Reflection Paper

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Walk into my house on a random day and I can almost guarantee you that something is happening. Usually it involves either my sister and I on the floor trying to pin each other down or screaming at each other for taking each other's clothes or eating the last of the leftovers. My house is chaotic and loud and absolutely crazy and I can not imagine it any other way. From the very beginning, my sister and I were complete opposites. She was the varsity athlete while I was the straight-A student. I was raised in a single-parent household and everything we had we appreciated. I grew up in Arlington and attended the local public schools. My memories are filled with taking home class pets, growing bean plants, playing foursquare at recess, and hanging out with all of my friends. But it was in Middle school, especially in eighth grade, that everything started to change. I began to realize that public education was not the best fit for me. I've always been a good student. I never missed an assignment and showing up ready to go was almost second nature to me. I've always had a plan: finish high school, go to a prestigious college, and then go to medical school. As Malala said, “One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world” (Yousafzai 310). I wanted to be that someone who changed the world. My mother used to say that I was a mystery because I was always so driven and headstrong from a very young age. I knew what I wanted and would not stop until I got it. My sister
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