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How can a person change the way you look at life.

Waking up every morning at the breaking of dawn, performing my morning prayers before headed to school. I was a senior in high school, not knowing what college I wanted to go to or what major I wanted to study. Going to school gave me the opportunity to experience different cultures and ethnicities, while studying and doing things that are interested to me. Being a girl from Yemen raised in a strict Muslim family, trying to adapt to the American culture can be a very difficult task for some girls like me. However; where I come from, we Yemeni people carry our culture and tradition with us were ever we go. Being raised in America following my religion and culture, limits me from living the way I desire. Paragraph
I'm proud of who I am and where I come from, but not being able to be myself and live life the way I wanted is what I didn't like. Nevertheless, girls like me and my sister have no choice but to accept what was offered to us, as in little of freedom which is to go to school. My sister, who is four years older than me, got a chance to attend a medical school for a year after she graduated from high school. But sadly she got an arrange marriage by my parents at the age of 23, and never got the chance to explore her educated more in the medical field. She tried going against the marriage, but she was not strong enough to go against the whole family, culture, and traditions. I would always watch her everyday go through arguments with my parents, about what she wanted and what she didn't want. Dejectedly, at the end everything goes the way my parents wanted. I used to think to myself, which that would be me in the same situation as my sister in couple of months, dealing with the same problems.
After I graduated from High School, I wanted to become a make-up artist. I loved colors, drawing, painting, but I knew my parents were not going to approve of it. Therefore; I followed my sister steps into going to the medical field, and becoming a Medical Assistant. I never want to go into medical stuff; but I knew that was the only thing my parents were going to approve it. I need something to do in my life, so I went to a medical institute for eight months and graduated as a medical assistant. I got hired for the first time in my life, at same site as my internship with, a foot and ankle surgeon. I was full time employ, working 10 hours every day except the weekends. I was really energized for this job; I would wake up every morning put my colorful scrubs on and get ready to go do my duty. I was really happy to be out there learning and being able to experience a new life outside my house. Couple of months later, I started having an off and on arguments with my parents about getting married. I started to feel like, that this was the end of road for me. I was starting too built up some goals, about how I wanted to become successful and wanting to continue working. I would call my sister and ask for her help, at the time I wanted her support. I wanted her to be there for me, but she made things worse. She change, she had a change for good and for bad. She would argue with me, about not listen to my parents and following their rules. My sister became really close with mom, and mom would always complain to her about me. My sister would put me in her old situation; she would tell me there's no point in auguring. I should let thing go and please my parents, she didn't want me to go through same road she went through. However; that's not what I wanted, I want to please my parents and do what I love the most.
Going to work was the only time where I could have my time, away from the house drama. One day during work, I was doing my paper in front of the computer. Feeling less determined, and less motivated. I was on the verge of quitting my first and only job. Going through my doctor's paper at the end of day, when I suddenly heard the back door of the office opens. I lend back to see who it was, and I all saw was this person's foot entering my boss office. I got curious of finding out who that person what, I walked to back pretending to do some work. My boss's office door was half way closed, and all I could see was this person back along with the movement of his hands while he was talking. He was sitting at the same seat that I got interview for the job, I thought maybe we were getting another employ. Later on, I was told from one of my co-worker that person was the doctor's son, and he sometimes come to the office during his spring break to help his dad around. It felt kind of strange for me finding that about him, so I continued doing my work normally filing the rest of the paper work.
I was sitting on the floor, putting papers up on the bottom of shelf, when I saw this person from the corner of my eye entering the room. Suddenly and in between everyone in the office, he captured me from the first time my eye met his eye. I felt something in his eyes that pulled me to him and every time I smiled, my face change and it would show. He introduced his name to me, he said "Hi, I'm Corey Kibwe, and I'm here to help around for the rest of the day". He took some paper from my hand and start talking about how he heard stories about me. I was too nervous to talk to him or ever work with him, I tried keeping my eyes and mind on my papers and continued to do my work. After a while, I started to feel comfortable around him. We start talking and working together, talk about work, school, different countries and life. Never felt so happy while I was having these conversations with him, I would always have this random smile on my face and it would be really hard to put it away. We become close friend by his Christmas break. We exchanged number, we would txt and talk. I would try to keep our friendship secret from my family; I didn't want any more drama. I just to be happy from the inside and I was going to let it happen.
I talked to him about things that happened in life and that will happen later in the future, he would be really supportive and he would be a guide for me. He taught me how to be an independent woman, and how to stand up for my right. I would rebel against my parents sometimes; I never thought I would be able to stand up for my rights. I felt strong, and I knew that he was going to be there for me. Being with him encouraged to me go back to school and extend my education more in the medical field, and become a Registered Nurse. He told me nobody can force you to do things you don't want, you have to take a big step and built your own future. I was afraid to go beyond my boundaries, but I did it anyways. My parents make a big fuss about it; at the end they calm down and accept everything. They tried to understand me and tried to accept the fact that I wanted to become a nurse. I will continue my education no matter how long it will take. I was really happy that I was able to stand up for my parents and make my own decisions.
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How can a person change the way you look at life.
Waking up every morning at the breaking of dawn, performing my morning prayers before heading to school. (This is not a sentence. It is a fragment.)

