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Personal Narrative: From David Crockett Middle School To George Bush High School
From David Crockett Middle school to George Bush High school, was a big transition. Middle school was so simple to me compare to high school. Bush was definitely bigger than Crokkett,which made harder to find classes in freshman year.
Freshman year was good for me in personal and educational way. Some anxieties that I had in fresh man year was that I was not going to be with my friends from middle school. I wanted to have classes with people that I knew at the time. I was lucky to have some of my friends in my classes.
Some things that I heard were that it was fun when there were football games because of the pep rallies. Few pep rallies were fun but others just seem to be the same thing every pep rally. I also heard the freshman year was

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