{"content":{"sharePage":{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34052658","dateCreated":"1297408990","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"taeyang","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/taeyang","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1223342653\/taeyang-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34052658"},"dateDigested":1531974105,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"BRIAN","description":"A little cute korean kid who is musically tanlented started to learn piano when he was 4 years old. He really liked to click the white, and black bars on the piano, even thought push that bars was a hard thing for him. Back then everything was a new fantastic world for him, because now he could talk with his new friend "Piano". He enjoyed the beautiful sound from that big instrument, even thought he didn't know what the sound, and pitch was. He just loved that friend.
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\nWhen he became 6 years old, he met a new friend that friend was as awesome as piano. That new friend is called "Violin". Violin gave him a diffrent music world than piano, because piano had a limited pitch and sound but Violin didn't. The body of the violin, and the bow was too big for him, so he couldn't even handle it, but he tried really hard to learn it. He had a hard time to get close with violin, everything he was learning was new for him, and when he leanred more and more he became a closer friend with violin.
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\nNow he is 16 year old, he still with his best friends, he has the biggest size of violin, and he has his own piano. Now he can play with those friends whenever he wants to, and when he is in sad mood, his friends sing sad melody also. When he is happy they sing in happy voice. Now they are really close friends. And will.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34078064","body":"Thanks Brian,
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\nGood work,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297447135","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34040826","dateCreated":"1297390042","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"jose_4595","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/jose_4595","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34040826"},"dateDigested":1531974105,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"jose rodriguez","description":"I remember when I was a little kid, how I used to play in the park. I loved to go there with my friends to play on the slides and swings. I remember feeling as I walked towards the park, when I felt a lot of happiness, especially once I saw it. I used to see huge castles where I could play in, or a spaceship that took me to the moon. I still remember how I felt when I jumped off the swings and felt that I was flying, or threw myself through the big red slide. I also remember how happy I was when I for the first time made it across the monkey bars without falling. The playground used to be a symbol for happiness. It used to be the place where I used to play with my friends and fall and scrape my knee or my arm.
\nNow I see the park as a boring and uncomfortable place to be in. I sometimes go with my two year old cousin to the park and barely fit in there, it hurts to go down the slide now because I\u2019m too tall for it. Even if I did fit in it, I just don\u2019t see it as a castle or a spaceship; I see it now as a bunch of bars and bridges that look like little houses because of the roof. Now I always want to be playing my Xbox, or watching TV, or using my phone, and listening to my iPod; I don\u2019t want to be outside anymore, I want to be inside as much as possible. Now the playground isn\u2019t all the amazing things it used to be, it is just something that I used to go to almost every day to have fun. Now when I do go outside, I go play soccer or basketball or football, sometimes I go swimming or to the beach, but I don\u2019t ever go to the park, because I fell that it is too boring now.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34077578","body":"Thanks Jose,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297446748","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34018842","dateCreated":"1297371304","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"SolSpier","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/SolSpier","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34018842"},"dateDigested":1531974105,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Sol Spier","description":" Perfectly curved, sleek, and soft, a world to be explored in the palm of my hand. That wine colored motorola pebble was a treasure of mine. My first phone. Full of games and entertainment, it gave me a false sense of maturity. Anywhere i went, my friends were just a phone call or text message away. I could go out alone, and my parents could reach me at my phone and stop worrying. At boring family dinners, my cell phone was my distraction. On sleepless nights when my parents made me go to bed, I had my phone to play with. When holding a little light under the covers in order to read a book failed, I always had my phone. Never would I have to feel alone again. My phone was my new best friend.
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\n As the years have passed, my feelings towards my cell phone have evolved from love to hate. The same things I loved about this little gadget are the things I now hate. When I want independence, my phone is there to remind me that I don't have it. I can be miles away from home, but my parents can call me anytime. I couldn't dare to switch it off, because as my mom says "I thought someone stole you!". I can be in the middle of nowhere, but I'm never alone. It's as if I'm carrying 50 people in my pocket, just waiting for one of them to pop up. My phone is atrocious. It's a monster that lever leaves me alone. It haunts me in the night and tries to vibrate it's way into my dreams.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34024046","body":"Thanks Sol,
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\nThis seems a bit short and under-developed.
