Personal Narrative: Walking Into The Sangamon Juvenile

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Walking into the Sangamon Juvenile on the following Monday I felt consumed with fear and anxiety. Both emotionally and physically I felt the crippling effects. However, it did not stop or deter me from reaching my goal. I forced myself inside as I pulled open the heavy steel door. As I walked into the building, here were two ladies sat seated behind a desk waiting to greet and assist the test takers. I was given instruction to sign in on their clipboard, and they gave an overview of what could be expected. One of the ladies wished me good luck, and the other rose from her seat to walk me back to the testing center.

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