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  <title>Comments on 'Seven Years of Servitude'</title>
  <subtitle>When you enter into grad school, what you&#8217;re basically doing is entering into a contract of indentured servitude. You exchange approximately seven years of your life in return for the promise of a doctorate. People did it in return for their passage to America, and now I&#8217;m doing it for the promise of the future. After all what&#8217;s seven years in the grand scheme of things?

Within the past seven years, I have graduated from high school and college. I have lived on the other side of the world, and seen things that most people can only dream of seeing. I&#8217;ve lost friends, and made friends that I know I could trust my life with. I&#8217;ve moved across the country, leaving everyone I know thousands of miles away. Watched my parents divorce and remarry, and my brother go off to college. I&#8217;ve had my heart broken and have since mended it. I&#8217;ve lived.

So even as I consign my life to academia for the next seven years, I know that this too will become a part of who I am. It's more than just an investment.

This is my life.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-11-27T00:12:26Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Seven Years of Servitude</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I agree with Fyora.  It&amp;#8217;s an interesting comparison to the indentured servitude that people entered into to make it to America, the land of promise.  &lt;br /&gt;My theory has always been to invest the time up front to increase odds of steady employment later.  Sure, life is a bit more demanding now with less freedom, but it&amp;#8217;s highly unlikely I&amp;#8217;ll ever be out of a job&amp;#8230;unless I do something stupid, of course.  Good luck on the doctorate!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-27T00:12:26Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Seven Years of Servitude</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This reads like the story of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; life. And I&amp;#8217;m completing a master&amp;#8217;s degree, not even a doctorate. So my hat&amp;#8217;s off to you. :-)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14681?basename=25349</id>
    <published>2007-11-26T22:53:41Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/asimon78</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Seven Years of Servitude</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow&amp;#8230;That&amp;#8217;s an interesting/great/fascinating way to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Just&amp;#8230;amazing.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-26T22:53:13Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Fyora Cartagan</name>
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