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August 2015, I entered college as a first-year student. My director suggested to not preoccupy myself in anything but my education. I agreed to focus on my studies, however, deep inside I knew that life was not that simple. Around that time, my parents informed me that we were going to lose our home. The first semester of college, I tried to follow the guidance of my advisor, to push everything aside and place my emphasis on my classes. I finished fall semester in high standings, and I thought that everything was going to be fine after that. Unfortunately, it did not turn out that way. At the end of spring semester, we had to move everything out of the old house. Again, trying to overcome the situation of leaving the home that I had lived for

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