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My name’s Samantha, and I’m a Canadian girl who currently lives in France on a gap year. I’ll be starting college in the fall in Ontario and while I’ve loved the studyblr community from afar for years, I decided it was the right time to join. If nothing else you guys seem to be a welcoming and supportive group and I would love to be apart of that.

This blog is probably going to be lacking the typical #studyspo as I’m not in school at the moment, nor am I typically a neat studier haha. However I’m sure it’ll be filled to the brim with my mishaps and newest adventures. I’m excited to get started and can’t wait to get to know all of you so much

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