<?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-10530349</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:09.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stromanjason.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10530349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stromanjason.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stroman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609678078602681403</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10530349.post-110736657797903114</id><published>2005-02-02T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:52:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yellow Wall Paper</title><content type='html'>The Yellow Wall paper is about women who is suffering from postpartum depression.  Her husband a notable physician instructs her not to write (something she loves), and stay in bed all day.  &lt;br /&gt;The Women was confined to the nursery, and felt restricted from its yellow walls.  She starts becoming delusional and is soon afraid of her own husband.  Day and night she is shackled to the bed.  Hands shaking, mind lost, she crailzy tears at the yellow paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10530349-110736657797903114?l=iupengl121-stromanjason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stromanjason.blogspot.com/feeds/110736657797903114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10530349&amp;postID=110736657797903114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10530349/posts/default/110736657797903114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10530349/posts/default/110736657797903114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stromanjason.blogspot.com/2005/02/yellow-wall-paper.html' title='The Yellow Wall Paper'/><author><name>stroman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10609678078602681403</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10530349.post-110736404102548210</id><published>2005-02-02T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T09:07:21.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Douglas</title><content type='html'>The novel Frederic Douglas illustrated the horrors of what it was like to be a slave in the 1800’s. Frederic Douglas is the definition of the self made man. Born into a of life slavery he had to teach himself how to read and write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in everything. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of the wretched conditions. I saw nothing without seeing it. I heard nothing without hearing it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas is referring to the horrors of knowing that a free world exists, but is shackled in the links of slavery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He conistan drive for knowlege freed himself. 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