My Calling Of Purpose Essay

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My Calling of Purpose

It began just like any other day. I woke up to the bright sun shining through my curtains. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stalked towards the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast. Even the low churning of the coffee machine signaled that it too was begrudgingly waking up. After opening and closing the refrigerator several times expecting something else to appear I settled for a simple bowl of cereal. I washed down my Cheerios with the warm, freshly brewed coffee and made my way back to my room. Upon entering, I noticed that I had several articles of clothing scattered across the floor. However, due to the rules of my high school, I was required to wear a uniform. As I started putting on my itchy polo shirt and my plaid, knee length skirt, I wondered if the rest of my day was going to go well. So after I brushed my teeth and fixed my unruly hair, I got into my car and set out on my long eight-minute commute to school. Since I am on the yearbook staff, we had taken the opportunity to participate in a yearbook convention at one of the local children’s schools. I was so excited, partially because I got to skip classes for the day, but also because I knew close to nothing about making a yearbook. When I arrived at my school, I noticed how quiet it looked. Well, it was an hour before the school actually opened, but it had sort of a peculiar, tranquil aura about it. After I parked and got out of my car, I saw a couple of my fellow staff members

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