\n I would like you to go back and make this a little more descriptive, please.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297376288","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34024074","body":"Write more like the first sentence.
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\nThanks","dateCreated":"1297376318","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"34018566","dateCreated":"1297371096","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"pprada","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/pprada","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1315457538\/pprada-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/34018566"},"dateDigested":1531974106,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Paula Prada :)","description":" When I was little I couldn\u2019t care less about my clothes. For me, I would get the comfiest clothes. Shopping would be so boring for me that when I went shopping and I found a pant that fit good on me, I would buy 10 of the same pants so I wouldn\u2019t have to go back to the mall. My closet would be mostly filled up with toys, and with very little clothes. My mom would go out and beg me to choose more clothes because she felt I was always dressed up sloppy, and ugly. My favorite shoes were my tennis shoes, which I would even wear with dresses and skirts. As long as I was happy I didn\u2019t care what people thought about my outfit. My mom would tell me I reminded her of a safe box, because only I understood the combination to what I was wearing. I would be happy by playing in the dirt, or jumping in the trampoline, or playing soccer, hide and seek, or any other game that would make my clothes sweaty and dirty. I would also dress the same every day. I would spent more than 1 minute deciding on what to wear. I would get the first shirt I saw, and the first pants I saw and I would put them on no matter if they combined or not.
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\nNow a day, I don\u2019t have space in my closet, and not because of the toys, but because of all of my clothes. When I go to the mall my mom begs for me to stop shopping, because I\u2019ve \u201c spent\u201d too much already. I love variety in my closet so I wouldn\u2019t buy two of the same ever. I replaced my comfy tennis shoes with my fashionable and uncomfortable high heels. I think I care too much about my appearance to wear in public what I used to wear 6 years ago. My closet has changed a lot since I was little, because I thought differently about clothes of what I think now. I take care of my clothes now, and I love making different outfits with my clothes.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34023936","body":"Paula,
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\n1) Can you find a better word than 'good' for this sentence: 'that fit good on me'
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\nCould you also go back and try to make this a little more descriptive pleas?
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297376167","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33971228","dateCreated":"1297308832","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"pjoaristi321","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/pjoaristi321","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33971228"},"dateDigested":1531974106,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Paulina Joaristi","description":"Grandpa\u2026 o how I remember those old times when you used to hold me tight by your side, tell me stories about your compelling past, and advise me on the complex world that awaited me once I grew older. It would be a world full of mystery, corruptness, dishonesty but at the same time good things that could fill me with joy. You always said life was a handful and that eventually I would learn to deal with it. You were distinguished by your many talents and the one person I could trust. I felt that I could put my life in your hands without a single worry. You were there during harsh times and good times; I had for you the kind of unconditional love only a granddaughter who sees nothing but a hero and role model in you can have. You were always right there next to me, making sure I wouldn\u2019t trip and fall into disgrace. You gave me strength that I could not see, but felt at all times.
\nWas I blind? Or was it just your love and support guiding me through life? I would describe you as my perfect hero only that this hero didn\u2019t visit my imagination from a comic book. There was no need to engulf myself in a world created inside my head. There were no explosions; car chases, or tight spandex, there was just life; Sunday lunches, and trips to the toy stores at the mall. And I loved it; in my eyes it couldn\u2019t have been more perfect.
\nLater on you left me\u2026 You were here in person, but your mind was somewhere else. Where did you go? Back to that compelling past? I wondered: wherever or whenever you were, did you create a world full of fast cars, poorly organized law enforcement and dangerous weapons? Whatever the circumstance, you were gone. How would I learn to stand up for myself? How would I learn all the other lessons I had yet to learn, if you had vanished? My memory of you was only a reflection of what you had taught me. You had given me what they call love, but did I understand the meaning of it?
