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		<title>There is no remedy for love, but to love more</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am currently attempting to write a poem and it is completely unsuccessful, so thought that maybe I'd write a blog entry about the subject on which I'd like to write my poem and maybe I'd find something. 
The assignment is to write an allusion, a reference to art, history, literature, etc. For example, Robert Frosts' "Out! Out!" is an allusion to William Shakespeare's MacBeth, "out, out brief candle!... out, out damned spot!" 
The strangest thing about my lack of inspiration is that I chose to allude to my literature hero, who inspires me more than anything else; Henry David Thoreau. I'm in love with Henry David Thoreau. ]]></description>
		<link>http://sarahcherim.com/2007/12/there-is-no-remedy-for-love-but-to-love-more/</link>
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		<title>Sometimes change is good.</title>
		<description><![CDATA["There ain't no way to grow up that don't hurt. I know you're scared baby, whats not to be scared of. Sometimes, all you need is a change. Yeah, sometimes change is good."  ]]></description>
		<link>http://sarahcherim.com/2007/12/sometimes-change-is-good/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s no wonder Children have nightmares&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am curious to know who thought to tell children to "don't let the bed bugs bite." Don't kids have enough problems with the Boogey Man in their closet and the sandman under the bed?]]></description>
		<link>http://sarahcherim.com/2007/06/children-bed-bugs-bite/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s been too long.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Occasionally I find myself back at little old Nottingham School playing basketball, reminiscing, or an old Nottingham School favorite pastime: swinging. Whenever I hop on a swing the goal is always to get as high as possible, ever since I was little. The last time I was on a swing, I broke the cardinal rule: I looked down. I immediately had a flashback from the good old days when I would get as high as possible and then <em>jump.</em> I immediately thought to myself, "ow, ow, ow." Ignorance is bliss; when I was young, I was fearless. I could conquer anything. Regardless of my thirst for knowledge and experience, I miss ignorance. I miss the carefree bliss of being young; before you learn of the bad things that are happening in your world. Sometimes I like to forget; it's good for the soul. 
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		<link>http://sarahcherim.com/2007/06/nottingham-school-youth-bliss-ignorance/</link>
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		<title>My application for advanced placement english&#8230; fingers crossed!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday I was fourteen and walking through the lobby for the first time, when all of a sudden I am approaching my senior year and preparing for a whole new kind of freshman year. I learned very quickly that the rumors of how difficult junior year was supposed to be were true. Around Christmas vacation a friend joked that it seemed "everyone’s fashion sense went down the drain." Those girls who previously waltzed into the gym in the morning primped, groomed and in perfectly coordinated outfits now slowly made their way up the hill, bundled and comfortable, a warm thermos of coffee, the only accessory worth being bothered for in the morning. I was never one of those girls and I found it amusing that my sloppy style was finally "in."  This year has been stressful to say the least; the difficult workload and anticipation of graduation were only half the battle for me. I remember in the first few weeks of school that Ms. Squier warned her period one class that in the next year we may find ourselves a little sleep deprived. At the time I did not take her comment too seriously, but now that I am almost done with the year I figure that it is my duty to warn the sophomores; she was right.]]></description>
		<link>http://sarahcherim.com/2007/05/application/</link>
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		<title>A little kindness&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After spending an evening downtown, my mom and I stopped for gas before heading home. She had heard a rumor that gas was cheaper there, unfortunately, like many other rumors, this particular one that had potentially filled our hearts with joy (and our wallets) was simply not true. We stopped at the Exon station despite the disappointment and after much whining about my itchy throat my mom handed me a five dollar bill to buy a drink and of course a snickers for herself as well. ]]></description>
		<link>http://sarahcherim.com/2007/05/a-little-kindness/</link>
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		<title>Welcome to my dream!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[<img class="right" src="http://sarahcherim.com/wp-content/images/croppp.thumbnail.jpg" width="127" height="96" alt="" /> I am not superstitious or anything, but I must share my May 2007 horoscope: 

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"you'll be consumed with an amazing new idea that's going to transform your life. If you've been thinking about starting something online, like your own blog, now is the time to get on board. People actually want to hear what you have to say." 
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 I am completely serious; you can't write this stuff.]]></description>
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