<rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/"><channel><title>I Am</title><link>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/category/216.aspx</link><description>I Am</description><managingEditor>mig14</managingEditor><dc:language>en-CA</dc:language><generator>.Text Version 0.95.2004.102</generator><item><dc:creator>mig14</dc:creator><title>I Am v4</title><link>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2010/02/24/164556.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 11:41:00 GMT</pubDate><guid>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2010/02/24/164556.aspx</guid><wfw:comment>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/164556.aspx</wfw:comment><comments>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2010/02/24/164556.aspx#Feedback</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/commentRss/164556.aspx</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/services/trackbacks/164556.aspx</trackback:ping><description>&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I am thinking about...how I wish I'd have the balls to get what I want&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I said...that they'd have a quiz. I lied.&lt;BR&gt;I wish...I had better organizational abilities&lt;BR&gt;I miss...some of my kids from last year.&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I hear...radio calls from WWII&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I wonder...if this years' grade 12 class wil pass their diploma&lt;BR&gt;I regret...going to bed so late and getting up so early&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I am...trying to decide how I can make the beginning of the Cold War interesting&lt;BR&gt;I dance...on the inside&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I laugh...when I am stressed out, which is often&lt;BR&gt;I sing...All the time&lt;BR&gt;I cry...when I am sad&lt;BR&gt;I am not always...in a great mood&lt;BR&gt;I write...to express myself (though I don't do it enough)&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I confuse...my passions with other people's passions.&lt;BR&gt;I need...to grow up&lt;BR&gt;I should try...to be more social&lt;BR&gt;I finish...this work week in less than 4 hours&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;img src ="http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/aggbug/164556.aspx" width = "1" height = "1" /&gt;</description></item><item><dc:creator>mig14</dc:creator><title>I Am....</title><link>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2009/07/06/158044.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 10:45:00 GMT</pubDate><guid>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2009/07/06/158044.aspx</guid><wfw:comment>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/158044.aspx</wfw:comment><comments>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2009/07/06/158044.aspx#Feedback</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/commentRss/158044.aspx</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/services/trackbacks/158044.aspx</trackback:ping><description>&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I enjoy this.  It makes me happy, because I can keep track of how I'm feeling at different times.  &lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I am thinking about...how badly I want to say something.... &lt;BR&gt;I said...that I'd post 2x per week and I'm failing miserably&lt;BR&gt;I wish...I had better organizational abilities&lt;BR&gt;I miss...my grade 12s from the school year&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I hear...sighing because my students don't know the answers on the test&lt;BR&gt;I wonder...if this job will ever get easier&lt;BR&gt;I regret...going to bed so late&lt;BR&gt;I am...really enjoying my work&lt;BR&gt;I dance...rarely&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I laugh...when I am stressed out, which is often&lt;BR&gt;I sing...All the time&lt;BR&gt;I cry...When I'm mad.&lt;BR&gt;I am not always...in a great mood&lt;BR&gt;I write...to express myself&lt;BR&gt;I confuse...my passions with other people's passions.&lt;BR&gt;I need...to grow up&lt;BR&gt;I should try...to be more social&lt;BR&gt;I finish...this course on July 24th&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;img src ="http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/aggbug/158044.aspx" width = "1" height = "1" /&gt;</description></item><item><dc:creator>mig14</dc:creator><title>I am....</title><link>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2009/01/30/157476.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 13:26:00 GMT</pubDate><guid>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2009/01/30/157476.aspx</guid><wfw:comment>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/157476.aspx</wfw:comment><comments>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2009/01/30/157476.aspx#Feedback</comments><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/commentRss/157476.aspx</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/services/trackbacks/157476.aspx</trackback:ping><description>&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I am thinking about...How I have lots to do and no time to get it done. &lt;BR&gt;I said...that I'd post 2x per week and I'm working hard at it.&lt;BR&gt;I want to...have a nap&lt;BR&gt;I wish...I had more hours in a day.&lt;BR&gt;I miss...being carefree&lt;BR&gt;I hear...my students flipping through their textbooks&lt;BR&gt;I wonder...if this job will ever get easier&lt;BR&gt;I regret...Stuff. &lt;BR&gt;I am...really enjoying my work&lt;BR&gt;I dance...rarely&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class=postcontent&gt;I laugh...when I am stressed out&lt;BR&gt;I sing...All the time&lt;BR&gt;I cry...When I'm mad.&lt;BR&gt;I am not always...the nicest person&lt;BR&gt;I write...to express myself&lt;BR&gt;I confuse...My passions with other people's passions.&lt;BR&gt;I need...to go to bed before midnight during the week&lt;BR&gt;I should try...to be more social&lt;BR&gt;I finish...my day at 3:14&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;img src ="http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/aggbug/157476.aspx" width = "1" height = "1" /&gt;</description></item><item><dc:creator>mig14</dc:creator><title>I am....</title><link>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2007/09/12/151317.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 14:01:00 GMT</pubDate><guid>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2007/09/12/151317.aspx</guid><wfw:comment>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/151317.aspx</wfw:comment><comments>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/archive/2007/09/12/151317.aspx#Feedback</comments><slash:comments>14</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/comments/commentRss/151317.aspx</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/services/trackbacks/151317.aspx</trackback:ping><description>I am thinking about...How I have lots to do and no time to get it done. &lt;BR&gt;I said...I would enjoy this class.&lt;BR&gt;I want to...make these kids see that they don't have it so bad after all&lt;BR&gt;I wish...I had more hours in a day.&lt;BR&gt;I miss...Being a student.&lt;BR&gt;I hear...The movie in my room, plus the sniffles of the girls in class.  &lt;BR&gt;I wonder...if I'll sleep more than 5 hours tonight&lt;BR&gt;I regret...nothing, anymore&lt;BR&gt;I am...Exhausted but happy.&lt;BR&gt;I dance...Almost never. &lt;BR&gt;I sing...All the time, especially in the car&lt;BR&gt;I cry...When I'm mad.&lt;BR&gt;I am not always...a people person.&lt;BR&gt;I write...To express myself.&lt;BR&gt;I confuse...My passions with other people's passions.&lt;BR&gt;I need...To get more sleep and stop procrastinating.&lt;BR&gt;I should try...To get out more.&lt;BR&gt;I finish...the (official) day at 315 &lt;img src ="http://blogs.blogosphere.ca/mig14/aggbug/151317.aspx" width = "1" height = "1" /&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>