<?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-503724036697827170</id><updated>2012-01-09T01:13:50.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuestros Colores</title><subtitle type='html'>South Bronx students exploring cultural diversity through Pedagogy of Photography (POP).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-8411692846999582079</id><published>2007-08-17T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:00:57.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuestros Colores</title><content type='html'>Since the beginning of the year, my second grade POP class has been working on a literacy through photography project to explore our cultures and celebrate diversity.  Our project is called Nuestros Colores, Our Colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is to create visual poetry on E 138th street through the students’ art and writing.  One of my students ended her essay asking, “And what is your color of self?”  The beauty of this type of project is that these images will not be confined to the walls of a gallery but will return to and be viewed where they were generated. These portraits were not only taken in the community but will return to the community- to the exact store window in some cases where the food was purchased for the photograph.  The images will be displayed within a block of the school in hopes that this public accessibility will not only give the students, their care givers and the store owners a sense of pride for their “colors, foods, community and culture” but will awaken a youthful curiosity within the local members of the community and deep reflection on the message presented will be a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoy our project.   It has been a creative way to explore issues of self-concept and diversity while appreciating our cultures and the resources we have in our South Bronx community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-8411692846999582079?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/8411692846999582079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=8411692846999582079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/8411692846999582079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/8411692846999582079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/nuestros-colores-nuestras-comidas.html' title='Nuestros Colores'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-3248886667027522614</id><published>2007-07-24T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:32:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedagogy of Photography Exhibit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8wcVX7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/k1l1tFsXyoU/s1600-h/_MG_8595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8wcVX7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/k1l1tFsXyoU/s400/_MG_8595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963969214508242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8vcVX7KI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lPcTLeTOqrU/s1600-h/_MG_8612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8vcVX7KI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lPcTLeTOqrU/s400/_MG_8612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963952034639010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8wMVX7MI/AAAAAAAAARg/yScFYy90sNo/s1600-h/_MG_8600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8wMVX7MI/AAAAAAAAARg/yScFYy90sNo/s400/_MG_8600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963964919540930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8DsVX7FI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIRYhUXkQEM/s1600-h/_MG_8624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8DsVX7FI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qIRYhUXkQEM/s400/_MG_8624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963200415362130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8D8VX7GI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hgiGjTlRyJA/s1600-h/_MG_8626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8D8VX7GI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hgiGjTlRyJA/s400/_MG_8626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963204710329442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8EMVX7HI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BYNgvIU_RqE/s1600-h/_MG_8630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8EMVX7HI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BYNgvIU_RqE/s400/_MG_8630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963209005296754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8FMVX7II/AAAAAAAAARA/ARfCUc3rJO8/s1600-h/_MG_8618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8FMVX7II/AAAAAAAAARA/ARfCUc3rJO8/s400/_MG_8618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963226185165954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8FMVX7JI/AAAAAAAAARI/aLF3JNgg4OI/s1600-h/_MG_8614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8FMVX7JI/AAAAAAAAARI/aLF3JNgg4OI/s400/_MG_8614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090963226185165970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come see our exhibit on East 138th Street between Willis and Alexander Avenues- off the 6 Train in the South Bronx.  The student's work is exhibited at Pioneer Super Market, The Bronx Fish Market, Pizza &amp; Taco Restaurant, Tropical Resturant, El Rinconcito Mexicano &amp; Ceilito Lindo Restaurants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-3248886667027522614?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/3248886667027522614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=3248886667027522614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/3248886667027522614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/3248886667027522614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/07/literacy-through-photography-exhibit.html' title='Pedagogy of Photography Exhibit'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa8wcVX7NI/AAAAAAAAARo/k1l1tFsXyoU/s72-c/_MG_8595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-1279046513520536738</id><published>2007-07-24T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:27:29.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Exhibit/ Publishing Party Pictures</title><content type='html'>Our end of the year photography exhibit, publishing party and community walk were a great success!  We had very proud students, parents and community members.  Everyone appreciated the accessible art exhibit we created in the store windows in the community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rvca--xxBgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/n9-awcWfBKM/s1600-h/Valerie+Reading+at+Publishing+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rvca--xxBgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/n9-awcWfBKM/s400/Valerie+Reading+at+Publishing+Party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113585571208431106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa5XsVX7CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oeJ6wg4JRrA/s1600-h/_MG_8572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa5XsVX7CI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oeJ6wg4JRrA/s400/_MG_8572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090960245477862434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4q8VX6-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/tDO-oqRKBAY/s1600-h/_MG_7559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4q8VX6-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/tDO-oqRKBAY/s400/_MG_7559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090959476678716386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4rcVX6_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-L2AvOwJyKY/s1600-h/_MG_7560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4rcVX6_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-L2AvOwJyKY/s400/_MG_7560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090959485268650994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4rsVX7AI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sQBr4IC-EpM/s1600-h/_MG_8621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4rsVX7AI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sQBr4IC-EpM/s400/_MG_8621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090959489563618306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4sMVX7BI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QwokEAyBptU/s1600-h/_MG_8573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa4sMVX7BI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QwokEAyBptU/s400/_MG_8573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090959498153552914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa278VX67I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Fci6Ia59pk4/s1600-h/_MG_7550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa278VX67I/AAAAAAAAAPY/Fci6Ia59pk4/s400/_MG_7550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090957569713236914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa28MVX68I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1LWhuK5GtBs/s1600-h/_MG_7555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa28MVX68I/AAAAAAAAAPg/1LWhuK5GtBs/s400/_MG_7555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090957574008204226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa2R8VX63I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ePlWpBAq16s/s1600-h/_MG_7639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa2R8VX63I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ePlWpBAq16s/s400/_MG_7639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956848158731122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa2ScVX64I/AAAAAAAAAPA/FuFWs3CTOl4/s1600-h/_MG_7535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa2ScVX64I/AAAAAAAAAPA/FuFWs3CTOl4/s400/_MG_7535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090956856748665730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-1279046513520536738?