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<channel><title>Crystalline Valley - anderson1</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/anderson1.html</link><description>anderson1</description><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 07:51:43 +0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title>Anderson - Round One</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/7/post/2008/02/first-post.html</link><comments>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/7/post/2008/02/first-post.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 09:43:56 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/7/post/2008/02/first-post.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/5897873.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> Zac was almost late his first day of school. And he came home with a C-. I wanted to reprimand him, but I knew he wouldn't listen, so I didn't.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a> [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/5897873.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> Zac was almost late his first day of school. And he came home with a C-. I wanted to reprimand him, but I knew he wouldn't listen, so I didn't.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8875119.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> He asked me if he could call in sick to work so he could study and work on homework. I was pleased that he was taking an initiative in improving his grades, so I let him skip work.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9498055.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/3981333.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/6664981.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> He didn't touch his schoolwork once.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/3871156.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> Why haven't you been doing your homework?<br /><STRONG>Zac:</STRONG> Um, because it's a waste of time?<br /><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> It is not! If'd you do your homework once in a while you wouldn't have such low grades!<br /><STRONG>Zac:</STRONG> Whatever.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/5616829.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG>&nbsp;I called Janine, my next door neighbor, and asked her for advice. She told me that her daughter, Emily, had excellent grades, and suggested that she come over and tutor him. </p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/4282523.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> The pair of them hit it off immediately, but I'm afraid Zac was more interested in flirting with her than studying.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/1659359.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> His grades did improve, though, and he was allowed to keep his job, though he didn't recieve any more promotions. I, on the other hand, got a couple promotions, until finally I was at the dead-end job of online movie critic. I quit my job and switched to the culinary field.&nbsp;Cooking was something I had grown to love, since I had been cooking meals for myself and Zac, and I felt I could earn promotions as quickly as I had before.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/2128656.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> Zac and I settled into a routine; he'd go to school in the morning, both of us would go to work that afternoon, then Zac would watch TV for an hour or so before starting his homework. I usually talked to him as I worked on my paintings, and I thought we were finally starting to get along.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/6697904.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Joshua:</STRONG> I thought so, until I tried to give him a hug and he pushed me away. Maybe winter will be better.</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
