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Imagine migrating to a new city, a bizarre place where people speak a different language. When I was seven years old, I moved from San Juan, Puerto Rico to Staten Island, New York. Right away I started the third grade, and quickly realized that in school no one spoke Spanish. This was a very traumatic experience because I could not communicante with my peers, or most importantly my teacher. Attempting to learn a totally different language at the age of seven was astonishing. This experience taught me how to learn quickly and adapt in tough situations. I didn’t let the language barrier define the type of student I was going to be. I was fearless and determined because I knew that I had the strength to overcome this challenge. As walked up

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