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Personal Narrative: I Am On My Road
I am currently a sophomore at Northwest Vista College, I am perusing a bachelors in biology and will graduate with my associates this fall. My road has not been easy to say the least. I am a full time student as well as a full time employee. To contribute to my hectic schedule I am also facing some hardships with my health. My health did make school more difficult to maintain and in the end my health issues force me to take some time off of school. However, I am on the road to recovery and ready to further my education. I am positive that my perseverance and diligence will help me in my road earning my degree and my hardships did act as speed bump, but it made me stronger in the
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