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	<title>Comments on: First Day of School</title>
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		<title>By: LARRY711</title>
		<link>http://www.bronxbiblechurch.com/blog/first-day-of-school/comment-page-1/#comment-86</link>
		<dc:creator>LARRY711</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:05:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember my first day of school. During my toddler and pre-school years, my folks and all family had always called me &quot;Junnie&quot;. So.. I&#039;m sitting in the kindergarten class of Ms. Weinenberg and attendance is being taken. I hear &quot;Lawrence Hendricks&quot;... and I continue to wait for my name... then she calls the name again... and again, getting louder. I&#039;m looking around saying to myself &quot;wow... this lawrence guy must be deaf or something why doesn;t he just answer?&quot; I look at the teacher and she asks me why i&#039;m not answering to my name. I reply&quot; Well, my name sn&#039;t Lawrence: it&#039;s Junnie.&quot; I quickly learned that I had been decived by my own family for the first 5-years of my life. After school my mother asked ,incredulously,&quot;What&#039;s wrong with you that you don&#039;t know your own name???&quot; LOL...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember my first day of school. During my toddler and pre-school years, my folks and all family had always called me &#8220;Junnie&#8221;. So.. I&#8217;m sitting in the kindergarten class of Ms. Weinenberg and attendance is being taken. I hear &#8220;Lawrence Hendricks&#8221;&#8230; and I continue to wait for my name&#8230; then she calls the name again&#8230; and again, getting louder. I&#8217;m looking around saying to myself &#8220;wow&#8230; this lawrence guy must be deaf or something why doesn;t he just answer?&#8221; I look at the teacher and she asks me why i&#8217;m not answering to my name. I reply&#8221; Well, my name sn&#8217;t Lawrence: it&#8217;s Junnie.&#8221; I quickly learned that I had been decived by my own family for the first 5-years of my life. After school my mother asked ,incredulously,&#8221;What&#8217;s wrong with you that you don&#8217;t know your own name???&#8221; LOL&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Gathline Lecointe</title>
		<link>http://www.bronxbiblechurch.com/blog/first-day-of-school/comment-page-1/#comment-85</link>
		<dc:creator>Gathline Lecointe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can&#039;t remember my first day of school.  I lol reading Gail&#039;s own.</description>
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		<title>By: gail</title>
		<link>http://www.bronxbiblechurch.com/blog/first-day-of-school/comment-page-1/#comment-53</link>
		<dc:creator>gail</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 21:12:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember my first day of school.  I didn&#039;t get any sleep the night before.  My Mom had put curlers in the hair, the kind with the poky things to make them hold.  They held alright but they kept poking me all night long.  My curls only lasted until about 10:00 am anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember my first day of school.  I didn&#8217;t get any sleep the night before.  My Mom had put curlers in the hair, the kind with the poky things to make them hold.  They held alright but they kept poking me all night long.  My curls only lasted until about 10:00 am anyway.</p>
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