05/need-ideas-here-are-few.html' title='Need Ideas? 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