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      <title>Emotion Detective by Lycia Rodrigues</title>
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      <description>Write a scene that shows an emotion without naming it. Your classmates will try to guess the emotion through the comments.</description>
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      <pubDate>2025-02-11 20:02:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Instructions</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ol><li><p>Create a new post</p></li><li><p>Write a short scene (2-3 paragraphs) that demonstrates a strong emotion WITHOUT explicitly naming the emotion</p></li><li><p>Your scene should use descriptive language, actions, and dialogue to convey the feeling</p></li><li><p>Read your classmates’ scenes and try to guess the emotion in the comments</p></li><li><p>Explain what details in the scene helped you identify the emotion</p></li></ol><p><br/></p><p><strong>Tips for success:</strong></p><ul><li><p>Focus on physical reactions (heart racing, hands shaking)</p></li><li><p>Include body language (crossed arms, slumped shoulders)</p></li><li><p>Describe facial expressions</p></li><li><p>Show through dialogue and actions</p></li><li><p>Use sensory details</p></li></ul>]]></description>
         <pubDate>2025-02-11 20:02:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>He sat with his shoulders low, his head down. He traced circles on the table with his finger. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, but his voice was shaky.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-12 17:59:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>She bounced on her toes, holding her phone tight. A big smile spread across her face as she read the message again. “No way,” she whispered.</title>
         <author>lyciawaykiwasi</author>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-12 18:00:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Circe&quot; by Madeline Miller</title>
         <author>lyciawaykiwasi</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3327825880</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"I yearned for voices, for footsteps in the hall. I wanted to see a face that was not my own. I stirred my hearth’s coals and watched them glow and fade, glow and fade, as if they were living things drawing breath. I spoke to them, but they did not answer."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-13 18:12:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&quot; by Roald Dahl</title>
         <author>lyciawaykiwasi</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3327827532</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><em>"Grandpa Joe’s mouth fell open. His eyes were as big as saucers. ‘It’s a Golden Ticket!’ he whispered. ‘You’ve found a Golden Ticket!’"</em></p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-13 18:13:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Winnie-the-Pooh&quot; by A.A. Milne</title>
         <author>lyciawaykiwasi</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3327828362</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his tail hanging down sadly, swishing this way and that, like it didn't really belong to him."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-13 18:14:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>La princesa y la arveja - Hans Christian Andersen</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3332834379</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><em>La búsqueda ha llegado a su fin! Si el destino me ha hecho una mala jugada, no ha querido que encuentre a mi princesa soñada, no me interpondré más y dejaré que el futuro siga su curso.</em></p><p>No hubo palabras de madre, asistentes, consejeros, familiares o amigos que hicieran echar para atrás tan tajante decisión y día tras día, el aburrimiento y la tristeza fueron tomándose el reino. Todo se volvió gris y opaco. Se adormecieron los sueños por cumplir y la esperanza en el reino se fue desvaneciendo en el lento transcurrir del tiempo y su andar.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-18 14:11:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>percy jackson</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The look on my mom’s face as she stood there, trapped, the minotaur’s horn inches from her… I wanted to shout, to run to her, but my feet were frozen. The world seemed to tilt, like the ground was giving way beneath me. My hands were shaking, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She was all I had, and the thought of losing her made the air feel too thick to breathe</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-18 14:14:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pinocho</title>
         <author>michellegrandez58</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3332839385</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>Y diciendo así, tomó el martillo de la mesa y lo empujó contra el muñeco de madera. Pero no llegó a dar en el blanco. El martillo, en efecto, pasó a un lado y fue a dar precisamente en la cabeza del Grillo Parlante. Pobre Grillo Parlante. Apenas tuvo aliento para hacer "cri-cri-cri" y después se quedó allí, aplastado contra la pared.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-18 14:15:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title></title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3332843008</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He has heard the word ‘Hogwarts’ before, and was skeptical. But there was something in the way the man spoke that made him feel like he was part of something special, something he had always longed for."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-18 14:17:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mulan </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3332860840</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><br/></p><p>A soft melody drifted through the air, and Mulan recognized her father's flute tune. Her heart swelled, memories flooding her mind – his gentle smile, comforting words, shared moments under this sky.</p><p>Eyes glistening, a single tear tracing her cheek, reflecting the moonlight like a tiny star. A bittersweet smile touched her lips as she whispered, "I miss you, Baba."</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-18 14:29:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Culpa Mia by Mercedes Ron </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/lyciawaykiwasi/olk2cdegd7kk5zi8/wish/3335995712</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>My mother didn't understand how hard all of this was for me. She was starting life with her new husband who supposedly loved her, but what about me? Since he gave me the news that we were going to leave, I felt a cold wind throughout my body, my voice and my eyes began to crystallize. I was paralyzed.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-20 13:30:37 UTC</pubDate>
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