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Personal Narrative: My Autonomy
Through social participation with my classmates, I was able to gain a new role with certain peers—a friend. As friends, we encourage, advice, and look out for each other. My friends often comment about my upbeat personality and positivity, which is most likely from my passion in anime and Japanese culture. My admiration for Japan’s creativity and culture inspired my professional mannerism, such as bowing to show my appreciation. As a matter of fact, my nickname, Miki, is Japanese for “eternal beauty”. My individuality eventually gained me the role of a girlfriend, which requires me to be supportive and honest.

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