[As seen in Creston News Advertiser, November 5, 2015]
I walked out of the glass doors onto a large piece of triangle pavement and a sudden wave of the smell of garbage, grime and pollution slammed into me. The smell, however, was accompanied by a view of stories-tall buildings with lights flashing and painted words on the walls.
Unfortunately, my first minute of New York City wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences, but that only made the rest of the trip that much more amazing.
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[As seen in Creston News Advertiser, September 17, 2015]
I walked into the hospital, unsure where the conference room was. There were two men leaning against the wall, and one asked if I was with the class. I said yes, and he led me down a long hallway and pointed at a door with frosted glass. I thanked him and walked inside.
Inside the room, sitting around tables set up conference style, was a small group of people mostly around my age with giant yellow books in front of them. I took a seat and waited.
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