<?xml version="1.0"?>
<rss version="2.0">
   <channel>
      <title>A New Perspective Collage by HS.Olivia Wudrick</title>
      <link>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw</link>
      <description>Made with joy</description>
      <language>en-us</language>
      <pubDate>2018-05-07 15:27:07 UTC</pubDate>
      <lastBuildDate>2026-03-19 16:52:04 UTC</lastBuildDate>
      <webMaster>hello@padlet.com</webMaster>
      <image>
         <url>https://padlet-assets.s3.amazonaws.com/icons/Simplehouse.png</url>
      </image>
      <item>
         <title>Lasagna</title>
         <author>OliviaW16</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258580108</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>I never understood why Connie was unimpressed with the lasagna that her mom made for supper. I could only dream of having&nbsp; a bite of something that smelled delicious. I was used to cold macaroni and cheese my siblings would leave for me, or I'd make frozen hamburger patties, fish sticks or even just a can of soup. </div>]]></description>
         <enclosure url="https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/40602363/df22ef8bdc26798c96101ded664e0de0/1382375902581.jpg" />
         <pubDate>2018-05-07 15:32:31 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258580108</guid>
      </item>
      <item>
         <title>Kindergarten</title>
         <author>OliviaW16</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258921572</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The day my mother walked me to kindergarten is one I will never ever forget. The sun was warm, and my hand was cradled in hers. </div>]]></description>
         <enclosure url="https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/40602363/fe2eb8881ff96091434eedd87e74a083/images.jpg" />
         <pubDate>2018-05-08 14:20:07 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258921572</guid>
      </item>
      <item>
         <title>Handouts</title>
         <author>OliviaW16</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258924965</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>When my teachers would give handouts, mine would end up in the trash by the end of the day. I felt robbed. Everyone else's mothers could interact with their daughter's and son's lives. For me, it was different. </div>]]></description>
         <enclosure url="https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/40602363/095ade628eaf5ee20d88edcdeeac9e41/peaceful_teacher_handing_out_sheets_classroom_42808334.jpg" />
         <pubDate>2018-05-08 14:25:49 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258924965</guid>
      </item>
      <item>
         <title>Birth</title>
         <author>OliviaW16</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258929120</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>My first birth brought a whole new perspective. I was able to hold him, brush his tears, and watch his first home run. This allowed for me to see that I was not the one who was cheated, but instead my mother. She was unable to share these moments due to rheumatoid arthritis. Rheumatoid arthritis cheated her. </div>]]></description>
         <enclosure url="https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/40602363/5526791b19a24a23e736cf3637f7ce13/images_1.jpg" />
         <pubDate>2018-05-08 14:32:33 UTC</pubDate>
         <guid>https://padlet.com/OliviaW16/88kycu6i1qvw/wish/258929120</guid>
      </item>
   </channel>
</rss>
