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Personal Narrative: My Growing Up In Public Schools
I have been at St. Margaret School for 9 years. In these 9 years, not only did I grow academically, but also spiritually. I was taught to love my friends, family, myself, and my enemies. I was also taught to respect God’s creations and all the things around me.

Growing up in a Catholic School was not always easy. I often felt trapped because we did not have as much freedom as the kids who went to a public school. The children who previously went to public schools spoke about how much freedom they had and the things they were able to experience, and I can honestly say that I was jealous. I thought that having a great amount of freedom was mandatory in order for me to have fun, but then in the 5th grade, I began to get in trouble. Getting
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