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When I began my Freshman year at the University of Hawaii at Manoa (UHM), I was scared. I wondered if I’d fit in. I wondered if I’d even be liked, since, most of my life, my classmates didn’t seem to like me much. I dormed in Hale Lokelani (a part of the Hale Aloha Towers)....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Admiration/789771"><title>You! My Blogit Readers and Commenters!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Admiration/789771</link><description>You guys are amazing! You lift me up when I am feeling down. You touch my heart with your comments and your support! There a simply no words that could adequately explain the joy you bring to my heart and to my life. 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