<?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-8754015971979615671</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:56:50.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>austinsstories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8754015971979615671.post-2795918357642060004</id><published>2009-06-18T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:08:41.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SmartBoard</title><content type='html'>Questions: SmartBoard is better then normal computer and i really like normal computers but smartboard is way better and that asuprised me alot because i only really like computers nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Reflection of the Year: This really helped me alot becasue at the starting i wasnt really doing good but i got better all becasue of the smartboard. I really like the smartboard becasue it is really fun and if people dont know how to work a computer they can use a smartboard becasue it is touch screen and you can recalibrate it to make it normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like:&lt;br /&gt;I like the smartboard how you can draw and erase on it and you can present easier but that is what i like and the fact that it is like a laptop touchscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-2795918357642060004?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2795918357642060004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=2795918357642060004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/2795918357642060004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/2795918357642060004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/smartboard.html' title='SmartBoard'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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-8754015971979615671.post-6014961238657020341</id><published>2009-01-16T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:46:49.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Christmas</title><content type='html'>The Best Christmas                  Final Draft         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark Christmas morning. My brother Turral woke up and then everyone else woke up and went into the living room. Then we saw a Xbox 360! We all were so excited. Then I opened a present from my Uncle and it was Call of Duty 5. I was so   overwhelmed because my brother Travis drove down on the 22nd. We all were very happy because we never saw Travis for 2 years. When we had our Christmas supper it was our family and my Auntie and her boyfriend and my baby cousin Taiga. But we all were quite sad because my Grandma was really sick. I wonder what Ill get next year?            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Austin Levesque  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               The End  &lt;br /&gt;Editors: Jacob, Jesse, Jenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-6014961238657020341?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6014961238657020341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=6014961238657020341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/6014961238657020341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/6014961238657020341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-christmas.html' title='The Best Christmas'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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-8754015971979615671.post-7632963817856168590</id><published>2008-12-09T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:28:32.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara</title><content type='html'>Barbara  &lt;br /&gt;We made these cubes out of rice paper and Barbara was making an olden day city out of them she went to schools to get the blocks. I thought I would see cubes made into towers and stuff. I saw it was made of like puzzles and the cubes all around it. I would give her a 5 out of 5.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Austin Levesque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-7632963817856168590?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7632963817856168590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=7632963817856168590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/7632963817856168590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/7632963817856168590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbara.html' title='Barbara'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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-8754015971979615671.post-4374898184817751085</id><published>2008-12-09T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:45:33.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Boyer</title><content type='html'>Bob Boyer&lt;br /&gt;Bob Boyer is a aboriginal painter. Bob Boyer didn’t want to be a painter he wanted to do something else but then his friends signed hum up for university and then Bob Boyer got a email saying that he has been accepted to university of Saskatchewan so he decided to go and he got a bachelor degree and worked at university of Saskatchewan. He was born in Prince Albert, Saskatchewan 20 July, 1948. He died in U.S.A: Nebraska, Macy, 30 August 2004. My favorite painting is the Small Sox issue because he is talking about all the people who died from it. The Small Pox was passed from the Europeans when the came to U.S.A. Small Pox is like chicken pox but I is blisters that make you very sick and can lead to death.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Austin Levesque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-4374898184817751085?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4374898184817751085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=4374898184817751085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/4374898184817751085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/4374898184817751085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/bob-boyer.html' title='Bob Boyer'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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-8754015971979615671.post-6934828331327466103</id><published>2008-11-20T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:17:54.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Youth Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYyQ_ZJe3t0/SSWbuXdjk0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VrC4PrFlCh0/s1600-h/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270790159781303106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UYyQ_ZJe3t0/SSWbuXdjk0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/VrC4PrFlCh0/s320/ballet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regina Youth Ballet&lt;br /&gt;Nov.19/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected to see lots of carrying and running but there was lots of running but we only saw one person get carried and that’s all I really expected to see but I liked it lots and I would’ve gave it 4/4 cause it was well performed. My favorite part was the seven dances pop, trance, trot, scurry, roll, dart, bounce I liked that part but y favorite part would be scurry. The music was good because it was nice and makes everyone be quiet and very calm and what I thought about it is it was something that I liked and I only like certain music but I thought that was good. There wasn’t lots of props there was a little stool but the costumes were from the 1800 and yeah that was my favorite costume. The lights were cool they were all different colors. What I didn’t like is the last performance because it was to long but I liked the performance. The last dance was a surprise because they were just laying there doing nothing and I thought that was the whole dance but when the music started they moved one by one up and down it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating****&lt;br /&gt;By: Austin Levesque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-6934828331327466103?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6934828331327466103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=6934828331327466103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/6934828331327466103'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>Fly's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fly's will swarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they will follow there food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go lay Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Austin Levesque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-2193046511994751950?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2193046511994751950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=2193046511994751950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/2193046511994751950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/2193046511994751950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/flys-flys-will-swarm-then-they-will.html' title='Haiku Poem'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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-8754015971979615671.post-8794618740327429553</id><published>2008-11-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:40:06.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut and Paste</title><content type='html'>School&lt;br /&gt;We'll start by asking you kazoo, oh i forgot to study ,ok ill ask scotty if he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Austin Levesque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Paste'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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-8754015971979615671.post-4041696646119154246</id><published>2008-11-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:16:01.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thief Who Wasn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYyQ_ZJe3t0/SSMGTyZl0vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaoBIcbRK4g/s1600-h/sadobnikov1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270062925970002674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UYyQ_ZJe3t0/SSMGTyZl0vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaoBIcbRK4g/s320/sadobnikov1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Thief Who Wasn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in 1840’s to 1841 there was a King and a Queen. They lived in Petersburg in&lt;br /&gt;1840 and they were particularly the owners of that land in 1840. In 1841 they lived in&lt;br /&gt;Russia as King and Queen. The King and Queen went to the store in a carriage and all the&lt;br /&gt;People came running to them and they wouldn’t stop talking. Then a couple minutes later&lt;br /&gt;A robber came running out of the store with things in his hands but the people were to&lt;br /&gt;Busy talking that they didn’t notice, so the King and Queen were the only ones that saw&lt;br /&gt;Him taking bandages and gauge and some tape the stuff. Then the King and Queen told&lt;br /&gt;The guy driving the carriage to follow that guy that is running away from the store, so&lt;br /&gt;they followed him all the way to the forest and they caught him doing something to&lt;br /&gt;A little boy with a burnt finger .Then they asked, “Is that your son?” he said “Yes!” “Oh,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why you came running out of the store, because you needed supplies to make your&lt;br /&gt;Son feel better, to make him in less pain?” The robber said “Yes, I don’t like my son to be hurt for all his life. “Well, ok but did you buy the supplies?” The guy said “Yes, but now I can’t afford food.”So they gave him two hundred dollars and that is lots in the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Austin Levesque&lt;br /&gt;Tanner Braden Caleb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8754015971979615671-4041696646119154246?l=austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4041696646119154246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8754015971979615671&amp;postID=4041696646119154246' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/4041696646119154246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8754015971979615671/posts/default/4041696646119154246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austintheamazingstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/thief-who-wasnt.html' title='The Thief Who Wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>austinsstories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861903226749191174</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/_UYyQ_ZJe3t0/SSMGTyZl0vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaoBIcbRK4g/s72-c/sadobnikov1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
