Personal Narrative: One Key, Different Types Of Doors

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One Key, Many Doors
You know the saying that talks about how we take things for granted and we don’t take the time to appreciate what we have? Is it just me or when you normally hear this saying, you don’t think much of it? Well, recently I came to realize how much I agree with this saying. It wasn’t till recently that I realized how much this saying was indeed true. The realization came to me through a small piece of cold metal which lives in my pocket. I came to realize, not only am I literally unlocking the door to my room with this key, but I have also unlocked the doors to many great opportunities that will further brighten my future. It is as if every time I slide the key into its place and twist to unlock the door, I am shining light
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When I was fresh out of high school, I applied to attend this school but unfortunately I was not accepted. When I found out, I was devastated and torn because, out of all the schools I applied to, this was my top choice. Even though, at the time I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to become in the future, I was certain it would be something in the science field, which was one of the top reasons among others why I was so infatuated with this University. To me, at the time it was either this school or no school. I mean, it isn’t far from home so all I had to do when I got home sick was hop on the train and be home in two hours. It was a perfect way of showing I was independent, while still being able to run home when I needed to turn back into a baby in my mother’s arms. I knew more than a hand full of people who attend this school, so it was like having a little of home here with me at school which would prevent me from getting too homesick. Not to also mention, this school is an academically prestigious school which offers many science related majors for me to choose …show more content…
At the time, I was so obsessed with this school, that I didn’t think there was any other school who could compete or even come close. When Fall approached I ended up attending a community college, humiliation and sorrow filled me when I found out that I would be going there due to my indecisiveness to pick another school. For me, there was no “choice”, there was only one school. Unfortunately, the school didn’t feel the same way about me as I did for it. Like a one side relationship, I was the only one who felt the love.
I was embarrassed when I first started attending the community college, and I felt as though I was still in high school because all I did was go to class and return back home day after day while my other friends were enjoying their college experience. Now, a year and a half later I have come to realize that there was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. While at the school, I met so many great, brilliant and ambitious minds. I came to be embarrassed not because I attended that school, but of myself for thinking less of a school just because it wasn’t the one I wanted to

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