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					<description><![CDATA[here&#039;s how I remember my first day.&lt;br/&gt;for some reason, I didn&#039;t go up to the school until the following day after most of the other kids that I was with went up.&lt;br/&gt;the first thing I saw was the down field, and it was nothing but dirt. I had been imagining the lush green lawns and horses, just as I had been told the school was like. It wasn&#039;t like that at all.&lt;br/&gt;I then was told that there was no more room in the dorms for me and so didn&#039;t have a bed or anything. I had to spend my first night there in my older sister&#039;s dorm, sharing her bed. she had been up at the school a day or so before me and already knew all the ropes.&lt;br/&gt;she didn&#039;t hesitate to tell me promptly as soon as it was dark that the school was haunted.&lt;br/&gt;so, now I had no dorm and was immediately scared of the ghosts.&lt;br/&gt;thanks alot!&lt;br/&gt;then the next day, since there was no more room in any of the dorms, I was put in a small room with a few other girls in the boys dorm. with the worst matron.&lt;br/&gt;she caned me once simply for wanting to leave the dorm one afternoon--that might have been my first caning, I don&#039;t remember.&lt;br/&gt;so, needless to say, my dreams of riding horses on the lush lawns were instantly dashed and the harsh realities were set for me on that first day.&lt;br/&gt;it sucked!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>here&#8217;s how I remember my first day.<br />for some reason, I didn&#8217;t go up to the school until the following day after most of the other kids that I was with went up.<br />the first thing I saw was the down field, and it was nothing but dirt. I had been imagining the lush green lawns and horses, just as I had been told the school was like. It wasn&#8217;t like that at all.<br />I then was told that there was no more room in the dorms for me and so didn&#8217;t have a bed or anything. I had to spend my first night there in my older sister&#8217;s dorm, sharing her bed. she had been up at the school a day or so before me and already knew all the ropes.<br />she didn&#8217;t hesitate to tell me promptly as soon as it was dark that the school was haunted.<br />so, now I had no dorm and was immediately scared of the ghosts.<br />thanks alot!<br />then the next day, since there was no more room in any of the dorms, I was put in a small room with a few other girls in the boys dorm. with the worst matron.<br />she caned me once simply for wanting to leave the dorm one afternoon&#8211;that might have been my first caning, I don&#8217;t remember.<br />so, needless to say, my dreams of riding horses on the lush lawns were instantly dashed and the harsh realities were set for me on that first day.<br />it sucked!</p>
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