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The World


I have always wished to see more of the world. The summer of '11 I saw Beijing I thank everyone who has helped me become more aware of the world. Today, I know that there are birds soaring in the schools of China. They will continue to strive towards their goals. They compete against their friends, family, neighbors, and strangers. They have learned more than I ever will learn but they have taught me something. Never Give Up Dreaming. Migrant families work hoping for a better future The parents work day and night to feed this idea. Students study day and night to grow this idea. The idea of socialism is not only gone from economics, but gone from politics. No one is equal. There's always one better than the other. However, the world shouldn't be like that. The constant fighting, competing, and denying is letting the world down. We need to come to a closer peace Education is key and it should be offered not only to the select few but the world of willing students.
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