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Personal Narrative: My First Day Of Track

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First day of track was not what i had pictured in my middle school years. There was concept i was never thought called hell week. Since moving to the united states i was always working hard to be on par with my classmates born to the united states. Lagging was not something i came to know and tried to stay away. If i saw something new my first reaction was to study it down until i couldn't put it back together. Not only the broken toy overflowing from my drawers but the concepts ideas and thoughts flowing every second of the day. “Soy un hombre” told my parents the incoming freshman that had enough energy to fuel the planet for millennia. Soccer And, cross country and decathalon and yearbook and any club i could put my hands on. “Solo tienes

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