The twenty-first year of my life is full. My teenage years ended with a night terror and pain in a foreign place (and at a foreign time). This year, the most socially awaited by most and the last year that seems to matter for a while, saw its finish under a sunset above rocks around trees
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-one of my best memories from three summers ago is our trip to the top of suicide for sunrise.
-in my psychology class over the summer, I read about some different classifications of the ways people shape identities for themselves. one thing that was mentioned was that some people simply turn to their careers to provide them with identity (the particular example given was women becoming homemakers). i've been thinking about this lately, too - I don't want to just fall into using teaching as my sole source of identity and personality.
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