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	<description>Finding The Way as we habituate to the feeling of drowning</description>
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		<title>By: Pixie658</title>
		<link>http://gradtao.com/2011/07/24/ten-years-later/comment-page-1/#comment-10003</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 22:02:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks for your comment! You are right... they were just years. In some ways, each handful of years we live are like moments in and of themselves. The same things happens to me when I go back to that place. I am happy to be living my own life, doing so many more things with my life than I ever imagined! :)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for your comment! You are right&#8230; they were just years. In some ways, each handful of years we live are like moments in and of themselves. The same things happens to me when I go back to that place. I am happy to be living my own life, doing so many more things with my life than I ever imagined! <img src="http://gradtao.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/simple-smile.png" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" /></p>
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		<title>By: Terry</title>
		<link>http://gradtao.com/2011/07/24/ten-years-later/comment-page-1/#comment-9723</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 19:25:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first day of high school we were ushered into the auditorium for orientation.  Wide eyed and excited of the next 4 years of what I was sure was going to be filled with meeting fabulous people, experiencing fabulous things.  

One of the first things my principle said was &quot;The next four years will be the best four years of your life.&quot;

Not so much.  They were just years for me.  They always say high school is the best four years of your life.  Really?  I will live to be 60, 70, 80 years old and only four of them will be the best? 

When I go home to visit, I sometimes see someone from high school and they are usually living in their high school years.  So many shallow people, who are still this way.  I am glad I became so much more.

I think the best years are the years you move out on your own, explore life and yourself.  For me, that is never ending. 

Good Post, and site.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The first day of high school we were ushered into the auditorium for orientation.  Wide eyed and excited of the next 4 years of what I was sure was going to be filled with meeting fabulous people, experiencing fabulous things.  </p>
<p>One of the first things my principle said was &#8220;The next four years will be the best four years of your life.&#8221;</p>
<p>Not so much.  They were just years for me.  They always say high school is the best four years of your life.  Really?  I will live to be 60, 70, 80 years old and only four of them will be the best? </p>
<p>When I go home to visit, I sometimes see someone from high school and they are usually living in their high school years.  So many shallow people, who are still this way.  I am glad I became so much more.</p>
<p>I think the best years are the years you move out on your own, explore life and yourself.  For me, that is never ending. </p>
<p>Good Post, and site.</p>
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		<title>By: The Als Swap Blogs &#171; 20 something fierce</title>
		<link>http://gradtao.com/2011/07/24/ten-years-later/comment-page-1/#comment-6937</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 10:44:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] friend in town, two grad school friends’ weddings, a family reunion on my Dad’s side, and my ten year high school reunion. I also spent a lot of time with local friends going to the beach and happy hour and even the local [...]]]></description>
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