Personal Essay: Categorical Abuse

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When I am doubtful in my work and I begin to become more interested with other things, you help me get back on track. And when I get frustrated with what I’m doing and decide to just stop right there and now, you show me how much better I can make my piece, you’ve always encouraged me to do the very best I can. I remember that whenever I am doing my math, you help me get through it, and through all the algebraic nonsense that comes with it. When I feel as if I am never going to grasp the concept, you show me the light, (and help me understand the problem). I was dismal and you put a smile on my face; I was ill, you made it better with a smile. It made me feel loved, and protected. You are always the one who comforts me in a warm and fuzzy
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