Personal Narrative: My First Day At Manhattan Hunter Science

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Like any Monday morning at Manhattan Hunter Science, I was sitting in Mr. Gershon’s classroom. My best friend on my left and a bright smart board staring back at me. Earlier that day, I woke around seven in the morning and about 7:35 I caught the train from E72nd street. I got off and took the M66 bus going crosstown I stopped like I always do on the corner of West 66 and Amsterdam to buy a bagel from Ahmed. I swiped my ID, walked up to the fifth floor, and immediately saw my friends. Days like that now seem like a figment of my imagination, but that was once my life. I started my freshman year September of 2013, on my first day I met my best friends. When I finally found room 560 I sat at the closest table, I was about ten minutes late. She

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