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/1279046513520536738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=1279046513520536738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1279046513520536738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1279046513520536738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/07/community-exhibit.html' title='Community Exhibit/ Publishing Party Pictures'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rvca--xxBgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/n9-awcWfBKM/s72-c/Valerie+Reading+at+Publishing+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-1240521459916276509</id><published>2007-07-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:31:36.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvcaiOxxBfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2SCUUTXUUgo/s1600-h/Stacia+writes+on+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvcaiOxxBfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2SCUUTXUUgo/s400/Stacia+writes+on+wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113585077287192050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVOeOxxBII/AAAAAAAAAUU/h0VcaaLvlFU/s1600-h/Stacia+in+Mirror+Photo+web+save.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVPmexxBJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HxAW_8z3Nos/s1600-h/_MG_2334%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVPmexxBJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/HxAW_8z3Nos/s400/_MG_2334%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113080474464486546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa1G8VX6yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QK7YehGc2Ss/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa1G8VX6yI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QK7YehGc2Ss/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090955559668542242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa1HcVX6zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8W2bQvKdu3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa1HcVX6zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8W2bQvKdu3Q/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090955568258476850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa1H8VX60I/AAAAAAAAAOg/V5tpgatmAYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rqa1H8VX60I/AAAAAAAAAOg/V5tpgatmAYQ/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090955576848411458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a school year discovering the diversity of ourselves and community which included self reflections, community mapping, writing about and painting our colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-1240521459916276509?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/1240521459916276509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=1240521459916276509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1240521459916276509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1240521459916276509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/07/celebration-sucess.html' title='A Year In Review'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvcaiOxxBfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2SCUUTXUUgo/s72-c/Stacia+writes+on+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-440622053991559665</id><published>2007-06-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:01.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Pan de Platano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXX8uxxBdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IQFYWAtjUBw/s1600-h/Leazah_Yo+Soy+Pan+de+Platano+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXX8uxxBdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IQFYWAtjUBw/s400/Leazah_Yo+Soy+Pan+de+Platano+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113230390297953746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncHYgncjuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UR2LxdvHLQE/s1600-h/_MG_7466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncHYgncjuI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UR2LxdvHLQE/s400/_MG_7466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077535222537162466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Skin Color is Like  Banana Muffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Leazah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose banana bread as my skin color for the community walk but we did not find banana bread so we chose a banana muffin at a place called  Tropical  Resturant. We   were taking pictures with our food.  My mom helped me find my recipe for banana bread.  My mom makes   it at our house.  I   like to  taste it.    Banana  bread tastes     delicious.  It is  smooth   like a pillow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-440622053991559665?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/440622053991559665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=440622053991559665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/440622053991559665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/440622053991559665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-pan-de-platano_16.html' title='Yo Soy Pan de Platano'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXX8uxxBdI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IQFYWAtjUBw/s72-c/Leazah_Yo+Soy+Pan+de+Platano+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-9037937589639391162</id><published>2007-06-13T09:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:01.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Un Mango Batido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVgtOxxBUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_UAO-ELl8Eg/s1600-h/Isnael_Yo+Soy+Un+Mango+Batido+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVgtOxxBUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_UAO-ELl8Eg/s400/Isnael_Yo+Soy+Un+Mango+Batido+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113099282126275906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncKbQncjvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AxSppz9aSwk/s1600-h/_MG_7504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncKbQncjvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/AxSppz9aSwk/s400/_MG_7504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077538568316686066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is photography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photogrpahy is     when       you     take     a     picture.   When     i     was       little    my     big     bother                                                                                                                                     put  a     ppicture    of     in    eassbinng time.  It was when    i    i    fell    down   and    i   didt   like  it .  The   picture   is   at    home.   Why   did   he    take     the      picture   when nobody  thinks    itis     funny?        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Soy Un Batido                  &lt;br /&gt;Isnael  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk felt really exciting.  The mango batito was my color because my skin is light like my Mom.   My    mother     told   me         a    story   about  where she lived in Puerto Rico.    I  was    there       in    2001  when   I    was     a    baby           when     we    switched   back   to     Puert 0    Rico.          The             mango   tastes    sweet .  My mom    MIX         IT  with cinnamon and a bit of vanilla too.    It has sweet stuff inside and it is light colored.    I know this because my mom use to make batito.  It was great to come to the community walk.  Learning about our color and tryinh different foods made me feel like learning about my culture.  I like school because it has taught me many things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;       My favorite part of the trip was  when I tooked a  picture in front of the  police car and of the store.  What is your favorite   picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-9037937589639391162?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/9037937589639391162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=9037937589639391162' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/9037937589639391162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/9037937589639391162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-mango-batido.html' title='Yo Soy Un Mango Batido'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVgtOxxBUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_UAO-ELl8Eg/s72-c/Isnael_Yo+Soy+Un+Mango+Batido+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-6695533643714808386</id><published>2007-06-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:01.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy "Jamaican Dumplings"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVjGuxxBVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/icSRFwzM3Z8/s1600-h/Rosemarie_Yo+Soy+"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVjGuxxBVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/icSRFwzM3Z8/s400/Rosemarie_Yo+Soy+" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113101919236195666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncLBwncjwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uQoRmv8tq4Y/s1600-h/_MG_7377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncLBwncjwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uQoRmv8tq4Y/s400/_MG_7377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077539229741649666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography by Rosemarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My   farvite   picture   is   when   I   was   a   baby   and   I   had   on   a    liittle   blue&lt;br /&gt;baby   clother   with   a   little    bear   on   it   I   was   playing   with   my   sister   and   my   borther   my   eyes   were   big   I   looked   cute   that   was   my   farvite   baby   picture.I   love   the   picture   because   I   like   how   my  eyes  looked   when   my   mom   took   my  picture   I   was   in   my   crab   in   my   apartment.    