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Personal Narrative: My Years Of Highschool
During my years of highschool I've struggled with many issues to become a successful member of society. Some ways I've been self reliant as a young adult is not listening to what people tell me I can or can't achieve something. For example, in the article “The Struggle for Human Rights” by Eleanor Roosevelt she says “We have put down here the rights that we consider basic for individual human beings the world over to have. Without them, we feel that the full development of individual personality is impossible” (Roosevelt 7). In one of my years of highschool I wanted to join the cheerleading team and realized I didn't care what people think and that I should do what makes me happy so that is exactly what I did. I didn't care what anyone

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