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February 11th, 1996, in the localized town of Spencer, West Virginia, a baby girl was brought into this world. Unaware of how cruel and vindictive the world truly is, she started her journey. Twenty-years later, here I am still trying to apprehend where I fit into this life. My family is of ample size, and most would consider us in the lower class. Throughout my adolescent years, my family relocated quite frequently. Over several years, I finally got interested in our history and government; Only then was I able to review the events in my short time here and genuinely materialize the effects they had on me. My childhood was spent regularly moving around in West Virginia and, for a brief time, Virginia. …show more content…

I have gained a basic knowledge of the United States’ history, but I cannot tell you where I was or what grade I was in. While in Virginia, I attended Woodrow Wilson Middle School. Out of all of the schools I can remember, this has and always will be my favorite. The education level was so advanced than what I was used to; I learned how to play the violin, took a civil liberties class, and was able to easily further my education. Sadly, something came up and we relocated back to West Virginia where I met my new stepfather …show more content…

During this busy time, Mark was my lifeline; he was always there to explain how things worked and to help me in history courses. During senior year I met my current fiancé, Brentton, a pipeliner; I moved in with him shortly after graduation. I jumped straight into college, quit one of my jobs (IGA), and moved to Ohio with Brentton. I was driving two hours each way to college and work; By the time I was through my first semester, I had exhausted my body both physically and mentally to the point I could no longer do anything. The duration of the next year was spent in a new town in Ohio working a new job (Clendening Marina). After a year off my path, I had to get back on track; My internal desire to succeed in life could not stand another day of procrastination. Consequently, we relocated to Texas and I needed to find a new college. No matter where I went, it was always a small community. My family never really contributed to the town because they knew we would not be there long enough to see any outcomes. The first time I contributed to society was while I was living in Virginia; My science teacher assisted me in donating homemade pies to the elderly, as well as donating basic supplies to the local homeless and less fortunate. I continue to view this as my opportunity to give back to society for all

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