I   was   excited.  Why was I excited? Because   it   was   my   frist   time   I   got   my   frist   picture  take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica   Dumplings by Rosemarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I chose dumplings because I think dumplings are the color of my skin.  I chose them because they come from my country Jamaica. I eat them with soup. They taste sweet like the sauce on the dumplings. We bought Chinese dumplings because we could not find Jamaican dumplings on the community walk. It was very hot when we took pictures. It was very bright and the sun hurt my eyes. My feet were also burnt from the sun because I wore sandals. I wonder how it would have felt to pick my color when it was cold? Actually I think it would have been hard because it might have been windy and dirt would be flying everywhere. I would have worn more cothes to keep me warm. I am glad I took my picture when it was sunny because it was easier to find dumplings in soup that were just like my color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-6695533643714808386?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/6695533643714808386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=6695533643714808386' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/6695533643714808386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/6695533643714808386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-jamaican-dumplings.html' title='Yo Soy &quot;Jamaican Dumplings&quot;'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVjGuxxBVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/icSRFwzM3Z8/s72-c/Rosemarie_Yo+Soy+' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-4977898669464485934</id><published>2007-06-12T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:02.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Horchata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVamexxBPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oCmMMBxTE5w/s1600-h/Nelson_Yo+Soy+Horchata+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVamexxBPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oCmMMBxTE5w/s400/Nelson_Yo+Soy+Horchata+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113092569092392178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm85HwncjXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SmoSNAJO1EU/s1600-h/Nelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm85HwncjXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SmoSNAJO1EU/s400/Nelson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075338110542056818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography- By Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You   can    take   a   photo  of   a   proson    and  a   Creature.      I   took   a    photo   of  my    sister  sleeping and waereing` a mud mask   and  Eating` chocolate.     My  sister   got  vary    mad    because   its`   emberosin  when   someone    takes`  a  photo   of   you  eating  but   this  is still  my    Favorite    photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Soy Horchata By Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose HORCHATA because my mom is from Mexico. HORCHATA is made in MEXICO and my mom made me some at home. Horchata is a cold drink and it represents my skin color. Horchata is like a milk color. Horchata does have rice but it taste like milk and its refreshing for Summer days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-4977898669464485934?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/4977898669464485934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=4977898669464485934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/4977898669464485934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/4977898669464485934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-horchata.html' title='Yo Soy Horchata'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVamexxBPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oCmMMBxTE5w/s72-c/Nelson_Yo+Soy+Horchata+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-6342187241497973677</id><published>2007-06-12T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:02.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy "Skittles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXYz-xxBeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DyAueg7x2Kg/s1600-h/Masai_Yo+Soy+"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXYz-xxBeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DyAueg7x2Kg/s400/Masai_Yo+Soy+" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113231339485726178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm833wncjWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4q3wyueBibw/s1600-h/_MG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm833wncjWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4q3wyueBibw/s400/_MG_1947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075336736152522082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phy at the end of the word reminds me of Daffy  Duck from looney toons.the word photography has two words in it photo and graph.i use to be working on graphs in math.photogrphy is when you take pictures of things.pictures of stuff.pictures help people because  pictures  bring back memories to people.I like photos because you can look at them any time.and when your stressed out pictures  can relax you so you can be calm you can take pictures of; the statue of liberty, a pizza pie,a recipe,a cat,a book,a dog,a baby,a house,a car, and a motercycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning  our  colors  &amp;  Community   walk. By  Masai.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  learned   that  learning  our  colors  is  very  hard  because  you  have  to  mix  alot  of  colors and  have  to  have  the  right  colors.  What   I learned  on  the  community  walk  was  to  get  the  food  we  chose.  We  chose  our  food   at  the  begening  of  the  year.I chose skittles,  Stacia  chose  fish  her  type  of  fish  was  whitning  fish. Sheyann  picked a  dounut  with chocalate    frosting   &amp;    sprinkles .  I  chose  skittles   because  they  have  a  dark  brown  one.  Stacia  picked  fish  because  it  reminded  her  of   her  grandmother. It  reminded  her  of  her  grandmother  because  she tricked Stacia and said  it   was  chicken.   Sheyann  picked  a  dounut  because  she  likes  chocalate.  We all had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-6342187241497973677?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/6342187241497973677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=6342187241497973677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/6342187241497973677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/6342187241497973677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-skittles.html' title='Yo Soy &quot;Skittles&quot;'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXYz-xxBeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/DyAueg7x2Kg/s72-c/Masai_Yo+Soy+' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-338378346129577612</id><published>2007-06-12T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:02.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy "Franks and Beans"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVe9OxxBTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hmH0Sa6ODdE/s1600-h/Davion_Yo+Soy+"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVe9OxxBTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hmH0Sa6ODdE/s400/Davion_Yo+Soy+" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113097357980927282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm83mgncjVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oZomm9ii-M4/s1600-h/_MG_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm83mgncjVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oZomm9ii-M4/s400/_MG_3069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075336439799778642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What   is     Photography   by Davion    &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt; Photography            is       when     somEone        takes     a       picture         of      something     and         sometime            he   or   she       puts       the      pictures   on     the    computer       and    people can       look    at     them. i have      some pictures   of    my       house       any  I  was   smiling   i   look    the      same.   it   was   a    pictures   of   my             face       on     christmas.      I   do    not have   a  lot   of        pictures  but    some    people    do. I do  not   take     a   lot    of    pictures    i             take    a   little.      on  my     computer   it   is    fun     to    take  pictures of people and  things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Community      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  picked     franks  and    beans      because     they    are  like   the    outside     of   my   skin.   Every    time        I      see        franks and   beans       they  make me want to lick my fingers and suck my thumb.  My auntie makes them for  me.      She   makes  franks and beans  for     me  at  my  house. She    makes    them  on    the      stove.        &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i         Live   in     the   Bronx.  Around my block it is crazy.  I am a little crazy but  i’m   still good.  