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			<title><![CDATA[I'm Four Years Older, Yet I Haven't Aged a Day]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 22:16:00 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Today marks the day that I return to school as an undergrad.  Over the past six months, my perspective towards school has turned a complete one-eighty.  Originally, it was a simple obligation to fulfill the general expectations of me.  Then it was a source of all of my troubles, considering that my motivations for succeeding were coming from without.  Now, it serves not only as a career-builder, but also as a personal proving ground, giving me the opportunity to tie up loose ends.  

So now here I am, taking a course in the same classroom as I was in for my first class four years ago.  Looking around, I face a new set of challenges, most of them revolving around, "Is she legal?" and "Is she legal?"  My worries about looking out of place were assuaged later in the day, when someone asked me, "What are you, a freshman?  Sophomore?"  It's sometimes nice having youthful genes.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Today marks the day that I return to school as an undergrad.  Over the past six months, my perspective towards school has turned a complete one-eighty.  Originally, it was a simple obligation to fulfill the general expectations of me.  Then it was a source of all of my troubles, considering that my motivations for succeeding were coming from without.  Now, it serves not only as a career-builder, but also as a personal proving ground, giving me the opportunity to tie up loose ends.  <br />
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So now here I am, taking a course in the same classroom as I was in for my first class four years ago.  Looking around, I face a new set of challenges, most of them revolving around, &quot;Is she legal?&quot; and &quot;Is she legal?&quot;  My worries about looking out of place were assuaged later in the day, when someone asked me, &quot;What are you, a freshman?  Sophomore?&quot;  It's sometimes nice having youthful genes.</blockquote>

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