\nMy definition of love had changed dramatically as I grew older and after you were gone. Love didn\u2019t mean monetary gain; it didn\u2019t mean a compilation of material items. Although I am ashamed to say, it did for a while, when I was younger and far more naive. Neither did it mean that my grandfather loved me more than another grandchild, just because some late summer afternoon he had bought me a shiny red balloon. When you left, it reformed my definition of love. I had completely misconceived this notion before. This is when I realized that love didn\u2019t mean \u201can intense feeling of deep affection\u201d as the dictionary said. It meant whatever you wanted it to mean. Even though you had left I loved you more than ever because I realized that unconditional love means, that you love someone for the simple fact that they exist.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34023712","body":"Don't worry Joaristi,
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\nThis is touching and well developed.
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\nWe'll look over it tomorrow.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297375916","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33968670","dateCreated":"1297305977","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"joseph86","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/joseph86","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33968670"},"dateDigested":1531974106,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"wiki","description":"As a young infant my only dream was to go out to lunch and slide, climb, run, laugh, in the place where imagination came to action and building a world of my own was not that far from reach, the playground. There imagination, and the real world mingled and playing and having fun were no option. I could imagine being a pirate and using the slide to dip into the chilly ocean water. Were I fell and tried to swim for my life and climb back into the woody ship. The stairs became the entrance to a magical place were as soon as I passed the threshold a sword appeared in my hand an I was rounded by dark trees, were light merely passed. I could feel the sensation of people watching me and suddenly my enemies surrounded me. I turned and look at my peers and they all knew what was going on, helping each other to survive in dark battlefield. Experiences when handling the wheel connected to this playground, became as real as diving you own car. I could see the road clearly beneath the wheels of my car. The sounds of the cars that I passed rumbled in my ear. All this became real once I saw and entered the playground.
\n As time passed and my lunches were no longer a time to imagine but an hour to socialize, the once cheerful place, became a dull shade of reality. Now once I slide were I used to dip into the cold ocean, I fall to the solid ground, leaving nothing but a small pain were I had fallen. The threshold to enter the magical forest became a plain entrance to a monotonous playground. Were once o drove my car to the highest speed, I just see a dull wheel hooked toe the solid green playground. I try to spin it nothing happens the wheel just","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34023500","body":"Joseph,
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\nPlease provide me with the definitions of 'where' and 'were'...
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\nI'm also waiting for the end... it seems to have been cut short a bit... it does seem a bit short in general, especially the second paragraph. This is probably some of the better work that you have done, however.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297375710","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34050952","body":"were comes from the verb to be
\nwhere is an adverb indicating location
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\nAs a young infant my only dream was to go out to lunch and slide, climb, run, laugh, in the place where imagination came to action and building a world of my own was not that far from reach, the playground. There imagination, and the real world mingled and playing and having fun were no option. I could imagine being a pirate and using the slide to dip into the chilly ocean water. Where I fell and tried to swim for my life and climb back into the woody ship. The stairs became the entrance to a magical place were as soon as I passed the threshold a sword appeared in my hand an I was rounded by dark trees, where light merely passed. I could feel the sensation of people watching me and suddenly my enemies surrounded me. I turned and look at my peers and they all knew what was going on, helping each other to survive in dark battlefield. Experiences when handling the wheel connected to this playground, became as real as diving you own car. I could see the road clearly beneath the wheels of my car. The sounds of the cars that I passed rumbled in my ear. All this became real once I saw and entered the playground.
