Personal Narrative: Moving Back Home

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I am petitioning for a retroactive withdrawal from spring semester 2016. During both the fall/2015 and spring/2016 I was asked to move back home to become the primary caretaker of my 92 year old grandmother who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease. Initially the routine was simple, school, work, and my grandmother. During the year while being the primary caretaker of my grandmother I was also working maintaining a twenty hour work schedule, which at the time seemed to work out for both myself and my family. Keeping up with the school work didn’t seem to be an issue until the work load from my course began to pile up, having to commit so much of my time to my grandmother as well as school and work was just too much for myself to keep up with. Although

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