My block is crazy   because people   stab   and   shoot   each other.  My mom's boyfriend's  cousin was shot. His name  was  Shon Bell. Also someone  around my block threw theie baby away in the incinerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my   communitity because   I have a   big family and I play football   here.  On my community walk I went to the corner store and my teacher bought franks and beans. My aunt cooked them for me.  When she made them they tasted good, so good every time I lick my  lips and   suck    my     thumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-338378346129577612?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/338378346129577612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=338378346129577612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/338378346129577612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/338378346129577612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-franks-and-beans.html' title='Yo Soy &quot;Franks and Beans&quot;'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVe9OxxBTI/AAAAAAAAAVs/hmH0Sa6ODdE/s72-c/Davion_Yo+Soy+' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-5583765630047867391</id><published>2007-06-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Una Chuleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVbvexxBQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TlI4hHQUkiM/s1600-h/Aalyah_Yo+Soy+Una+Chuleta+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVbvexxBQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TlI4hHQUkiM/s400/Aalyah_Yo+Soy+Una+Chuleta+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113093823222842626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm83UAncjUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TGMAGctLi5k/s1600-h/_MG_7415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm83UAncjUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TGMAGctLi5k/s400/_MG_7415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075336121972198722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Photograohy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograohy  is in  portan to me   because it brings  bake  memores   that patess  away. I love a pictrure of my Dad because he lives in another place.  It brings me joy to see his picture. My dad’s picture is special because I love him. The people said I look like him.And it feel good because I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ribs are  my family’s  favorite.   My mom’s dad  makes good ribs. My great  great   grandma  taught  my mom’s dad  how to make ribs.  Ribs taste hot and good like my great great grandmothers recipe. Ribs are like the color of my skin because they are dark brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-5583765630047867391?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/5583765630047867391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=5583765630047867391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/5583765630047867391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/5583765630047867391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-una-chuleta.html' title='Yo Soy Una Chuleta'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVbvexxBQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TlI4hHQUkiM/s72-c/Aalyah_Yo+Soy+Una+Chuleta+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-7953800071651027091</id><published>2007-06-12T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Una Torta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXPm-xxBYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iC08Mb7Jb30/s1600-h/Juan_Yo+Soy+Una+Torta+Painting+Cropped+Web+save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXPm-xxBYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iC08Mb7Jb30/s400/Juan_Yo+Soy+Una+Torta+Painting+Cropped+Web+save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113221220542776706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm82FwncjTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/T0-FU6dMNq4/s1600-h/_MG_7323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm82FwncjTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/T0-FU6dMNq4/s400/_MG_7323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075334777647435058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by Juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know     about   pictures. They   are   like           photograpthS   with  Lot  of             &lt;br /&gt;Color.    There          are  pictures  of  eyeballs.  They    Look    perfect     .      There              are                                      pictuers         at  the  beach and   at     the    pool   and    at Central Park where there are boats   .     Do      you    know   central      park    ?    It    is   awesome    plues        to  take   pictures         there   with    my little   boat         MR   BOOZE.    HE    IS   FASTER   THAn everyone      ELSES   BOAT.` `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  TORTA    MAN    by Juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I choose Torta a type of  hamburger  in Mexico to represent my skin color my  mom and dad came from  mexico in an airplane when I was a baby in my mommys stomach.   There  is meat, salad  and  cojoles in a torta. Cojoles  is the  best  food    I have ever heard of because it is deliciouss.  When I bite into it I feel l ike a Torta man who throws tortas at everybody.  Torta man  to the rescue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-7953800071651027091?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/7953800071651027091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=7953800071651027091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7953800071651027091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7953800071651027091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-torta.html' title='Yo Soy Una Torta'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXPm-xxBYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/iC08Mb7Jb30/s72-c/Juan_Yo+Soy+Una+Torta+Painting+Cropped+Web+save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-912686705924040479</id><published>2007-06-12T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:03.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy  Un Bistec</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnwkgncjDI/AAAAAAAAADk/-aFcORgGsus/s1600-h/Lamar+w+Steak+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnwkgncjDI/AAAAAAAAADk/-aFcORgGsus/s400/Lamar+w+Steak+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073850965230914610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnvAQncjCI/AAAAAAAAADc/T6bi36-1kG8/s1600-h/_MG_2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnvAQncjCI/AAAAAAAAADc/T6bi36-1kG8/s400/_MG_2565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073849242949028898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning      our    colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By Lamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meat that I saw was steak. When I cook the steak it was black and a little brown. I picked steak because the steak was the color of my skin when it was cooked and my family likes to eat steak. When the steak was cooked it was almost the color of my skin, I went to the super market and we went inside were they cut the meat it smelled stinky like meat. It felt good when I colored my skin because when I colored my face I color the steak the same way . The steak tasted fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-912686705924040479?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/912686705924040479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=912686705924040479' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/912686705924040479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/912686705924040479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-bistec.html' title='Yo Soy  Un Bistec'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnwkgncjDI/AAAAAAAAADk/-aFcORgGsus/s72-c/Lamar+w+Steak+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-2309342566692279980</id><published>2007-06-12T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:04.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Tostones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVYbuxxBNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TrH4ZuP-YPY/s1600-h/Syra_Yo+Soy+Tostones+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVYbuxxBNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TrH4ZuP-YPY/s400/Syra_Yo+Soy+Tostones+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113090185385542866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm81pAncjSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V0RPq8m0f7c/s1600-h/Syra"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm81pAncjSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V0RPq8m0f7c/s400/Syra" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075334283726196002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is pictures.I like to smile in pictures.  I also like to make a shakira pose in my photos.  I look beautiful.  I t makes me feel happy because I like photography.  The most photo I think of is the photo where I look like a princess.  It makes me feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Syra and I was born in Portowerko.  When    I     whent     on      the  c amunaty     walk        with      Ms.Katie, I ate tho thones.  That is my family’s faverite food.  We eat it in Portowerckow because my Mom ate them there when she was a little girl.  My skin is like the color of thothones, light and pretty.  Thothones are yamy and crunchy.  I eat them with rice and beans and pork chops. Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Syra and I was born in Puerto Rico.  When    I     whent     on      the  community     walk        with      Ms.Katie, I ate tostones.  