\n As time passed and my lunches were no longer a time to imagine but an hour to socialize, the once cheerful place, became a dull shade of reality. Now once I slide where I used to dip into the cold ocean, I fall to the solid ground, leaving nothing but a small pain where I had fallen. The threshold to enter the magical forest became a plain entrance to a monotonous playground. Where once I drove my car to the highest speed, I just see a dull wheel hooked toe the solid green playground. I try to spin it nothing happens the wheel just spins. Once a familiar place for fun freezes and become frigid and tedious.","dateCreated":"1297402109","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"joseph86","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/joseph86","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34077974","body":"Much better, Joseph,
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297447064","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33962468","dateCreated":"1297300977","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"bibi_lamas","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/bibi_lamas","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1285202747\/bibi_lamas-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33962468"},"dateDigested":1531974107,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"bibi","description":"That immense white that trapped her was something out of this world, something surreal. If she could picture herself enclosed within pure, innocent existence, she would open her eyes and embrace the beauty that stood before her. Being surrounded by all this snow was something taken from a fairytale. This white coat that extended itself far beyond her reach sent a chill up my spine. It made her feel human, it made her feel mighty and she felt connected to everything else. She was a little child playing with my new toys. The world was her very own playground and she became more than herself. This was now the power of snow.
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\nAt first, she imagined snow as something rigid, something that resembled geometry. Chunks of water frozen to create this coat. She didn\u2019t quite understand its magnificence. She could say she was blind but then, she was able to see. Snow, at first, resembled the work of art of a small schoolboy, white all around, painted with the rage of a boy who can\u2019t handle painting along the lines. Snow was just a massive mess, a clutter of beauty gone wrong.
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\nAll of this was before she came in touch with this heavenly glitter, this godly possession and this privilege that would lift me up from the worn down routine of everyday. Snow felt so soft, it was cotton magnified to the epic world. Its softness was as tender as that of a motherly hug and as comforting as a warm kiss on the cheek. Snow no longer represented this rigid geometry but this perception had been replaced with this new outtake on nature. Snow was as beautiful as Aphrodite as the entire scene was truly god-like. It was not only so soft and serine, but it tasted delicious. It was like having a churches waiting to be prepared. So fluffy and cold, the sensation when snow-flakes fall on her tongue made her smile since it was an unexplainable rush of happiness and new feeling. You don\u2019t really know what await you till you experiment it.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34023260","body":"Nicely done, Bianca,
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\nI really liked your writing here: 'Snow, at first, resembled the work of art of a small schoolboy, white all around, painted with the rage of a boy who can\u2019t handle painting along the lines.'
\nWhat is the correct way to spell this word: 'serine'?
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\nThanks,
\n
\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297375456","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34031056","body":"serene","dateCreated":"1297382348","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"bibi_lamas","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/bibi_lamas","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1285202747\/bibi_lamas-lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34077502","body":"Thanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297446682","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33954040","dateCreated":"1297292982","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"negrasolano","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/negrasolano","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961550\/negrasolano-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33954040"},"dateDigested":1531974107,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"nicole solano","description":" It was just something to wear, to look nice,something that wouldn\u2019t make a difference to me..Fashion was not of my interest.Being young, the main desire of wearing dresses was to look or feel like a princess.When having to get dressed to go out with the family,taking that time to get dressed was a waste of time, so choosing whatever was in the closet would do it. Having to join my mom for a whole day of shopping, seeing astonishing,startling things to wear of every single designer you could ever imagine, would feel like a unprofitable thing to do.To contemplate the September issue of a 280 page Vogue magazine seem useless. It was just a magazine that will bring over 150 pictures that will tell me and the rest of the world what the new fashion for the fall would be, and that was not of my inquisitiveness.After all what was the point? I would see everything exactly the same.
\n Now 6 years later everything has change for me in that aspect.The word fashion isn\u2019t only a word, it\u2019s a world waiting to be explored and known.That September issue became my best friend, it became a book of knowledge for me.Shopping isn\u2019t a punishment, it\u2019s become a chance to see all of those astonishing,startling things that when put together would make my style.Yes, one can follow what the magazine show\u2019s you, but what it\u2019s more appreciated about fashion is the fact that you will create your own style, the one that when seen describes you.Having to get dressed to go out isn\u2019t as easy as to throw something on, it\u2019s a process that takes time,thinking,imagination,and creativity, to finally put the perfect outfit that will astonished you.A designer isn\u2019t just a random person that makes clothes or shoes. Each designer has a specific thing they design, and their own style, Christian Louboutin in my perspective is the person in this world that makes the single most outstanding shoes, the shoes that when seen, are noticed with their 5 inch thin heel, and their red sole, and their many colors on the outside.It isn\u2019t just money spent useless anymore, is money spent on things that mean a lot to me or to anybody else in the world that is as passionate for fashion.And after all the point was, that nothing was exactly the same.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"34023082","body":"Alright Nicole,
\n
\nLet's look at some of the grammatical issues here.
