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Personal Narrative: Common Application
Common Application In 10th grade i had to go to summer school.I went to summer school for geometry.At the time i was so upset with myself.I felt like i let my mom and dad down.That summer I really didn't know if I would pass geometry.I was scared to start summer school because I was scared , I knew if I failed I would have to take it over again my junior year.I was disappointed in myself because I knew it was all my fault.I couldn't put the blame on any one else not my teachers,parents or friends.

When I started summer school I found out it wasn't as bad as people made it out to be.I saw a couple of people that I knew already.They ended up making it enjoyable.I found that the class itself was very easy.I realized at the moment

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