<?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-7646783327992252739</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:07:42.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camie 101</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-6847860630871325495</id><published>2008-12-09T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:55:49.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15. Yes it is finally over!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This blogg experance has not been a fun journey.  The marjority of the time I have forgotten that it was an assigment.  I suppose it was difficult because I apsolutly despise puting what I feel or think on the internet where the entire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;can read what I have said.  I understand that a persons oppion is important, but I personal do not enjoy having to write what I think every single week.  As a student at MC not much happens, so it is very diffcult some times to pull something out of your head that is interesting to post on this blogger site.  Though this was a difficult task some things that I wrote I did enjoy posting.  But over all I am so happy that this is my last entery and I will nver have to blogg again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-6847860630871325495?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/6847860630871325495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=6847860630871325495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/6847860630871325495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/6847860630871325495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/12/15-yes-it-is-finally-over.html' title='15. Yes it is finally over!!!'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-1079442838325695736</id><published>2008-11-08T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:38:12.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6. A Great weekend at MC</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been so much fun.  Thursday night we had Bear court which was interesting.  But it was fun to hang out with all my new sisters.  Friday night was mystery date.  We had to wear a guys tie and meet them in a certain place @ 8 o'clock.  I had no idea who my date was because I let one of my sisters choose him.  It ended up being David Parker which was the best date ever.  The event was held in down town Clinton with little lights guiding you to a band.  There were horse drawn carriages and The Aristocats (Disney Movie) was playing as we all mingled the night away.  In the end this weekend at MC has been great.  And I cannot wait until next years mystery date!!!!!!     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-1079442838325695736?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/1079442838325695736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=1079442838325695736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/1079442838325695736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/1079442838325695736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/11/6-great-weekend-at-mc.html' title='6. A Great weekend at MC'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-8438968461020856714</id><published>2008-11-02T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:30:50.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5. Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, sorry it has been a while since I have blogged.  This  week and weekend has been crazy.  The equestrian coach for Mc is moving to Tennessee and now we do not have a coach for the next semester.  So I decided to come home to Tupelo, Ms this weekend  and surprise my mom for her birthday.  Then I went to see the rest of my family and hang out with them.  Around 8 pm I left for Oxford and saw all my old friends for Halloween.  On Saturday I came back home and caught up on sleep.  And now it is Sunday and I am coming back to Mc. &lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a Happy Halloween.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-8438968461020856714?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/8438968461020856714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=8438968461020856714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/8438968461020856714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/8438968461020856714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-happy-halloween.html' title='5. Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-8488582124709227146</id><published>2008-09-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:30:28.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Rush Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This week was rush week, we participated in several events that helped us meet the different tribes and the different girls in them.  The theme this year was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The Wizard Of Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;On Monday and Tuesday nights we attended coke parties.  There we able to mingle with all the girls from each tribe, eat scrumptious snacks, and just hang out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Then came Skit night on Friday and Saturday.  All the tribes put on very creative plays for all us Freshman to enjoy.  But the catch was, we had to dress up as very interesting things for Skit night.  For example the first night was Laguna and Kissimee.  Laguna had us dress up as either a pirate or ninja.  I dressed up as a pirate.  Which is very easy to create.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;While Kissimee had us dress up as a shoe.  It is a lot more complex to come up with a shoe outfit.  Even though it was a hard outfit to create, I dressed up as Dorothy's right shoe and had a friend who dressed as her left shoe.  Once the Skits were over we danced the night away at the after party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Then on Saturday night we had  Swannanoa and Nenamoosha.  Swannanoa wanted us to dress as our favorite vegetable or like we were going on a hot date.  A friend and I decided to dress up like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; Two Peas in Pod.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Unfortunately, several other people had the same idea and we did not win the contest.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Finally, it was time for my favorite tribe Nenmoosha.  We were dress as dancers so I went as a hip hop dancer.  The weekend was great and I cannot wait until next year when I can be participate in rush as an active tribe member.               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-8488582124709227146?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/8488582124709227146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=8488582124709227146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/8488582124709227146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/8488582124709227146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-rush-week.html' title='4. Rush Week'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-5447910285022875169</id><published>2008-09-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:29:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. A Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been crazy.  