\n1) I want you to go back and fix all the problems with periods. There must be a space between each period and the first letter of the next sentence.
\n2) 'show's you'... what is the problem here?
\n3) 'but what it\u2019s more appreciated' not quite sure what you mean by this... can you fix it?
\n4) 'A designer isn\u2019t just a random person that makes clothes or shoes' Can you see the mistake here?
\n5) Please consider the way in which you used 'perspective' and 'inquisitiveness'.
\n6) 'isn\u2019t just money spent useless anymore'
\n7) 'And after all the point was, that nothing was exactly the same' Not quite sure what you mean here.
\n
\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297375291","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34036918","body":"It was just something to wear, to look nice,something that wouldn\u2019t make a difference to me. . Fashion was not of my interest. Being young, the main desire of wearing dresses was to look or feel like a princess. When having to get dressed to go out with the family,taking that time to get dressed was a waste of time, so choosing whatever was in the closet would do it. Having to join my mom for a whole day of shopping, seeing astonishing,startling things to wear of every single designer you could ever imagine, would feel like a unprofitable thing to do. To contemplate the September issue of a 280 page Vogue magazine seem useless. It was just a magazine that will bring over 150 pictures that will tell me and the rest of the world what the new fashion for the fall would be, and that was not of my interest, not even a little. After all what was the point? I would see everything exactly the same.
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\nNow 6 years later everything has change for me in that aspect. The word fashion isn\u2019t only a word, it\u2019s a world waiting to be explored and known. That September issue became my best friend, it became a book of knowledge for me. Shopping isn\u2019t a punishment, it\u2019s become a chance to see all of those astonishing,startling things that when put together would make my style. Yes, one can follow what the magazine shows you, but what you can appreciate the most of fashion is the fact that you will create your own style, the one that when seen describes you. Having to get dressed to go out isn\u2019t as easy as to throw something on, it\u2019s a process that takes time,thinking,imagination,and creativity, to finally put the perfect outfit that will astonished you. A designer isn\u2019t just a random person that designs clothes or shoes. Each designer has a specific thing they design, and their own style, Christian Louboutin in my point of view is the person in this world that makes the single most outstanding shoes, the shoes that when seen, are noticed with their 5 inch thin heel, and their red sole, and their many colors on the outside. Buying clothes and accessories and putting them together soon became my passion, it became way better than buying a barbie doll house.After meeting this new world,I realized that it was now impossible for me to see everything exactly the same.","dateCreated":"1297386915","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"negrasolano","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/negrasolano","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1222961550\/negrasolano-lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34077532","body":"Great,
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\nMuch better,
\n
\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297446714","smartDate":"Feb 11, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]},{"id":"33889806","dateCreated":"1297213323","smartDate":"Feb 8, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"meladovelado","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/meladovelado","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1317260331\/meladovelado-lg.jpg"},"monitored":false,"locked":false,"links":{"self":"https:\/\/davidgarethw-books-b.wikispaces.com\/share\/view\/33889806"},"dateDigested":1531974108,"startDate":null,"sharedType":"discussion","title":"Reponse Melanie Velado","description":"I remember when I played as a cashier with my pink Barbie Mc Donald\u2019s cash register. Putting prices on my kiddy plastic food, clothes, and gadgets was my obsession and daily routine. Managing money and using fake bills and coins was my daily game. The bills that I owned were universal. They came all the way from Bolivia, Guatemala, the United States, Europe, and South Africa. Of course it was playing money, you could tell by thinness and lightness of the bills. The coins were also light as feathers and smelled like plastic instead of copper. I loved feeling the crispy texture of the slender bill, and I was fascinated by the variety of colors of all of the bills. The smell of these 6 inch-long thin papers was absolutely indescribable; they smelled like glory. They were magnificent and beautiful. Every time my mom would give me real coins to play with, I cherished them because I loved having control over money, and knowing that the money wasn\u2019t a fantasy made me feel wealthy and rich.
