<?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-2917766419885309103</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:29:12.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Othello</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917766419885309103.post-3814084693494601406</id><published>2009-10-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:10:59.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM</title><content type='html'>Quote: "by heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it. Thou saidist-o, it comes o'er my memory" Page 173, Act 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By heaven&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would most gladly forgot it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That time.&lt;br /&gt;That one time.&lt;br /&gt;The time you were the meanest ever.&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou saidest&lt;/em&gt; you hated me.&lt;br /&gt;When I was not to be at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O, it comes o'er my memory&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;haunting me forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-3814084693494601406?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/3814084693494601406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/3814084693494601406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/3814084693494601406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem.html' title='POEM'/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-4017928133199807054</id><published>2009-09-26T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:41:33.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One time my opinion changed about one of my Jr. high math teachers because he was a really hard and strict teacher, but now I think of him as the best math teacher ever, because I always had a hard time in math but after his class I have never had trouble with math again. I hated him when I had him the first year but after I think he was the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-4017928133199807054?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/4017928133199807054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-time-my-opinion-changed-about-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/4017928133199807054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/4017928133199807054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-time-my-opinion-changed-about-one.html' title=''/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-8408480767613877399</id><published>2009-09-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:36:02.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied!</title><content type='html'>One time I lied to my parents about whether I had done my chores in the afternoon on the telephone. So I just ran around franticly and got them all done ten minuts before they got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-8408480767613877399?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/8408480767613877399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lied.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/8408480767613877399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/8408480767613877399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-lied.html' title='I lied!'/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-5249722223942724525</id><published>2009-09-26T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:30:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong impression</title><content type='html'>There was a teacher that I had in the 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, for a health class, and the second class of the year I was late due to locker problems. So I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Had&lt;/span&gt; arrived to class and the door was shut. So I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knocked&lt;/span&gt; and a student let me in, and she pointed to the door and had me go out in the hall with her. She pinned me up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agenst&lt;/span&gt; the wall and started lecturing me with a harsh tone. She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; that this better not ever happen again or there will be a punishment. I told her I was not the TYPE to be late and that I had never been late. So she listend to be and after that she has always liked me. The teacher is Mrs. Hood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-5249722223942724525?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/5249722223942724525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-impression.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/5249722223942724525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/5249722223942724525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-impression.html' title='wrong impression'/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-2172850162012744891</id><published>2009-09-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:55:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinquain</title><content type='html'>No Never&lt;br /&gt;They'll never last&lt;br /&gt;They will break up forever&lt;br /&gt;She will be mine in the end always&lt;br /&gt;Now mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-2172850162012744891?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/2172850162012744891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinquain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/2172850162012744891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/2172850162012744891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinquain.html' title='Cinquain'/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-6082104782675453204</id><published>2009-09-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:18:04.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the stupidest things I have ever done would have to be,the time I got so drunk I couldn't stand up........Just kidding, I don't drink. The stupidest thing would have to be the time I got up on the porch roof ties by a rope outside my bedroom window to clean the snow of the electric wires and the roof. It was stupid because the roof was covered with ice and the electric wires were very dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-6082104782675453204?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/6082104782675453204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-stupidest-things-i-have-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/6082104782675453204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/6082104782675453204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-of-stupidest-things-i-have-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-3560036949686953909</id><published>2009-09-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:08:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>statement: and huswives in your beds.&lt;br /&gt;This is a really rude statement. You should never call your wife a whor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-3560036949686953909?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/3560036949686953909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/statement-and-huswivesin-your-beds.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/3560036949686953909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/3560036949686953909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/statement-and-huswivesin-your-beds.html' title=''/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917766419885309103.post-8428458391833972877</id><published>2009-09-13T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:25:55.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHrMOsUvHFE/SrAwdHwkWxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5p-t7phuty0/s1600-h/images%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854831564839698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHrMOsUvHFE/SrAwdHwkWxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5p-t7phuty0/s320/images%5B8%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHrMOsUvHFE/SrAwPhLm0aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IGi0gjk0K3o/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381854597870965154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FHrMOsUvHFE/SrAwPhLm0aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IGi0gjk0K3o/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think for the rolls of Othello and Desdemona should be played by Rachel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt; and Will Smith, I know that this is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unusually&lt;/span&gt; odd pair, but I feel that Rachel does a good job playing roles of times past. Will because I think he is a good actor. &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/2917766419885309103-8428458391833972877?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/8428458391833972877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-for-rolls-of-othello-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/8428458391833972877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/8428458391833972877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-for-rolls-of-othello-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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/_FHrMOsUvHFE/SrAwdHwkWxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5p-t7phuty0/s72-c/images%5B8%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917766419885309103.post-41640742572670459</id><published>2009-09-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:08:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something you feal for another person with all your heart and soul. It is not jelousy, hurtful, or disrepectful but Caring, compassionate, and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-41640742572670459?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/41640742572670459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-something-you-feal-for-another.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/41640742572670459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/41640742572670459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-something-you-feal-for-another.html' title=''/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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-2917766419885309103.post-6640078639921322809</id><published>2009-09-03T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:18:02.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Shakespeare's Othello the color of your skin and who you are in society really matter. People shouldn't be judged by those factors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2917766419885309103-6640078639921322809?l=bbedard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/feeds/6640078639921322809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-shakespeares-othello-color-of-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/6640078639921322809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2917766419885309103/posts/default/6640078639921322809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbedard.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-shakespeares-othello-color-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>BBedard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328110948205200615</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></feed>
