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However, I was too young at the time and didn’t think it was important. I told my friends about because I didn’t think it mattered, but it was only used against me. Every now and then I was told that I didn’t belong here. I was told numerous times, “Go back to where you came from.” I was told “Go back to your country wetback.” Taking it to heart wasn’t the best decision I made but when you’re told that you don’t belong here, you think to yourself, “Do I really belong here?” Throughout middle school I had that thought in the back in my mind. Once high school came around, I tried to forget about it until it came back to haunt my college plans. Now I kept that promise I made and tried my best in high school. In return I became a Junior Marshal

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