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“Education In My Eyes”


Through the week every morning I walk up to these big grey doors. A place I kind of call home I go here for 180 days. I’m here in this building to get an education. It’s up to me if I want to make it in this place. In a class full of students some sleep others eager to learn. I’m the one in the back eager to learn something new. After school my learning doesn’t stop yet I’m heading to the library to read a book. When I get home I study or if there’s tutoring at school I go there if I need help. There is an education for everyone so please take it and go far.
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wonderpie

I love writing it is just the best way I can express myself. A really nice person to get along with, just trying to come out of my shell more.

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