That is my family’s favorite food.  We eat it in Puerto Rico because my Mom ate them there when she was a little girl.  My skin is like the color of tostones, light and pretty.  Tostones are yummy and crunchy.  I eat them with rice and beans and pork chops. Excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-2309342566692279980?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/2309342566692279980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=2309342566692279980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/2309342566692279980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/2309342566692279980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-tostones.html' title='Yo Soy Tostones'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVYbuxxBNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TrH4ZuP-YPY/s72-c/Syra_Yo+Soy+Tostones+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-7179385141016829040</id><published>2007-06-11T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:04.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Flan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVdIuxxBRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/73Y7KO8znkY/s1600-h/Alexsis_Yo+Soy+Flan+Painting+Cropped+WebSave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVdIuxxBRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/73Y7KO8znkY/s400/Alexsis_Yo+Soy+Flan+Painting+Cropped+WebSave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113095356526167314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3MHwncjJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q6ig6DETtq0/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3MHwncjJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Q6ig6DETtq0/s400/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074936788797918354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  Alexis            6-5-07 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I   know    about      photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They  take    pictures      and  when     you   press &lt;br /&gt; the  button   the   flash   comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; out.    People   take   the  pictures.    When  I   &lt;br /&gt; had    my    pictures   taken   I  was               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the     Puerto Rico   queen.     I  think I   Look  &lt;br /&gt; pretty  and   Beautiful  and   I  was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in  the   newspaper.  I   have  a  papa  that  he  is   special &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to  me.    One  day   my   papa   went   to   the  store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and  when he    went     inside   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   he   saw   the     newspaper.    He   took    the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; newspaper   and    he     cut         pictures     out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and  put  it in  a  frame.   When   i    pass  by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it   every day  it  makes  me  feels    special &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; because   my   papa    died.  I   Love   he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and   he   is   special  to   me  too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Flan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  Alexis   Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My      mommy      makes     flan     and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My      family    like     it.    It   tastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really    good.     The     juice    tastes    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like    honey     and    the    flan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes     like   cake    but   it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has    more   juice  and   it   is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softer    too.    Flan    is   so   good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I   could   eat    it    every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It    feels   like   a    cloud   in   my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth.  You   know   how  clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are    soft     and    you    can     go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Through    them. It     feels   like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That   a     little    to   me    when  i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat    flan.   Does    your   family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like   flan   too   and     are   you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purto   Rican    too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-7179385141016829040?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/7179385141016829040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=7179385141016829040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7179385141016829040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7179385141016829040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-flan.html' title='Yo Soy Flan'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVdIuxxBRI/AAAAAAAAAVc/73Y7KO8znkY/s72-c/Alexsis_Yo+Soy+Flan+Painting+Cropped+WebSave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-7050465735923420920</id><published>2007-06-11T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:04.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Avena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVUBuxxBMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YtT-L7CSg9I/s1600-h/Valerie_Yo+Soy+Avena+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVUBuxxBMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YtT-L7CSg9I/s400/Valerie_Yo+Soy+Avena+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113085340662432962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3QGwncjLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2ClF1AxvLY/s1600-h/_MG_5720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3QGwncjLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y2ClF1AxvLY/s400/_MG_5720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074941169664560306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is  a  passion. A passion that makes you yourself. When you want to do it don't  let anybody stop you from doing what you like to do. Take for instance Miss Katie she likes to take photos / be a photographer but,she needs  something to take pictures of. So, she takes pictures of room 2-305. I like photography because it makes me feel happy and yesterday  I took pictures at my sister's violin concert . My dad taught me how to take pictures of his storage house. I  have a  favorite picture at home of me at Holloween  when I was three years old dressed up as an angel.  I like the picture because I looked cute.  I was laughing and it is a memory.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!                          &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              -Valerie Ann Cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Why I choose Oatmeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I choose Oatmeal because it is my skin color.I also choose Oatmeal because I eat it everyday for breakfast. I really like                                          to eat Oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I like to eat Oatmeal because it reminds me of my great, great grandma that passed away when I was in kindergarten,2004. Her name is abuela  Mimi. She liked to eat  Oatmeal. She came from Puerto Rico. She moved to NY close to my titi. My titi moved . Later on, abuela Mimi died. Her husband died 3 weeks later. My mom now makes me Oatmeal everyday.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Valerie Ann Cruz              : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-7050465735923420920?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/7050465735923420920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=7050465735923420920' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7050465735923420920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7050465735923420920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-avena.html' title='Yo Soy Avena'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVUBuxxBMI/AAAAAAAAAU0/YtT-L7CSg9I/s72-c/Valerie_Yo+Soy+Avena+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-5370160881761077382</id><published>2007-06-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:04.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Un Helado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVZGOxxBOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iV7V6nGI6Zw/s1600-h/Quinna_Yo+Soy+Un+Helado+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVZGOxxBOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iV7V6nGI6Zw/s400/Quinna_Yo+Soy+Un+Helado+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113090915529983202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncL6gncjxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mQ7klIltNHM/s1600-h/_MG_5685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RncL6gncjxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mQ7klIltNHM/s400/_MG_5685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077540204699225874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is when you take picture’s. of the food of your skin color like briana’s   skin. Her skin is a cream color and she picked a taco and the taco was the same color so that’s why she picked it.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture is when a man took a picture of me and the chocolate ice cream sundae. It make me feel hopeful because my wish came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why I choose Ice Cream?  