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Personal Narrative: My Experience At Plum Grove
My experience is about when I first started going to Plum Grove in seventh grade and continued on to eighth grade. Before this experience, I thought that seventh and eighth grade were going to be very hard for me because I believed that it would be a lot more complicated than past school years. I thought that eighth grade was going to be a whole lot harder than seventh. My teachers always said that eighth grade is like a preview of high school. I never really liked school before I came to Jr. High. So I felt like Jr. High was going to be dreadful for me. Turns out that it wasn't bad at all.
The experience of seventh and eighth grade, wasn't as challenging as I thought it was going to be. All of my teachers were very nice and didn't give too

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