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      <title>Perspective of developmental stages   by A&#39;ja Lucero</title>
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      <pubDate>2019-01-18 17:33:19 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Young adult</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Being a young adult is a transition from adolescence to adulthood. There are many things that can go wrong with young adults, for example the age of onset for many mental illnesses including, schizophrenia, Depression, Bipolar and many other disorders. Young adults often experience these thing because of hormonal imbalance and the stress of transitioning into adulthood. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-04 17:48:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Huli- Child</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Being a child in the Huli culture is full of freedom in the environment with the most harsh punishment being that of getting taken aside. As a child you slowly start the transition of following your parents or older siblings to do chores. There are many possibilities of things going wrong as a child in the Huli culture, one example of that would be a child becoming "possessed" by an evil spirit. The adults acknowledge the evil spirit when they start to see badness in their child. When such a thing happens the normality the child previously experienced is changed, now they must be separated and left alone or ignored and before long the parents hire a medium to "expel" the evil spirit. One the medium "fixes" the badness the child's life should go back to normal.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-05 17:23:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Kazakhs- Adult</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> An Adult is a human being who is fully grown and developed. In Kazakhstan, adult males are represented in power by their cultural symbols. They are respected, especially the elder men. An adult male in the house hold are considered the dominant figure. For an adult female, after marriage they will clean and take care of house holds. Both adult male and female are highly educated. In Kazakhs culture, they will be use to moving a lot since they are nomadic.<br><br>It is against their culture to marry any person that is related to your family. like you great great grandma. In fact it is forbidden! If you do marry a person who is related to your family, you are disrespecting your culture and family. They will be so called a "disgrace". That is why it is so uncommon.<br>- By</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-05 17:33:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>The clock was screaming at me once again. <em>Beep Beep Beep. </em>The first thought that came to my mind when i woke was not food, or my family living two hundred and sixty two hours away. No it was only one word; “They are here" Every morning its something different. Yesterday it was only a number, the number two hundred and sixty two, over and over and over. It was so blaring it felt so real that i could almost taste it. It was so consuming that it felt like i could really hear it, like god wanted me too feel the agony that i placed upon by parents by leaving them so coldly.  I roll over onto the left side of the bed to look at my wooden antic analog clock. 1:04 am, Again. Tears begin to drip down my puffy eyes, landing on the bed sheets, the blue fabric absorbing them. My head is spinning, my breath becomes fast and my heart beats rapidly, it wants to be let free. I can’t see around the room without my glasses on, but i know that i have to run. I have to leave before something happens, but my limbs won't move. I am stuck in a fetal position my mind racing, the temperature of the room going up and down. Every morning i have to remind myself, analog clocks don’t have alarms. My morning routine has left me exhausted. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-06 17:36:24 UTC</pubDate>
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