<?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-16086472</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:47.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Through School</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16086472.post-113406928728090221</id><published>2005-12-08T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:10:28.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that blogging is a great way to express your self. I think that every class should blog because teens, be having alot on there mind. This is geat way to let it all out. As long as you don't get all personal with, like saying things that you are not suppose to be saying. You can also meet new people on line from blogging if they go onto your blog and read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-113406928728090221?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/113406928728090221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=113406928728090221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/113406928728090221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/113406928728090221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-that-blogging-is-great-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-113217004611411558</id><published>2005-11-16T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:04:02.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School Fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After lunch I got to fifth period . Before we go into the class we stand outside the door because everybody walks past there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Most of the time, fights go down right there in front of us. I think why are you fighting at school, knowing that you are going to get suspened or &lt;/em&gt;detention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say if you want to fight someone do not do it at school. No mater how much you want too you should just, try to avoid the person. When you fight at school you are only hurting your self. You don't come to school to fight, you come to get an education. Trying to act hard and talking back to teachers will get you know where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-113217004611411558?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/113217004611411558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=113217004611411558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/113217004611411558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/113217004611411558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/11/school-fights-after-lunch-i-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-113017872842196420</id><published>2005-10-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:26:01.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Darkness, by Lisa Plowman&lt;br /&gt;This was mostly about losing to depression. About how you was in a dark cave and something was eatting you alive. You tried to fight back but your were to waek. You were all alone in this one and no one could hear you cry, but then you start to see a light. You fight your way to get out of the cave with all of your strengh and you finally get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting Life, by Patrick Wallace&lt;br /&gt;This one was about you knwing that Heaven is in the sky our enen past the sky. You also know that moon and the stars also is up there still falling and crashing. When past by all of those obstacles you'll finally reached the promised land, which you will be granted Everlasting Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart's Desire, by Katherine Sudy&lt;br /&gt;This one was mostly about not being selfess. Do not be mean to people and try to help them out the best way that you can. Its is saying that you can not pretending that you do not see smething going wrong. You can not just walk away from the problem because you might regret what happens to the person that you didn't help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-113017872842196420?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/113017872842196420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=113017872842196420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/113017872842196420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/113017872842196420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/10/darkness-by-lisa-plowman-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112896898757947371</id><published>2005-10-10T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:29:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Screams Of the Volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(fiction/fantasy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This story was very interesting and I like would like to read another story wrote by this person. The story was about a person in a dream and before they went to sleep the drank some tobasco. When they went to sleep they started to dream about standing on a very tall volacno. The person that was on top of the volcano began to fall and while the person fell. He began to think about his friends being with him so that he could get a good laughin. Then he began to promise to everyone that he wouldn't this are do that as lone as he would survive the fall. He had no longer wish fro death , but he wished for life. At the end he promised never to drink tobasco before he went to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112896898757947371?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112896898757947371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112896898757947371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112896898757947371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112896898757947371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/10/screams-of-volcanofictionfantasy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112749944751135415</id><published>2005-09-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:43:06.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why your parents want let you grow up. They feel like they just have to make all of your decisions. I'm starting to get tire of them trying to make me do what they want me to do. I just wish sometimes that they would just leave me alone so that I can show them that I can make great decisions all on my own. Plus they need to let me make mistakes in order to learn from them. I know that they love me and all, but they got to let me leave the nest someday. By them making all my decisions is not preparing me for the real world. Another thing about parents is that they think know everything, like they can't ever be wrong. Its like they are machines and they act like tey have no errors, but they don't know how hard it is to be a teen these days. I try to tell them, but they just don't listen to me so they say the same things over and over. I'm just getting tired of it all I am saying is let me grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112749944751135415?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112749944751135415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112749944751135415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112749944751135415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112749944751135415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-know-why-your-parents-want-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112732739522801524</id><published>2005-09-21T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T11:05:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think that the hardset thing in a child's or student's life in school is getting to know new people. I know I hate it, still know I hate to get around people that I do not know. I get nervous and I be very quiet. For example when I go to play basketball at the park, I don't never really play the best that I can. The reason that I don't play the best that I can is because, I think they think that I can not play that good. Every once in a while I'll play for real if they make me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can still be a very hard in a students life. You have to leave all of your old friends behind just to meet some kids that may want to fight you. The whole surroundings change and you can't do nothing about it. You just have to go alone with, what your parents say,and it isn't nothing in the world that you can say to make them change there decision. Your parents just make your life that much harder. Thenyou want to say something, but you can't because if you do then, they'll think that you are talking back. Know you have to dill with people that yo don't want to get to know and you have to dill with what your parentsrules or they try to put you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112732739522801524?