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	<title>Comments on: The Obligatory College Post</title>
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	<description>casey peterson&#039;s life, in readers digest form</description>
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		<title>By: Hot Chrissy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Hot Chrissy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 13:02:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>emmmoooooooooo

i dread college and living without the providers

but then i look at my providers and dread being here any longer</description>
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<p>i dread college and living without the providers</p>
<p>but then i look at my providers and dread being here any longer</p>
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		<title>By: Angus Hill</title>
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		<dc:creator>Angus Hill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 20:49:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just take life one step at a time. These steps are usually my step from one meal to the next, and one nap to the next. It&#039;s a great system.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just take life one step at a time. These steps are usually my step from one meal to the next, and one nap to the next. It&#8217;s a great system.</p>
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		<title>By: Katie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 12:27:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You think that&#039;s bad? (It is.)

Try not being a student anymore. I keep getting excited about fall classes starting up soon. Except then I remember that I&#039;m not taking any. I wonder if my coworkers will do anything special for my last day. Except then I remember that I&#039;m not a summer intern. I have to stay. FOR THE REST OF MY ADULT LIFE.

Moving out of your parents&#039; house is damn weird. Worse is coming back for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Because it&#039;s not &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; house anymore. You don&#039;t quite feel at home. And your parents don&#039;t know how much they can tell you what to do anymore.

But at least not everything has changed. You&#039;re still a student. You go to class, you take tests, you hang out with friends and party. That&#039;s all fairly familiar. But then you graduate and everything is different.

It&#039;s trippy, to say least.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You think that&#8217;s bad? (It is.)</p>
<p>Try not being a student anymore. I keep getting excited about fall classes starting up soon. Except then I remember that I&#8217;m not taking any. I wonder if my coworkers will do anything special for my last day. Except then I remember that I&#8217;m not a summer intern. I have to stay. FOR THE REST OF MY ADULT LIFE.</p>
<p>Moving out of your parents&#8217; house is damn weird. Worse is coming back for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Because it&#8217;s not <em>your</em> house anymore. You don&#8217;t quite feel at home. And your parents don&#8217;t know how much they can tell you what to do anymore.</p>
<p>But at least not everything has changed. You&#8217;re still a student. You go to class, you take tests, you hang out with friends and party. That&#8217;s all fairly familiar. But then you graduate and everything is different.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s trippy, to say least.</p>
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