On January 23rd, 2010, I used to be relaxing in a little, impeccably-clear classrom at Moorestown High School; surrounding me were people who have last titles for example Williams, Walt, Wright, Wilson, and White (I seated right in front of my twin brother, interestingly enough). As a result of discomfort in my remaining vision, I simply used my much-needed contact within my right; I blinked continuously when I lay there, pad at hand, waiting to begin the examination that could perform a substantial position in deciding where I would attend college. (mere…)
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