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Personal Narrative: My Vision Of America

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My vision of America is that the school system would change, things would be more expensive, and the people in poverty will decrease. In the future, America will probably change the academic system. My vision is that they will have made the school days shorter and less homework. Kids go to school 7 hours a day, some kids even have sports practice after school which leaves no time for them to go home and do homework, chores, and have family time. This affects their grades because when they get home they are busy with all their homework and chores, so they probably don’t do their homework. Another thing about education is college. College is really expensive and causes some families to be in debt from loans. In my vision I think college will

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