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\nHowever, now that I\u2019m older, my synonym for money is the devil. Money is like God on earth, it has the power to make or break relationships between people. I no longer view money the way I used to a few years ago. When I had cash in my hands it was like if I was holding the world between my hands, but now I see that it\u2019s completely normal to have money, and that it isn\u2019t a big deal. It is truly sad and disappointing to know that people use currency to define them, instead of their talents, education, or their capabilities. Many people\u2019s happiness is now measured in the amount of money they have instead of their religious beliefs, family love, or health. Now that I this weapon in my hand, I have to be careful in how I manage it, and make sure that money is not the foundation of any type of relationship because it can have the power to destroy it.","replyPages":[{"page":0,"digests":[{"id":"33933964","body":"Melanie,
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\nThis is thoughtful and good, but I'm going to challenge you... I want you to keep the tone, the theme, the imagery, the style, but I would like you to take out all of the "I"s, "me"s,"mine"s, and "my"s (first-person, singular pronouns, in short). We already know who is writing it- Melanie Velado, and when you keep repeating the identity of the writer (yourself) it takes away the power and potency of both your style and your ideas.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297275395","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}},{"id":"33949426","body":"The little girl loved playing with her pink Barbie Mc Donald\u2019s cash register every single day. Putting prices on the kiddy plastic food, clothes, and gadgets was her obsession. Managing money and using fake bills and coins was considered her daily routine. The bills that she owned were universal, they represented regions from all over the globe. Those bills came all the way from Bolivia, Guatemala, the United States, Europe, and South Africa. Of course it was playing money, because of the thinness and lightness of the bills. The coins were also light as feathers and smelled like plastic, instead of copper. She adored feeling the crispy texture of the slender bill, and was fascinated by the variety of colors of all of the bills. The smell of these 6 inch-long thin papers was absolutely indescribable; they smelled like glory. They were magnificent and beautiful. Every time her mom would provide real coins to play with, she cherished them with all her heart because she loved having control over money. Knowing that the money wasn\u2019t a fantasy made her feel wealthy and rich.
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\nHowever, now that she\u2019s a grown woman, her definition money is hell. Money is like God on earth, it has the power to make or break relationships between people. This grown woman completely changed her perspective the past beloved bills. A few years ago, having cash in her hands was like holding the world between her fingers. Now she sees that having money isn\u2019t such a big deal\u2026it\u2019s completely normal. She believes that it\u2019s truly sad and disappointing to know that people use currency to define them, instead of their talents, education, or their capabilities. She has observed how people\u2019s happiness is now measured in the amount of money they have instead of their religious beliefs, family, love, or health. Now that she holds this weapon in her hand, she\u2019s more careful on how she manages the currency. She realized that money shouldn\u2019t be the foundation of any type of relationship, because it can have the power to destroy it.","dateCreated":"1297288351","smartDate":"Feb 9, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"meladovelado","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/meladovelado","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/pic\/1317260331\/meladovelado-lg.jpg"}},{"id":"34021996","body":"Great Melanie,
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\nBetter.
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\nThanks,
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\nWebster","dateCreated":"1297374218","smartDate":"Feb 10, 2011","userCreated":{"username":"davidgarethw","url":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/user\/view\/davidgarethw","imageUrl":"https:\/\/www.wikispaces.com\/i\/user_none_lg.jpg"}}],"more":0}]}],"more":false},"comments":[]},"http":{"code":200,"status":"OK"},"redirectUrl":null,"javascript":null,"notices":{"warning":[],"error":[],"info":[],"success":[]}}