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I remember my first semester. It was hard. Don't care to relive that time again.
posted by
Annicita
on September 9, 2022 at 6:55 AM
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I noticed pretty quickly, the ranks for first year were thinner after first simester. I didn't let it worry me though; Life had given me a second chance at academia and a job I knew I would love at the end.
posted by
Kabu
on August 30, 2022 at 4:00 PM
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Yes I remember when I was enlisted we had to do two years service.
As far as I can remember one was in a kind of semi shock being shouted at and
marching up and down. Having ones head shaved was pretty drastic.I hope I don't
dream about it tonight 
posted by
C_C_T
on August 30, 2022 at 9:43 AM
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What a great post. You have definitely nailed it.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 30, 2022 at 9:39 AM
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Good morning
Drama is the perfect word to describe this period in a child's life. Your post is totally on point. Growing up is one of the hardest things that a child faces when that time comes. I remember going through it and although it was an exciting part of my life, I had never been more scared. Knowing that I could go back and get help from my parents gave me a feeling of security, but my newly found adult side didn't want to. I guess this is where we find those big girl panties and pull them up.
posted by
Sherri_G
on August 30, 2022 at 8:42 AM
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Good Morning
Pat, this post is so to the point about kids leaving home. I was very sad when my kids left home but I think it really was harder on them. They were used to home and all that meant and for it to suddenly be gone was a shock. My middle son and all his buddies from school rented a big old house. They were all looking forward to it. They were all assigned chores and 1 day a week was my son's turn. When he would go to the kitchen to do dishes there were so many that he was not a happy camper. By the time it was all said and done he came home every weekend without fail. I think he was glad when that first year was over. The high point for him was math. I don't know what class it was but I know he was in an honor's class. It was the highest class he could take in math. He would work the problems from the top of the page to the bottom and he never got one wrong. He loved it. The first time I saw one of his papers I was shocked, to say the least. He did not get his math skills from his mother.
posted by
Goldiec
on August 30, 2022 at 7:15 AM
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