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Personal Narrative: My Experiences In Middle School
Do you remember your own experiences in middle school? All the different stages that changed as you grow up from a middle childhood to early adolescence. At this particular time in your life you endure changes in your body, finding a common ground with in the social circle of your peers, and understanding all the emotions that evolve. In my own experience in middle school I found it to be unforgettable. Therefore, I wanted my podcast to touch base on the early adolescence stage of life. The podcast on middle school was presented on The American Life from Wbez. The whole podcast started with a 14-year old named Annie. She emailed the radio station asking if they can discuss more about middle school. In her email she explains the reasons why
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