Personal Narrative: Jalynn Sierra Borders

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There are many peers who have made a difference in my life, but when discussing this, there is one particular individual who has a distinction. Her name is Jalynn Sierra Borders, one of my best friends in the world. Jalynn has not only challenged me academically, but she keeps me on my toes in whatever I do, and I try to do the same with her. We met in 6th grade, and from watching her mature as a student, she helped me mature as well. My friends and I are constantly in academic competition with each other which is why we are such great friends and successful in the classroom and community. Jalynn truly inspires me to do my best academically at school, and I am grateful to her that she pushes me when I make that ‘C’ on a math test. She’s

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