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Personal Narrative: Another Vile Event
Not to mention another vile event in which I vividly remember, in the year I entered 3rd grade I tried to show to my classmates that I was not that dumb and unintellectual. So when my peers and I were given the same number problem like for example 50-28 I remember that I didn’t know what to do or how to solve it. So when it was time to review and check our answers with the rest of my classmates I would randomly guess a number so I wouldn’t have to say that I didn’t know how to solve the problem. This struggle did not only happen at school but it also happened at home. Almost everyday I was given math homework since it was important to practice for upcoming tests but sadly I could not do it especially when it came to word problems. This forced

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