Personal Narrative: My Element Project

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If someone would have told me 5 years ago that I would be going to college to become a teacher I probably would have laughed right to their face. I have nothing against teachers it just never seemed like a career I would enjoy. I actually did not plan on going to college because I honestly had no idea what I would pursue in college. I did not make a final decision about my career path until my last year of high school. I just had too many things going on in my personal life to even think about my life after high school.
Ever since I was a child, I was always a little sheltered from the outside world. So, as you can imagine I did not have that many friends. I have always been a quiet person, I usually just kept to myself

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