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Personal Narrative: The Giant Immigration Project

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A lot of stuff happened in eighth grade, some good, some bad. For one good thing, every time at the end of quarter, we would do nothing and just play games, eat pizza, and watch movies. All the bad things I can think about is just the bad grades I get on test sometimes like that. So the goods outweigh the bads. Another good thing about this year is I actually found a haircut that I like, and unlike the sad excuse of a haircut at the beginning of the year. One thing that I remember really well is the giant immigration project that we did. That thing was, oh boy let me tell you, it was stressful. We had to do so much preparation for that project, it was like studying for the constitution test. When we actually did the actual immigration thing

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