Personal Narrative-What SMI Means To Me

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What SMI Means to Me
I have been attending Saint Mary’s Institute since I was 3 years old. That's coming up on eleven years. I started back in early childhood. In my small eighth grade class of only 11 people, just 3 of us, including me, are still here from early childhood. As you can imagine, in eleven years of being here, many of my close friends have left. Especially in Fourth grade when out of nowhere, one of my close friends told me that he would be moving to California in a few months. One year later at the end of Fifth grade, three more of my friends told me that they would be leaving SMI. Though they may have left, I am still good friends with all four of them. Even though so many friends have left, SMI has brought me even closer to

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