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	<title>Comments on: Umphium Mai, Part Two: The English Immersion Program</title>
	<link>http://www.deafdc.com/blog/bobby-cox/2007-07-17/umphium-mai-part-two-english-immersion-program/</link>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:47:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Adam Stone</title>
		<link>http://www.deafdc.com/blog/bobby-cox/2007-07-17/umphium-mai-part-two-english-immersion-program/#comment-85634</link>
		<dc:creator>Adam Stone</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 19:27:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A quiet diginity is exactly what they had in that room, Bobby. It was the feeling of something small, yet intensely important. They know this is how they will be equipped with the tools to become tomorrow's liberators of their own people. It was a weighty ceremony, and so many moments I'd think grandly, but immediately return to the sight of the thatch roof above me, the all-devouring mud lying in repose mere feet away, and the simplicity of the ceremony before me. A teacher from Canada, another from the United Kingdom, probably younger than myself, all the students living in temporary-turned-permanent homes, the weight of the English books making the shelves to my left curve. 

Simple yet grand; far-reaching yet local.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A quiet diginity is exactly what they had in that room, Bobby. It was the feeling of something small, yet intensely important. They know this is how they will be equipped with the tools to become tomorrow&#8217;s liberators of their own people. It was a weighty ceremony, and so many moments I&#8217;d think grandly, but immediately return to the sight of the thatch roof above me, the all-devouring mud lying in repose mere feet away, and the simplicity of the ceremony before me. A teacher from Canada, another from the United Kingdom, probably younger than myself, all the students living in temporary-turned-permanent homes, the weight of the English books making the shelves to my left curve. </p>
<p>Simple yet grand; far-reaching yet local.</p>
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