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Personal Narrative: A Long Way In High School
I’ve come a long way in high school, and have grown and developed extensively. Physically, mentally, and emotionally I have blossomed over the past three to four years into the person I am today. These changes have been brought about in many ways. The most significant reason that I have changed is my passion for fitness and weight lifting. I’ve been influenced by sports I’ve done, and coaches I’ve had. My relationships with family, friends, and girlfriends has also helped mold me into who I am. I’ve developed certain qualities that I am proud of, such as confidence and dedication. I have changed and grown a lot since my freshman year, like a flower bud transforming into a breathtaking flower. Coming into freshman year, I was very shy and unconfident in myself. I’d been home schooled for most of my life and had only recently began attending Liberty Benton. I was skinny, timid, didn’t really like to try new things, and was more or less scared to talk to people other than my friends. I was much like a flower bud, in the sense that I was small, innocent, and yet to discover my potential.
Freshman year began a turning point for me, however. At the beginning of the school year, I decided to take boxing down in Lima, Ohio. This was totally new for me,
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I was lifting through summer break and came back to school with some significant size gains, which helped add to my self esteem. Adam’s goofy and funny personality was also beginning to rub off on me. Throughout our friendship we’ve picked up on each others quirks and hobbies, and we’ve just been a couple goofball iron-addicts ever since. In September of junior year, I also met my girlfriend Paige, who was my first real, long term girlfriend. Again, my confidence grew, and I felt that I had a lot going for me as I had decent grades, a cool girlfriend, and I was still making sick gains in the

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