I’m in this english class, and for this assignment i have to post a one page post on here weekly. I also have to post something that has to do with my personal narrative. Here is a little section of what my personal narrative is about.

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Great experiences come along very little in an average humans lifetime. I’m sure we all wish we had a lot more of them but sadly we cant control when they happen. On great experience I had was my first day of college. My first day at the art institute was a very good experience. I loved my first day here at the school. It was fun, crazy, exciting, and fearful all at once. As I walked up to the tall, red building I seen students entering and leaving the through a silver door. I knew then that was my entrance. I walked through the door and seen a security guard sitting behind a black desk with a sky blue shirt on. I had seen some students showing him a card with some identification on it but I didn’t have any on me. I jus proceeded pass the guard without looking at him. I headed to the café area since I had no clue where I was going. I then seen two tall women sitting at the table with some sign on it. I asked them where do I go if its my first day? And they asked me did I get my schedule yet? I responded with no. they told me to go through the black glass door into the lobby to get my schedule. I met some blonde haired lady who gave me my blue schedule. She then told me to talk to this bald skinny guy next to her for him to explain how to read the schedule to me. I walked over to the bald guy and waited for him to finish talking to a person in front of me.”