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112732739522801524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112732739522801524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112732739522801524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112732739522801524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-that-hardset-thing-in-childs.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112724130382348169</id><published>2005-09-20T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:35:03.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember when I first turned sixteen I thought that it was so cool. I thought that my parents will lighten up on me. Oh how I was wrong, They got even harder on me. When the summer came around they threw me out to the heat to find a job every day. It made me mad because I done filled out all the application around the area in which we stayed in. When my sister turned sixteen they didn't do anything about it. They didn't say anything to her about finding a job, and that just hurt me. It felt like they was picking on me. I was the only one they wasreally hard on, plus I two liitle brothers and they get away with murder. They let those kids run crazy all day and don't say nothing to them. Some times I feel like i'm not even apart of the family from the way they  treat me. I don't say nothing to no one about this because I have to be the one to do something about. The day I do it will feel like an angel has litfed me off my feet, but until they day i'm just going to have to do with until I move out on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112724130382348169?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112724130382348169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112724130382348169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112724130382348169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112724130382348169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-remember-when-i-first-turned-sixteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112655028521007222</id><published>2005-09-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:38:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember when I first went to the 1st grade. I was so excited because I was going to a new school. At this school I learned a song called Peanut butter &amp; Jelly. I use to love singing that song along with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that year I was put into a 2nd grade class. I didn't understand why I was put in that class,but I was excited because I was in the 1st grade. The teacher was giving us 2nd grade work. It wasn't that harder than the work I received in my old class. I pass that class with flying colors. The next year, I transferred to another school and was hoping to go to the third grade. It was very shocking when they told me that I had to go back to the second grade. That made me so made because I thought I just passed the that grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year I also planned to be a Boyscout, but the scout master said he wasn't accepting Tiger Scout this year. That whole year was just going terrible. It seemed like that year would never end, because the classes would go so slow all trough the year. There times I felt like dropping out of school, I didn't because I had so many friends. I was going to make sure I held on to my childhood as long as I could because you can't stay a kid forever. Its just not possible, you half to grow up some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112655028521007222?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112655028521007222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112655028521007222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112655028521007222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112655028521007222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-remember-when-i-first-went-to-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112629002421173490</id><published>2005-09-09T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:23:55.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember my 8th grade year like it was yesterday. That was my funniest year in middle school. It took two years to get to the top. When I finally got there, I thought It was going to be my funniest year. I not going to lie it was one of my hardiest years yet. I had the cooliest teacher up there in that whole school. His name was Mr. Fuche, and he tought me alot. He was my math teacher for two years, and the two years that I knew him made my life just that much funner. I was in math and science club that year. In scince club my project came in first place and in math club my project came in 3rd or 4th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to wonder how it would be so cool to be in the 8th grade. Its the 8th graders run the school. They was able to get away with what ever they did. When we got to 8th grade we wasn't able to get away with what they did there 8th grade year. Still in all it was very fun, I knew like almost everyone up there. I played basketball for them that year. I started as an small forward. I had the most blocks and steals that year. I wish that I could had never letf that school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112629002421173490?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112629002421173490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112629002421173490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112629002421173490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112629002421173490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-remember-my-8th-grade-year-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112603171643531014</id><published>2005-09-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:48:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that rule #1 is a real good rule. Accept I don't understand why we can not use our school names. Its not like someone is going to come looking for you. Rule number two is also agreed rule because you don't want people all up in your business. I think that three is real good because you wouldn't want to get anything started with someone. You never know what that person might have on you.#6 is a real important one also, because you don't know who is going to be reading this. You could be giving a person some information that they always wanted. The last three rules may be the most important rules ever. You shouldn't never get online saying dumb and using foul languages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112603171643531014?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112603171643531014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112603171643531014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112603171643531014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112603171643531014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-that-rule-1-is-real-good-rule.html' title=''/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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-16086472.post-112551329670518610</id><published>2005-08-31T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:12:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen Year</title><content type='html'>I remember it just like it was yesterday. My freshmen was year when it was first opened. That was my fuuniest year in high school. Every teacher I had that year was the coolest teacher at that school. When I got there for the first time I found my self being a little nervous. I say that because it is really hard to meet new people. Then they told us that we had to wear uniforms. I was very disappointed because I like to dress to impress. My gym claas was the best gym class that I ever had in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was thinking about playing basketball for  the school,but I had braids and you was not allowed to play basketball with long hair. They said that I had to cut my hair or I couldn't play and refused. I was young and stupid I could have had a bright future in that sport. Till this day I still play basketball every day in my back yard. Ithink that I had the funniest freshnen year out of all people. I wish I could stayed a freshmen sometimes, because we had so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16086472-112551329670518610?l=lilfred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/feeds/112551329670518610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16086472&amp;postID=112551329670518610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112551329670518610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16086472/posts/default/112551329670518610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilfred.blogspot.com/2005/08/freshmen-year.html' title='Freshmen Year'/><author><name>Lil'freddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431114172963946419</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></feed>
