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	<title>Comments on: The summer of Phil</title>
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		<title>By: AP</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 23:07:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Whoooo, that question has always left me completely and utterly stumped. The closest I ever got to answering it was when I graduated from high school, and my parents issued me the ultimatum of either moving out (yeah, just TRY living on minimum wage...better jobs were a rarity in the area I lived in at the time), or live at home and attend community college, since I sure couldn&#039;t afford a &quot;real&quot; school. Obviously, I picked the latter, and studied graphic design only because I had to pick something, and I can draw a little. Well, as you may know, that degree is pretty much nothing but an expensive poo-ticket, and the few classmates of mine who did manage to get in the door were only making two dollars more than me at Kinko&#039;s. Ooooh. So, since that failed experiment, I ended up moving out-of-state with my bf at the time (much to my parents&#039; dismay, despite the fact that they were constantly on my case to move out, even though I was working two jobs, and was never home), and I spent the next few years suffering through low-paying, dead-end jobs until I met my husband and got married. And wouldn&#039;t you know it, he doesn&#039;t know what he wants from life either, but at least his job pays enough to live on. Anyway, I don&#039;t really think that college is the answer for us, and neither of us seem to have very good luck in life, so I really don&#039;t want to chance owning a business. My inner gypsy is urging me to get debt-free, build a savings, and do an RV lifestyle, despite the &quot;doom and gloomers&quot; telling me to get land, since I&#039;ll be screwed if/when our economy collapses. Since it&#039;ll take us a while to get up to speed, I guess I&#039;ll just wait and see.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whoooo, that question has always left me completely and utterly stumped. The closest I ever got to answering it was when I graduated from high school, and my parents issued me the ultimatum of either moving out (yeah, just TRY living on minimum wage&#8230;better jobs were a rarity in the area I lived in at the time), or live at home and attend community college, since I sure couldn&#8217;t afford a &#8220;real&#8221; school. Obviously, I picked the latter, and studied graphic design only because I had to pick something, and I can draw a little. Well, as you may know, that degree is pretty much nothing but an expensive poo-ticket, and the few classmates of mine who did manage to get in the door were only making two dollars more than me at Kinko&#8217;s. Ooooh. So, since that failed experiment, I ended up moving out-of-state with my bf at the time (much to my parents&#8217; dismay, despite the fact that they were constantly on my case to move out, even though I was working two jobs, and was never home), and I spent the next few years suffering through low-paying, dead-end jobs until I met my husband and got married. And wouldn&#8217;t you know it, he doesn&#8217;t know what he wants from life either, but at least his job pays enough to live on. Anyway, I don&#8217;t really think that college is the answer for us, and neither of us seem to have very good luck in life, so I really don&#8217;t want to chance owning a business. My inner gypsy is urging me to get debt-free, build a savings, and do an RV lifestyle, despite the &#8220;doom and gloomers&#8221; telling me to get land, since I&#8217;ll be screwed if/when our economy collapses. Since it&#8217;ll take us a while to get up to speed, I guess I&#8217;ll just wait and see.</p>
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