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	<description>Deities.    Dogma.    Dating.    Diapers.</description>
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		<title>by: Allison</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2041</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 14:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>*shimmy shimmy shimmy*

sashay, skip, spin around

Here you go (handing Dorsey something cold and refreshing).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*shimmy shimmy shimmy*</p>
<p>sashay, skip, spin around</p>
<p>Here you go (handing Dorsey something cold and refreshing).
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		<title>by: Dorsey</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2039</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 14:05:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Ooohh, I think I just threw my hip out.

No problem. That'll me on the floor, doing jazz hands. Somebody get me a drink.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ooohh, I think I just threw my hip out.</p>
<p>No problem. That&#8217;ll me on the floor, doing jazz hands. Somebody get me a drink.
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		<title>by: Allison</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2034</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 20:25:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>&lt;b&gt;Dorsey &amp; Mermade&lt;/b&gt;: I'll put on the tunes.  Right now, I'm leaning toward Kirsti MacColl with a salsa feel and more than a little attitude.  Then again, IRL, I have Frank Sinatra on the stereo, so maybe I should just run with that.  Nah.  It's too tame.  Cubanisimo or the like would better suit my current mood.

&lt;b&gt;Amanda&lt;/b&gt;: I'm glad that this meant something to you.  What's weird is that halfway through that year in school, we transferred to another town, and in my new (public, rather than magnet) school, I made straight As without even breaking a sweat.  From then on, my confidence was set.

Still, I wish that I'd understood the value of being oneself at a younger age.  In a family of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.4temperaments.com/guardian.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt; parents...not so easy to do for an &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.4temperaments.com/idealist.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Idealist&lt;/a&gt; such as myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><b>Dorsey &#038; Mermade</b>: I&#8217;ll put on the tunes.  Right now, I&#8217;m leaning toward Kirsti MacColl with a salsa feel and more than a little attitude.  Then again, IRL, I have Frank Sinatra on the stereo, so maybe I should just run with that.  Nah.  It&#8217;s too tame.  Cubanisimo or the like would better suit my current mood.</p>
<p><b>Amanda</b>: I&#8217;m glad that this meant something to you.  What&#8217;s weird is that halfway through that year in school, we transferred to another town, and in my new (public, rather than magnet) school, I made straight As without even breaking a sweat.  From then on, my confidence was set.</p>
<p>Still, I wish that I&#8217;d understood the value of being oneself at a younger age.  In a family of <a href="http://www.4temperaments.com/guardian.html" rel="nofollow">Guardian</a> parents&#8230;not so easy to do for an <a href="http://www.4temperaments.com/idealist.html" rel="nofollow">Idealist</a> such as myself.
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		<title>by: Why Monday&#8217;s post didn&#8217;t surprise *me* at Oh, for the love of God&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2032</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 17:28:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] Like I wrote the other day, I was made to dance. If I&amp;#8217;d just remember that (and stop trying to run), I&amp;#8217;d be a much more relaxed human being, don&amp;#8217;tcha think? My feelings about Christianity are still rather ambivalent, but that doesn&amp;#8217;t change the message. Whether words like these come from God, from The Great Spirit, or merely from my higher self, they&amp;#8217;re just as meaningful to me. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Like I wrote the other day, I was made to dance. If I&#8217;d just remember that (and stop trying to run), I&#8217;d be a much more relaxed human being, don&#8217;tcha think? My feelings about Christianity are still rather ambivalent, but that doesn&#8217;t change the message. Whether words like these come from God, from The Great Spirit, or merely from my higher self, they&#8217;re just as meaningful to me. [&#8230;]
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		<title>by: Mermade</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2024</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 19:39:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>If only I had the right music...

:-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If only I had the right music&#8230;</p>
<p>:-)
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		<title>by: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2023</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 16:17:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2023</guid>
					<description>That is so very reminiscent of my grade school experience. I almost cried after I read it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is so very reminiscent of my grade school experience. I almost cried after I read it.
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		<title>by: dorsey</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2020</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 12:01:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Hell, yes.

I'm tired of running. I wanna dance, too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hell, yes.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m tired of running. I wanna dance, too.
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		<title>by: Allison</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2019</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 06:56:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>What's beautiful is that this wasn't where I expected the story to go at all.  I fully expected encouragement, tutoring...maybe a hand up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What&#8217;s beautiful is that this wasn&#8217;t where I expected the story to go at all.  I fully expected encouragement, tutoring&#8230;maybe a hand up.
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		<title>by: Mike</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/first-grade/#comment-2017</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I am astounded at how simple and profound this is. This is amazing. I think it could really be a completely new understanding of yourself in front of others. If you have let go of that pain and let the fear stay with the lie, you will probably find yourself making decisions based on truth instead of this lie that you will be dumped.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am astounded at how simple and profound this is. This is amazing. I think it could really be a completely new understanding of yourself in front of others. If you have let go of that pain and let the fear stay with the lie, you will probably find yourself making decisions based on truth instead of this lie that you will be dumped.
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