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Personal Narrative: My Obituary
I completed this obituary during the first semester of my senior year. This was a school assignment. My World History teacher, Mrs.Cavilier, asked us to write two obituaries about ourselves. The first obituary was about myself if I were to pass away during my senior year. The second obituary was about myself if I were to pass away years from now. I chose the obituary that was years from now. I decided to choose it because that obituary sets my goals for myself. I am determined to be married and a Registered Nurse/Nurse Practitioner by 2025. Although it seems like it’s impossible, I’m always willing to take on a challenge. If I were to improve anything throughout this obituary, I would focus more on my inner self and the type of person I would’ve
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