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Personal Narrative: Growing Up In The Bitterroot Valley

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Growing up in the Bitterroot Valley I have been surrounded by farms and I have been friends with many people who live on farms. I love being outside and growing things and I think NMH would be foster that. Another of my criteria was a strong volleyball program and after watching a few games I can see that the team is very skilled. I was able to be part of a very successful team this year and I want to experience that again and again.

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