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My first year of school was really content, I always desired to go to school. Exited to hit the books and learn, Kindergarten was fun and went well. Heading towards my second year, I was happy to be back. That’s when I met my best friend here, Who’s still my friend until now. On my third year it wasn't as stress-free As I assumed it would be. I couldn't read and write very well, I felt dumb. Art then became my desired subject, Drawing was fun it bought my joy when I was down. I didn't need to worry about getting anything incorrect, Neither letters nor numbers were needed. Just drawing was necessary.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
School bells
My first year of school was really content, I always desired to go to school. Exited to hit the books and learn, Kindergarten was fun and went well. Heading towards my second year, I was happy to be back. That’s when I met my best friend here, Who’s still my friend until now. On my third year it wasn't as stress-free As I assumed it would be. I couldn't read and write very well, I felt dumb. Art then became my desired subject, Drawing was fun it bought my joy when I was down. I didn't need to worry about getting anything incorrect, Neither letters nor numbers were needed. Just drawing was necessary.
rich-killjoy
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
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