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Personal Narrative: My Ethnography

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I am an algebra and geometry tutor in my hometown during the summer. I also volunteer at the Maryland food bank during breaks. In Sewanee, I have participated in civic engagement as part of the African American Alliance and the Hispanic Organization for Latino Awareness. As part of my fraternity "Gamma Sigma Phi," I volunteered in community activities and fundraisers for breast cancer awareness, Sewanee elementary, and Haven for

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