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Personal Narrative: Martika Jannelyn Lane
Sitting in class, everyone is done and I haven't even got started because school is different for me. It takes more for me to understand and two times longer for me to finish. My full name is Martika Jannelyn Lane, I am 17 years old and I've lived in Hood River my whole life. Welcome to meeting me.
Family, I'm the youngest of four, my siblings are Mercedes, Michael, Max and then there comes me. My parents are Josh and Nancey Lane and they are still married. We have a home just on the heights. Growing up we were very involved in community ed football ,baseball, softball as well as wrestling, many of my summers were taking up with that. We also did a lot of camping, swimming and boating, we still often do go tubing and kneeboarding. I am the only one left at home now, Mercedes
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I also am terrible at spelling, I think a big part of that is sounding out words. In middle school I was very blessed to have a teacher named Ms. Carver, she helped me a ton with reading from where I was to a reading at a score of 115 ish to around 700-800 which hasn't changed much to now. I would go inside almost every day doing lunch just because I wanted to learn how to read like the other kids and I am willing to work as hard now. Taking this class is a big step for me, from being in all special ed classes in middle school to now taking this class! Another struggle I have is my health, I have problem with my stomach, such as IBS. I seem to get sick very quick but this summer I've been working on my health and my hope is to not have any flair ups that make me sick doing the school year. My long time goal in life is to be in the medical field traveling and helping people in one way or

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