Personal Narrative: My English Composition Classroom

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Managing to look confident in front of my uncle, I left the car in such royal manner. With my heart beating irrepressibly, I was entrancing to Miami Dade College in my first day of school. I sprinted though the hallways in constant search of a familiar face. Overwhelmed with curiosity, I checked every door I crossed in my path. I was an explorer but rather than searching for “The Fountain of Youth” like Ponce de Leon, I just wanted to find four numbers: 1103, my English Composition classroom. The challenge of remember three stairs, two right turns and a bathroom door to reach my classroom felt insurmountable. That was how I knew I had to do something to improve my odds of survive my freshman year. Planning my academic strategy, as my primary
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