I chose ice cream because it is my color.  That’s why I chose it and also because my mom takes me to get ice cream every day.  I like to eat ice cream because it reminds me of my grandma because she passed away and I miss her very much.  She lived in Puerto Rico.  My mom took me to my grandma’s house and my grandma had ice cream in her fridge and she gave me some.  It was vanilla and chocolate strawberry ice –cream. It tasted like a delightful milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is by quianna 6-11-07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-5370160881761077382?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/5370160881761077382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=5370160881761077382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/5370160881761077382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/5370160881761077382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-helado.html' title='Yo Soy Un Helado'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVZGOxxBOI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iV7V6nGI6Zw/s72-c/Quinna_Yo+Soy+Un+Helado+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-1644845379021311801</id><published>2007-06-11T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:05.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Arroz y Habichuelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXWbuxxBcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/miBEAS2m78c/s1600-h/Kiara_Yo+Soy+Frijoles+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXWbuxxBcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/miBEAS2m78c/s400/Kiara_Yo+Soy+Frijoles+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113228723850642882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3T-wncjPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/w5Gip_Ozl08/s1600-h/_MG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3T-wncjPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/w5Gip_Ozl08/s400/_MG_4834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074945430272118002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My    mom   and me    like to    take     pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know   what my   mom   and   me   like  to do?  We   like    taking     pictures. I like&lt;br /&gt;taking animal pictures.    And    my     mom      &lt;br /&gt;likes    taking   picture   of     peapil.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;I          have          a           picture          of          my           mom. I like the picture because        it          is       new. She     is       27    years      old.         She        had      a   short   skirt     and a long     shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My        mom                                   likes to            see          pictures       too        and             she         likes            to         paint            it      also         like           we           do       in         the           classroom.   One             time            I        was           in         a           party.        and       she          wanted       to        take      all      the          pitchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does my mom do with the pictures?  She collects them and put them in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My    trip     to      the     community walk&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;     By Kiara&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In        my community walk    I     saw    my   grandmas      building.       She     was     not        there.  She    went      to     Florida  and   I        miss        her       but       she      is     coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next      we      saw       Jesus’s         mother      and    father.      They       gave   Alexis,      Briana,      Jesus and me  atole   and       tamales.    They     taste like crema, the food that we eat when we wake up.      &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Then   we    went    to    a    shop.    It      was      called     Pioneer.     We           bought     &lt;br /&gt;rice    and   beans.      My      teacher           took     a      pictures    of me      standing     with    the rice and beans at my grandma’s buildng.    I chose to take the picture at my grandma’s building because   the color of my skin is    Puerto Rican food and my grandma is from Puerto Rico.  I     eat      rice     and    beans    from     Puerto    Rico   too.   and    I    am    Puerto  Rican. .    My teacher     took      the     picture and we   had     fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also    we    went   to     the     park.     My     teacher      took    a   picture     of   us sliding    on      the       slide.      And    we      ate   our    tamales  too.   Jesus   said    the    tamales     had     raisins ,   sugar   and   &lt;br /&gt;no    meat     in it.   The   red     one    tasted     like     candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-1644845379021311801?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/1644845379021311801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=1644845379021311801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1644845379021311801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1644845379021311801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-arroz-y-frijoles.html' title='Yo Soy Arroz y Habichuelas'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXWbuxxBcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/miBEAS2m78c/s72-c/Kiara_Yo+Soy+Frijoles+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-8326841789221415807</id><published>2007-06-11T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:05.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Te Helado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXQiOxxBZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gqHSatjmcG4/s1600-h/Kareem_Yo+Soy+Iced+Tea+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXQiOxxBZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gqHSatjmcG4/s400/Kareem_Yo+Soy+Iced+Tea+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113222238450025874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3UWwncjQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DWv66zpWYsY/s1600-h/_MG_3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3UWwncjQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DWv66zpWYsY/s400/_MG_3577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074945842588978434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kareem                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What     is   photograhy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    First   photogap   is      a      cell  phone   because  it  can   take   pictures.    Next    some    poles   on   the   steet   they   have   cameras           &lt;br /&gt;and   they     take   pictures    of   cars.       I     saw   a    pictures   whith   me    and    my    dad      holding    money   in   our   hands.    I     was   at   chucky  chese. I   felt   happy   because    I     love   him.    I    miss    my      dad     because    he      wroks    far   far    far       away.          I     am    not     going    to      see    him                 &lt;br /&gt;antil     I     tran      ten.    I     am     seven.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kareem  &lt;br /&gt;Ice-tea        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;First    we   went    on    a   community   walk. I   saw    a    truck   that sells   icetea   and   waffles.     &lt;br /&gt;Ice-tea  is    the    color   of    my   skin.    I   learned    to    make     icetea   from   my   mom  at   my   house.    First    I    take    Ice-tea     out      of    box     then     I      pour   it   in  the    cup.   Next   I    pour    watar   in    the   cup.   After   I    put    sugar    in   the    cup. &lt;br /&gt;Last   I   mix   it   up.   Finally  I    drink.    I     felt    happy      like     the    air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-8326841789221415807?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/8326841789221415807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=8326841789221415807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/8326841789221415807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/8326841789221415807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-te-helado.html' title='Yo Soy Te Helado'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXQiOxxBZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gqHSatjmcG4/s72-c/Kareem_Yo+Soy+Iced+Tea+Painting+Cropped+Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-583204977113962512</id><published>2007-06-11T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:05.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Un Taco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVeAexxBSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8ZT7HBeoUvQ/s1600-h/Briana+Yo+Soy+Un+Taco+Cropped+Web+Scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVeAexxBSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8ZT7HBeoUvQ/s400/Briana+Yo+Soy+Un+Taco+Cropped+Web+Scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113096314303874338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3ToAncjOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a_D3NHLWaCU/s1600-h/_MG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3ToAncjOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a_D3NHLWaCU/s400/_MG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074945039430094050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Briana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is  when  you take  a  picture of something a friend  of   yours.   