Friday I had classes, practice with the Equestrian team, and then stayed out way too late with friends.  Which was so stupid of me because our first Equestrian horse show was this weekend and I had to be up at 6:00 A.M.  &lt;div&gt;Exhausted, I woke up and got ready for the show in my dorm; my roommate was not too happy hearing an alarm go off that early on a Saturday morning.  Of course I had not gathered anything together the night before, so I could not find anything that morning.  Which took me twice as long to get ready.  I then drove a 15 minute drive to the barn behind an old grandmama going 30 in a 45 zone.  Got there late, ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to find everything, and then waited for 5 hours until I actual showed!!!!  On top of all of this I had not eaten all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I was done showing, I ran to get something to eat and drink, came back to the dorm took a shower, and went to Quad to meet with our rush leader.  Somehow I got talked into going to the game, instead of coming back to my room and sleeping.  Which then led to getting something to eat, and going to 5th quarter.  Once that was over with we came back watched a movie, and again stayed up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today I only had to get up at 9:00 and go back out to the barn, and now plan on catching up on my lost sleep.             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-5447910285022875169?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/5447910285022875169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=5447910285022875169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/5447910285022875169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/5447910285022875169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-weekend-has-been-crazy.html' title='3. A Long Weekend'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-594601376711773278</id><published>2008-09-14T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:56:13.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. An Invasion Of Privacy.... A Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This past week seemed to drag on for a month.  Between all of the homework, tests, and reading, I was exhausted.  I decided to get away from MC and came home for the weekend. I live in Tupelo, Mississippi which is about a three hour drive from Clinton.  I left Friday afternoon and got home around three o'clock.  I unloaded my car and brought my luggage upstairs, only to find that my mother and sister had invaded my room.  I had heard rumors of this happening before, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; believed it would happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 18px; "&gt;I walked into my room to discover that I no longer had a bed.  Upon closer inspection, I realized that the bed was still there, but it was completely covered with their stuff.  I then traversed my way to the closet, dragging my stuffed bag behind me, and discovered that my mother has filled it with all of her out of season clothes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally I managed to cut a path to the bathroom.  I opened the door and to my relief everything seemed to be normal.  I decided to take a shower.  I went over to the storage closet in the bathroom to get a towel.  Keep in mind that I have only been away to school for two and a half weeks.  The closet was completely bare of any towels and was filled to capacity with my mother and sister's stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I confronted my mother about all the changes, she made no apology what so ever, and even stated that in three years my room would become the work out room............the horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Consider this a warning, the rumors are true, so brace yourself when you go home.  You may find that you no longer have a room - welcome to college.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-594601376711773278?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/594601376711773278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=594601376711773278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/594601376711773278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/594601376711773278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-invasion-of-privacy-warning.html' title='2. An Invasion Of Privacy.... A Warning'/><author><name>Camie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09471956932938221588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646783327992252739.post-2860660382584586032</id><published>2008-09-06T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:23:42.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1. First Day Of Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am so happy my first class did not start until noon.  While my roommate and suite mates are hurriedly getting ready for their eight o'clock classes, I lay fast asleep in my warm bed.  Around ten I decide to wake up and take a shower-first impressions are the most important.  As I wake up and put in my contacts, I find that the water is not working.  I figure that they are trying to fix something and the water will soon be running again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thirty minutes pass and still no water.  I begin to worry, so I call my mom and ask her what I should do. Her advice is to use the bottled water I bought the night before to wash my hair in the sink.  At least half of me will be clean.  As I begin to get everything ready to wash my hair in the sink, I decide to pray.  I ask God to please turn the water back on just for a couple of minutes, so I can at least wash my hair.  I even inform Him I will happily take a cold shower.  As I put my head over the sin, I decide to try the water one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I hold my breath, slowly turn the knob, and a miracle happens.  The water is flowing.  I jump in the shower only to find that the hot water is not working, but I do not care.  God answered my prayer and I was going to my first class clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646783327992252739-2860660382584586032?l=camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/feeds/2860660382584586032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646783327992252739&amp;postID=2860660382584586032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/2860660382584586032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646783327992252739/posts/default/2860660382584586032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiecrowe101j.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-first-day-of-class.html' title='1. 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