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Personal Narrative: My Experience With Diversity
Coming from a relatively small homogenous town in North Carolina, I have had little experience with diversity. Although I have had the opportunity to meet and interact with exchange students from Italy, Germany, and Brazil, my experiences with diversity are relatively limited. For example, most of the people I interact with on a day-to-day basis belong to some denomination of Christianity. I have never met anyone who is Muslim or Hindu or Buddhist and I look forward to my time on the NC State campus where I will be able to interact and learn first hand about different faiths and cultures. Hopefully, in return they will want to learn from me about my Catholic faith and culture. Ultimately, I believe I will benefit from diversity on the NC State
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