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Have you ever moved in the middle of your eighth grade year? Has it been to a completely different state? That’s what I had to deal with less than a year ago and it was difficult. I left behind family and friends when we left to come here. Friendships were broken and even gained. My family and I were now separated by a state. It took two moving trucks, three cars, and about one day to get the main part of our house to our new home in Ohio. The first day of school was even difficult for me because everyone was different from the students at my old school, East Noble. Let’s just say that when I moved from Indiana, my life got really difficult. This was the most difficult thing that has ever happened in my life.
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