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	<title>Comments on: High School Reunions</title>
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		<title>By: Michelle</title>
		<link>http://footprintsaustralia.com/blog/2010/03/08/high-school-reunions/comment-page-1/#comment-810</link>
		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 12:47:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post - didnt enjoy school much - so don&#039;t have any desire to go to reunions.

I do love your last paragraph here. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great post &#8211; didnt enjoy school much &#8211; so don&#8217;t have any desire to go to reunions.</p>
<p>I do love your last paragraph here. <img src='http://footprintsaustralia.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Ken Rolph</title>
		<link>http://footprintsaustralia.com/blog/2010/03/08/high-school-reunions/comment-page-1/#comment-805</link>
		<dc:creator>Ken Rolph</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 20:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The way the school catchment areas worked out, I went to a primary school to the east of my house and a high school to the west of my house. So I didn&#039;t have any other students who went with me. After high school I went to a university where none of my high school students also went. So there was not a lot of continuity at the school level. I don&#039;t even know if the high school has a reunion. I don&#039;t think they did have a tradition of high school reunions in those days. Because it was the sixties I suspect there would be few of my vintage turn up now.

My life resembles a necklace of beads. It is a succession of self-contained episodes. The string connecting them just seems to be me and family. An interesting aspect of modern life. I suspect I&#039;m looking at a future where I end up in some retirement place surrounded by people I&#039;ve never met before.

I suppose I can watch all those movies where people work out their lifelong entanglements with each other and come to some kind of resolution.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The way the school catchment areas worked out, I went to a primary school to the east of my house and a high school to the west of my house. So I didn&#8217;t have any other students who went with me. After high school I went to a university where none of my high school students also went. So there was not a lot of continuity at the school level. I don&#8217;t even know if the high school has a reunion. I don&#8217;t think they did have a tradition of high school reunions in those days. Because it was the sixties I suspect there would be few of my vintage turn up now.</p>
<p>My life resembles a necklace of beads. It is a succession of self-contained episodes. The string connecting them just seems to be me and family. An interesting aspect of modern life. I suspect I&#8217;m looking at a future where I end up in some retirement place surrounded by people I&#8217;ve never met before.</p>
<p>I suppose I can watch all those movies where people work out their lifelong entanglements with each other and come to some kind of resolution.</p>
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		<title>By: Lindy Lane</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lindy Lane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 22:19:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a great article and a gorgeous photo.   I would love to go to a school reunion.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a great article and a gorgeous photo.   I would love to go to a school reunion.</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 03:23:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely sentiment. I&#039;ve never been to a school reunion.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely sentiment. I&#8217;ve never been to a school reunion.</p>
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