<?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-8132498</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:52:32.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethani</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Bethani Chipman and I'm a second year liberal studies student here at EMCC. My e-mail address is lilangel_01@msn.com ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132498.post-109616975127632295</id><published>2004-09-16T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:35:51.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Person Graf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  As I quickly opened the tough wooden door to my dorm room at the comfort inn sometime in sept 2003 I remember it was then i met the love of my life.  My horrid roomate was sitting at a table right outside of our bedroom door with this guy with a shaved head and blonde prickle hairs.  His back towards me he looked pretty well built the kind of guy you'd consider a football player and she was tutoring him in math.  I introduced myself to him and when he looked up at me his bright green eyes just melted my heart.  He asked me to hang out later that evening and i accepted the invitation.  He was shy with not a whole lot to say.  He wasn't very open at all about telling me about his personal life.  I began to think he was strange and what in the world am i doing in this boys room.  It was then that his roomate stormed in the room a wild guy with lots of energy raring to go.  He entered the room and Jess then started to open right up like we'd known eachtoehr for years we just clicked.  Here we are a year later and we have the strongest friendship which has turned into an incredible relationship that I could never let slip from my hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132498-109616975127632295?l=bethanichipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/109616975127632295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132498&amp;postID=109616975127632295' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109616975127632295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109616975127632295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/2004/09/person-graf.html' title='Person Graf'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132498.post-109616684339271951</id><published>2004-09-15T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T22:47:23.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Graf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The most important object i own would have to be my car.  I just recently experienced what it was like to be without a vehicle.  On my way back from my boyfriends house one weekend in April the timing belt went in my car and ruined the motor.  I didn't realize exactly how bad it was to be without a vehicle.  I've had my license since i was 16 and am now 21 and had never been stranded without a car.  I was going to school and working and living off campus.  I began to not attend any of my classes because i had no way of getting to school and i couldn't enjoy my free time or go anywhere at all because i couldn't get anywhere.  When I finally was able to afford a new vehicle I realized how lucky I am to be able to have a car and everytime i see a college student on campus or at the motel without a ride i'm always offering to take them to where they need to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132498-109616684339271951?l=bethanichipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/109616684339271951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132498&amp;postID=109616684339271951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109616684339271951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109616684339271951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-graf.html' title='Things Graf'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132498.post-109579029680326029</id><published>2004-09-11T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:11:36.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique Graf</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've got a tattoo of a dolphin jumping a wave on my right ankle to me it sort of looks like a bowling ball... My favorite color is pink which isn't to hard to guess when you enter my bedroom at home pink just surrounds you to the point it could make someone else sick.  My car a Hyundai Accent is also a form of pink. I enjoy traveling. I lived in florida and go back once a year for 2 wks. I love bulldogs. I listen to country music constantly.  I drink tons of diet coke and eat ritz crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132498-109579029680326029?l=bethanichipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/109579029680326029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132498&amp;postID=109579029680326029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109579029680326029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109579029680326029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/2004/09/unique-graf.html' title='Unique Graf'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132498.post-109526250109322950</id><published>2004-09-07T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:35:01.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List and List graf</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of items currently on a bathroom sink in a motel dorm room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 poland spring sport water bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 dirty bowls stacked together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dirty cups stacked together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the cups is a dirty butter knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two make up bags one on each side of the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make up bag on the left side includes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a light pink avon lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonnebell clear lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blistick pro chapstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things of maybeline eye shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweezers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the make up bag on the right hand side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooth brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crest tube toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 O.P.I. nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Heres the Graf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world do these people have dirty dishes on their sink primarily used to brush teeth and get ready for work or school.  Do they really have no time between studying, school, work and spending time with friends not to pick up after themselves.  They must be fairly organized and clean to a point by the looks of how neatly arranged all these items were on the sink. Why don't they take the five minutes to run their cups and bowls through water and a soap wash.  I guess when your a college student you have no time to care what your room or let alone bathroom sink surroundings look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132498-109526250109322950?l=bethanichipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/109526250109322950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132498&amp;postID=109526250109322950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109526250109322950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109526250109322950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/2004/09/list-and-list-graf.html' title='List and List graf'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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-8132498.post-109417315547596298</id><published>2004-09-02T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:09:25.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst teacher</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of my junior year in high school, as I entered my Algebra 2 math class and saw the dreaded beast who was to be called Ms. Kazura. She had short gray hair, kind of a plump lady wearing a light blue turtle neck and dark green courdarouys. She also had Multiple sclorosis. I had been warned about her by friends who had had her in the past. As I stepped into the classroom to take a seat in one of the many empty chairs that were in the room, I heared a sqwak come from the mouth of the beast as I turned to look she was pointing a wooden walking cane at me screaming " You are late!". I turned to look at the clock and it was 1:29 pm class was to start at 1:30pm. I said "I'm sorry I didn't realize the time." She glared at me and yelled " You will stay after class for 10 mins", I nodded and continued to sit down. The next thing I remember is some other classmates in the back of the room shuffling through their folders and whispering to eachother. Ms. Kazura tried to capture their attention in a very frightening verbal way yet, they kept on doing what they were doing. She then got up out of her chair and started screaming as if she was a monster in a horror movie. She then went over to the left hand side of the room and started pulling down all the posters that were decorating the walls. Everyone in the classroom was in a rage of laughter thinking she sure is nuts. You could see in her eyes how much she wanted to hurt someone and then she kicked open the slightly shut door with her right leg. First day of school in math class and this is what we were taught. How to act inappropriate. There are many more stories about this teacher who no longer teaches anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132498-109417315547596298?l=bethanichipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/109417315547596298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132498&amp;postID=109417315547596298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109417315547596298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109417315547596298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-worst-teacher.html' title='My worst teacher'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132498.post-109388087933548686</id><published>2004-08-30T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:47:59.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My hands are tanned with acrylic finger nails in a french manicure.  It shows how much I enjoy being out in the sun during the summer. I have a scar on my left hand above the nuckle of my thumb from a pinching contest back in 2nd grade with other classmates on the bus ride home from school.  I have exima also on that left hand surrounding my ring finger.  On my right hand I have a piece of led stuck deep into my hand from a wild child in 4th grade who during a fit threw his pencil accross the room and it stuck into my hand.  I wear a watermelon turmoline in white gold on my right hand ring finger that my brother gave me for my 18th birthday.  I also have a little brown mole on the back of my thumb on the left hand and a little brown mole on the top of my right hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8132498-109388087933548686?l=bethanichipman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/feeds/109388087933548686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8132498&amp;postID=109388087933548686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109388087933548686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8132498/posts/default/109388087933548686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanichipman.blogspot.com/2004/08/hand-assignment.html' title='Hand Assignment'/><author><name>Bethani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16411569456729097382</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>
