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PS 60-Personal Narrative

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The moment I walked into this new small town school; I felt strained. I went from PS 60 in Queens to some place called Cocalico Middle school. I walked into my first day hoping I’d be indifferent, but feelings don’t work that way. The first thing I noticed was the lack of diversity; I noticed this when I was at school and then when I went to the local grocery store. I observed everything, but tried not to make myself noticed. The ground was missing gum stains and the walls were all clean of graffiti art. Everything looked empty and sad; the air smelled disgusting. I awoke every morning pretending we’d be moving back the next day. I learned that this was simply me denying what has already happened. These were the days where I was supposed to

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