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At the end of eighth grade, we had to write letters to ourselves in Language Arts class. Mine was complete bullshit. At thirteen years old, I had already developed the art of bullshitting. But the worst part is, my letter was one of the ones in the running to be read at the Eighth Grade Salute. How pathetic. Dear Erica, As I look over my years at the middle school, I realize that I have learned and grown in many ways. The middle school has not only taught me math and science, but to believe in myself.
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