I was a senior in high school, not knowing what college I wanted to go to or what major I wanted to study. Going to school gave me the opportunity to experience people of different cultures and ethnicities, while studying and doing things that are interesting to me.
Being Becuase I am a girl from Yemen raised in a strict Muslim family, trying to adapt to the American culture can be a very difficult task for some girls like me. However, where I come from, we Yemeni people carry our culture and tradition with us were ever we go. Being Having been raised in America, following my religion and culture, limits me from living the way I desire. Paragraph

I'm proud of who I am and where I come from, but not being able to be myself and live life the way I wanted is what I don't didn't like. Nevertheless, girls like me and my sister have no choice but to accept what is was offered to us, for example, we have as in little of freedom to choose where which is to go to school. My sister, who is four years older than me, got a chance to attend a medical school for a year after she graduated from high school. But sadly she accepted got an arranged marriage by my parents at the age of 23, and never got the chance to continue explore her education more in the medical field. She tried to protest going against the marriage, but she was not strong enough to go against the whole family, culture, and traditions.

I would always watch her everyday go through arguments with my parents, about what she wanted and what she didn't want. Dejectedly, at the end, everything went goes the way my parents wanted. I used to think to myself, which that would I be me in the same situation as my sister in a couple of months, dealing with the same problems?

After I graduated from High School, I wanted to become a make-up artist. I loved colors, drawing, and painting, but I knew my parents were not going to approve of it. Therefore, I followed my sister steps into going into the medical field, and becoming a Medical Assistant. I never want to go into this field, medical stuff; but I knew that it was the only thing my parents were going to approve it. I need something to do in my life, so I went to a medical institute for eight months and graduated as a medical assistant. I got hired for the first time in my life, at in same place where I did site as my internshipship, with, a foot and ankle surgeon. I was full time employed, working 10 hours every day except the weekends. I was really energized for this job; I would wake up every morning, put my colorful scrubs on and get ready to go do my duty. I was really happy to be out there learning and being able to experience a new life outside my house. A couple of months later, I started having an off and on arguments with my parents about getting married. I started to feel like, that this was the end of road for me. I was starting to build too built up some goals, about how I wanted to become successful and wanting to continue working. I would call my sister and ask for her help at the times I wanted her support. I wanted her to be there for me, but she made things worse. She changed, she had a change in both positive and negative ways for good and for bad. She would argue with me about not listening to my parents and following their rules. My sister became really close with mom, and mom would always complain to her about me. My sister would put me in her old situation; she would tell me there's no point in auguring. I should let things go and please my parents; she didn't want me to go through same road she went through. However, (comma) that's not what I wanted; (semicolon) I want to please my parents and do what I love the most. Going to work was the only time where I could have my time, (no comma) away from the drama in the house drama.

One day during work, I was doing my paper (paperwork?) in front of the computer. Feeling less determined, and less motivated, (comma) I was on the verge of quitting my first and only job. I was going through my doctor's papers at the end of day, when I suddenly heard the back door of the office open. I leaned lend back to see who it was, and I all saw was this person's foot entering my boss's office. I got was curious to find of finding out who that person was, so what, I walked to back pretending to do some work. My boss's office door was half-way closed, and all I could see was this person's back along with the movement of his hands while he was talking. He was sitting in at the same seat that I was in when I got interviewed for the job. I thought maybe we were getting another employee. Later on, I was told from by one of my co-workerd that the person was the doctor's son, and he sometimes came come to the office during his spring break to help his dad around. It felt kind of strange for me to discover finding that about him, so I continued doing my work normally, filing the rest of the paperwork.

I was sitting on the floor, putting papers up on the bottom of the shelf, when I saw this person from the corner of my eye entering the room. Suddenly and in between everyone in the office, He captured my attention me from the first time my eye met his eye. I felt something in his eyes that pulled me to him and every time I smiled, my face change and it would show. He introduced himself his name to me, he said "Hi, I'm Corey Kibwe, and I'm here to help around the office for the rest of the day". He took some papers from my hand and started talking about how he had heard stories about me. I was too nervous to talk to him or even work with him. I tried keeping my eyes and mind on my papers and continued to do my work. After a while, I started to feel comfortable around him. We start talking and working together, talking about work, school, different countries and life. I never felt so happy as when while I was having these conversations with him. I would always have this random smile on my face and it would be really hard to put it away. We become close friends by his Christmas break. We exchanged cell numbers, we would text and talk. I tried would try to keep our friendship secret from my family; I didn't want any more drama. I just wanted to be happy from the inside and I was going to let it happen.

When I talked to him about things that happened in life and that will happen later in the future, he would be really supportive and he would be a guide for me. He taught me how to be an independent woman, and how to stand up for my rights. I could would rebel against my parents sometimes; I had never thought (imagined) I would be able to stand up for my rights. I felt strong, and I knew that he was going to be there for me. Being with him encouraged to me go back to school and extend my education more in the medical field, (no comma) and become a Registered Nurse. He told me that nobody can force you to do things you don't want, you have to take a big step and built your own future. I was afraid to go beyond my boundaries, but I did it anyway. My parents make a big fuss about it; at the end they calmed down and accepted everything. They tried to understand me and tried to accept the fact that I wanted to become a nurse. I will continue my education no matter how long it will take. I was really happy that I was able to stand up against for my parents and make my own decisions.
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