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		<title>By: Pretentious, Self-Righteous Essays &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Holidays</title>
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		<description>[...] In high school, I would always be sad after the end of each term. Either it was Christmas or it was Summer break, but whichever one it was, when it came, it meant that until classes resumed, I&#8217;d have no life.  Not that I had a life&#8230; School was my life.  It became clear to me after high school graduation that I invested way too much time in school and extra-curricular activities (such as Concert Band, Peer Ministry, Math League, math contest writing, etc&#8230;).  Nobody else cared.  I cared.  And when the school shut down, I shut down. [...]</description>
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		<description>[...] I miss Misfortunate, but I&#8217;m sure that a lot of it is because I&#8217;m remembering only the g... [...]</description>
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