You   can  also   take   a      picture     just     by  your    self. You can take a picture  when a wife and a husband get married.  You can take  a picture  of a car.  You can take a  picture of something outside     like     a  street.  You can take a photograph of a house.  The picture  that is special  for me is from  photography day.  There  were 3 people.  Amber Cassie and   me  and they are  my sisters.   They live with me at home. We are triplets.  I felt happy that the photography woman photograpyed me with my sisters and we came out nice.  That was  was when I was so much happy and my whole family was happy of my picture.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Briana                                      My  Skin  Color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I  picked  a taco   because it is the  color of my  skin.  I  picked it  because my mom makes  it  at home. When I  first  tasted   it ,it  tasted very good I  was feeling like I was   chearing   " taco taco taco taco".  I  felt happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live  in  the Bronx in a big  b  uliding .It has  18 floors. I live  on  the  14th floor. My mom makes the tacos on the  stove. She makes a lot of them on the  stove.  The  only thing I put on  the  tortilla  is  cheese  and  meat.&lt;br /&gt;       I got out of school to go on the  community walk . We  went to a store .Ms.Katie asked  a girl  very nice  do you have tacos  in  here.  She  said " no  I don’t. " Then  we went   to  a  bus  stop  and we saw the   letter D. That is the  first  letter of Davion's   name. The  word  that we found the letter D in was Dentista. Then, we  found my  store that it was called the Rinconcito Mexicano. It  had  lots of  tacos. Then, Ms.katie  said "what   we  are    doing ?  "   Then,  I  asked  the man   for a taco.  Then, Ms.Katie photograped me in a glass  that looked  like  a mirror. We were in the snow.  We went to a bus stop. After we got my taco  we   went to get  Davion’s franks and beans.  We  went  across  the   school and  we  took  some pictures    in  some     places.  First , Ms. Katie wrote  on a card fanks with the snow  and Davion had it in his hand.  Next she took   his picture in    front  of  the  garbage can.Finally,  she   took  my  picture  in  front of a  shopping cart.Then  she photographed  me in a   stair  case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was people,  buildings, animals  that are dogs, schools, houses, trees, cars,  stores, and parks around us. We went to where Jesus parents were selling  tamales. They gave Ms.Katie,  me,  Alexis, kiara and Jesus tamales. Then Jessus and his parents took some pictures of us. Then we passed by  kiara's     grandmas house  buliding    then we went  to    the   supermarket   to  find  rice  with  beans     for     Kiara.  Then we walked  to kiara's    grandma's   apartment . Ms.Katie    took  some   pictures. While Ms.Katie  was   taking  pictures   we   were singing   some  songs.Then  Kiara   came  and joined us   we  were   singing    chicken  noddle     soup   and  a  man   came     and     he   heard     us   singing  .While  we  were  singing   he  was  dancing    to  the   song     that    we   were   singing.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  we   went back to school. And  outside  there was snow  coming  down  the  sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-583204977113962512?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/583204977113962512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=583204977113962512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/583204977113962512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/583204977113962512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-taco.html' title='Yo Soy Un Taco'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvVeAexxBSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8ZT7HBeoUvQ/s72-c/Briana+Yo+Soy+Un+Taco+Cropped+Web+Scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-1576353259933617521</id><published>2007-06-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:06.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Un Tamale con Atole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXOWuxxBXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BOXA0kVgUQQ/s1600-h/Jesus+Y+Mama+Cropped+for+web+save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXOWuxxBXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BOXA0kVgUQQ/s400/Jesus+Y+Mama+Cropped+for+web+save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113219841858274674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXNX-xxBWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Uy1hhjyIF5A/s1600-h/Jesus_Yo+Soy+Un+Tamale+Con+Atole+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXNX-xxBWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Uy1hhjyIF5A/s400/Jesus_Yo+Soy+Un+Tamale+Con+Atole+Painting+Cropped+Web+Save.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113218763821483362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3XEQncjRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yq2YQfbyd3M/s1600-h/_MG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm3XEQncjRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Yq2YQfbyd3M/s400/_MG_4789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074948823296281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm1FsAncjII/AAAAAAAAAEM/6115gmdf-hA/s1600-h/_MG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rm1FsAncjII/AAAAAAAAAEM/6115gmdf-hA/s400/_MG_4808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074788977498426498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus         Nieves     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once       me      and      my       family        went        to       the       park       in       the      Bronx        and      my      cousins         were        playing        soccer.    My     big      brother     kicked     the       ball       and       my        cousin      jumped      and    a      great     picture     came     out .      It      made     me     feel      very     excited     because    I      have      never      seen    that      in     my     life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking              Pictures          With                   My              Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 My              mom         started          making          tomales        when   I     was      born.        She        did        not          get          to        go          outside         becaus         she      had        to         take       care&lt;br /&gt;of        me.    She      made         food.       She        made       me&lt;br /&gt;take       a         nap        so     I         can          have       all     the strength        I         need.     I       chose         tomales         because  it      has        meat         and        I        love        meat.      Next       they  got        corn.     Another        thing        is       that       it      was     made   by         my       parents.     They        sell tamales      at        the      train  stop.        My         parents         make         tamles        at      5:00   a.m.    and sell  them      at        6:00 a.m   and      people    buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We      started   doing  the walk  and we   went   to   the train stop.   The train    stop is at   Brooks Avenue   in    the   South       Bronx.   Then  we      got      my      tamales       and       atole from     my    parents.   They     taste     delicious.  They          have      spice in       it.        Then     we      got     Kiara's     beans and     rice.  We went to   the    park  and   we    ate  our   tamales   and played   for 5   minutes.    It made me feel happy and it made   me    feel   super.   I     was     proud of      my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-1576353259933617521?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/1576353259933617521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=1576353259933617521' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1576353259933617521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/1576353259933617521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-tamale-con-atole.html' title='Yo Soy Un Tamale con Atole'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RvXOWuxxBXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BOXA0kVgUQQ/s72-c/Jesus+Y+Mama+Cropped+for+web+save.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-4007521586328398427</id><published>2007-06-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:07.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Un "Doughnut"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnWBwncjBI/AAAAAAAAADU/200yFWy-jWU/s1600-h/Sheyann+Writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnWBwncjBI/AAAAAAAAADU/200yFWy-jWU/s400/Sheyann+Writing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073821780928138258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnV0AncjAI/AAAAAAAAADM/4_YJDqpdX-E/s1600-h/Sheyann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnV0AncjAI/AAAAAAAAADM/4_YJDqpdX-E/s400/Sheyann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073821544704936962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnSrwnci9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/erkenHcHrF4/s1600-h/_MG_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnSrwnci9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/erkenHcHrF4/s400/_MG_1938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073818104436132818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning      Our      Colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY    SHEYANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I    went    on    a    community  walk, I     leaned       my       color    was    Jamaican  brown.     