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Personal Narrative: The Unfortunates
Trying new activities especially if it is something different from my own culture is what I have always wanted to do because I have this curiosity to explore what is around me. I have done many different activities and have experienced cultural diversity, but this time was a little different. A friend of mine suggested me to go with him to visit American Conservatory Theater in San Francisco last week where there was a musical show called “ The Unfortunates”. Personally, it is the first time me attending theatrical performance in the United States. At that time, I was wondering where to go for this assignment because it requires cultural visitation, so I thought that would be the perfect one since it is the first time. However, my friend and
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