Personal Narrative: Who Am I Am

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Who am I? That is a very deep question. I think the only way I can answer that truthfully is by saying, I do not know exactly who I am, but I know who I want to become. I want to become a well rounded individual, someone who everyone likes and looks up too. I want to be someone my family can be proud of. I hope to one day be a wife and mother, showing my kids that hard work really does pay off. I am here at Elmira College to help me achieve those goals. I hope that here I can grow and strive to be a better person. I can tell you that I was born in the small town of Enfield, New York and moved to Lansing, New York at the age of five. This is where I have been for the last thirteen years.
I believe that one aspect of my life that describes who

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