Well me and    my      teacher    and   my    friends   were   taking   pictures       of     my      friend       Jiamani . She        picked     a     fied        chicken       with        some         rice.      Next         it      was       Stacia.         Her    skin   color         was    a         little    tanish.       She      picked      a     fish      because      her       grandma        was    cooking      and       Stacia      ate      the   fish that really was a chicken and that was the story.      Then       it        was    Masai.  He        picked          some          colorful       rainbow      candy.      Then       it    was    Me.  I         picked       a     dounot       that       had          chocolate   frosting  on   it.   I  also  picked   it  because    it  was  round like my pretty  face.   And   I   picked  it  because it  was my  color   and  also because   it  had   colorful   sprinkles.  I  was   happy that  I  picked  the   dounot .    It   was   on   January   23, 2007.   I   learned    that   it   does   not   matter   what    color    you  are.  It   does    matter   that you       have   friends   and   you   enjoy    your   color.    Do  not   think   that  you    do not  belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-4007521586328398427?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/4007521586328398427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=4007521586328398427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/4007521586328398427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/4007521586328398427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/learning-our-colors.html' title='Yo Soy Un &quot;Doughnut&quot;'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnWBwncjBI/AAAAAAAAADU/200yFWy-jWU/s72-c/Sheyann+Writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-4661409252080045557</id><published>2007-06-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Un "Toasted Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnPUQnci8I/AAAAAAAAACs/3CxLu13ziLk/s1600-h/Amar+Writing-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnPUQnci8I/AAAAAAAAACs/3CxLu13ziLk/s400/Amar+Writing-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073814402174323650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnPHQnci7I/AAAAAAAAACk/HIJFbMW6sIs/s1600-h/Amar+Pop+Tarts+Legible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnPHQnci7I/AAAAAAAAACk/HIJFbMW6sIs/s400/Amar+Pop+Tarts+Legible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073814178836024242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnMaQnci2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NDDUdomLXvM/s1600-h/_MG_2540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnMaQnci2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NDDUdomLXvM/s400/_MG_2540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073811206718655330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning about our colors on our community walk was fine . I felt great on the walk. My color was  toasted frosted brown sugar cinnamon pop tarts. It tasted good. When I went to the barber shop my mom threw away my pop tarts because she thought  they where rusty  and  breaking and she said that  I  can only eat one  . I felt sad. When I found my color food I was  happy. When it was Lamar’s turn we went  to where they made steak. That place was stinky. I was complaining about  that place because we had just watched Charlottes Web and a part  of  a chicken’s leg  was  cut off. When we came out  of the super market I was happy because  Mskatie bought the food. I felt great when I got my   picture taken.  M’s  Alfonzo’s class were surprised.  I told the kid’s about the  adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-4661409252080045557?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/4661409252080045557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=4661409252080045557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/4661409252080045557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/4661409252080045557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-toasted-frosted-brown-sugar.html' title='Yo Soy Un &quot;Toasted Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tart&quot;'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnPUQnci8I/AAAAAAAAACs/3CxLu13ziLk/s72-c/Amar+Writing-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-5151224790344189777</id><published>2007-06-08T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Pollo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnJWgnci1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dqoE1jWyJOQ/s1600-h/Jiamani+Writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnJWgnci1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dqoE1jWyJOQ/s400/Jiamani+Writing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073807843759262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm7_gncizI/AAAAAAAAABk/qPrQpRLZohs/s1600-h/Jiamani+FINAL+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm7_gncizI/AAAAAAAAABk/qPrQpRLZohs/s400/Jiamani+FINAL+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073793154971110194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm7JAnciyI/AAAAAAAAABc/JQ2BcMeF7Ec/s1600-h/_MG_2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm7JAnciyI/AAAAAAAAABc/JQ2BcMeF7Ec/s400/_MG_2247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073792218668239650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jiamani&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;THE  COLOR'S  OF  US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I    went  on a walk  with   kids at  the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the  year.I  said that the color  of   my  skin  is  chicken meat. When I  went to  find  food  I  saw  a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;store that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had  chicken  ! I    think chicken   meat   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;look's&lt;/span&gt;  like  the  color   of   my  skin  and I eat it at  lunch and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dinnier&lt;/span&gt;. I felt  happy because  I   went  a  trip   with  Ms.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  I  finely  found  chicken. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color of  your skin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-5151224790344189777?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/5151224790344189777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=5151224790344189777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/5151224790344189777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/5151224790344189777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-pollo.html' title='Yo Soy Pollo'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnJWgnci1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dqoE1jWyJOQ/s72-c/Jiamani+Writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-503724036697827170.post-7378786111913595690</id><published>2007-06-08T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:51:08.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Soy Pescado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnG4Anci0I/AAAAAAAAABs/9Szk627DyXI/s1600-h/Stacia+Writing%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnG4Anci0I/AAAAAAAAABs/9Szk627DyXI/s400/Stacia+Writing%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073805120749996866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm5SgncixI/AAAAAAAAABU/bpZMIskjeBY/s1600-h/Stacia+Scan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm5SgncixI/AAAAAAAAABU/bpZMIskjeBY/s400/Stacia+Scan+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073790182853741330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm1pAnciuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bkIo5OUQVsQ/s1600-h/_MG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/Rmm1pAnciuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bkIo5OUQVsQ/s400/_MG_1960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073786171354286818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Stacia    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Learning Our Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I    learned  about  colors  and  foods. I  picked  fish as my color because I  remember  my  grandmother  when she made  fish  and I   thought  it  was  chicken. Then  I asked  her. Is   that chicken?   She said  yes  but it was fish.  And she said   yes because  I  love  chicken. When I   was  done  she said did you know what you ate? No! Fish.  So that is why I  picked   fish. I  learned  about  photography  and   pictures and  skin. And  when  I  picked  my  color  I felt pretty happy.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                      THE  END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/503724036697827170-7378786111913595690?l=nuestroscolores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/feeds/7378786111913595690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=503724036697827170&amp;postID=7378786111913595690' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7378786111913595690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/503724036697827170/posts/default/7378786111913595690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuestroscolores.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-soy-un-pescado.html' title='Yo Soy Pescado'/><author><name>Katie DelaVaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06676919426572131330</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DdUFJ_Zwcp8/RmnG4Anci0I/AAAAAAAAABs/9Szk627DyXI/s72-c/Stacia+Writing%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
