Personal Narrative: My Son

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My son, Ben Rowe, has been in my life since I married his mother back in 2009. I am very proud to be his father and help to raise him to be the positive young man he is. I am confident that Ben would be a fantastic edition to the University of Denver.
Ben’s road to completing high school has been a wonderful process to experience with him. Our morning routine consisted of picking up bagels on the way to school and talking about the day before him. Ben maintains a high level of enthusiasm in his course work, even if it’s not material he is 100% interested in. He applies himself to the expectations of the course and drives himself to do his best.
Ben’s after school activities included badminton, ice hockey, guitar, volunteer work and part-time

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