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Hello. My name is Danielle, or Danni. Whichever is easier for you. This is my portfolio for civics. My favorite subject happens to be civics... but I like social studies better.

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//TRIMESTER 2 REFLECTIONS

1. How do I see myself in 20 years? Oh my, thats a hard question. To see oneself in 20 years is like saying, where do you want to work on your path of life. No, that not the question I would like to answer. Because I can see myself in so many different places in 20 years. So many possibilities, I can't even count. Just to name a couple of those possibilities would be, at the age of 33 and be rich as some form of vet doctor... Maybe not even that. Maybe I'll be a stay at home mom with a husband who has a really good job. Just thinking of the future gets me worried and makes me uncomfortable! I'm too younge to be thinking to the future. I need to stay focused on the present.

2. I want to be involved with many careers actually. Some of the top on my list are Veterinarian, Law Enforcement Officer, Something along the Business side of things, and an artist or cartoonist. These paths would be things that I enjoy doing. Animals and drawing definitely. Law Enforcement because my grandfather was really hurt as a police officer, and a buisness person because they make a lot of money.

3. My dream place would be a nice, rather medium sized house of the coast of a beach. Ok, that'll be my summer house, haha. I would really love to live in a country side of some sort. A nice big ranch and a peaceful surrounding. Nothing better than a quiet night with no cars or loud noises. Besides, if I live in a ranch away from people, I could make all the noise I want without annoying people!

4. I definitely plan NOT to be in school. I plan to have a masters degree in something, at least. I hope to be married with a nice husband who cares for me more than the world. I hope to have at least one bundle of joy, whose crying will drive me crazy. But, as far as that goes, thats all I plan to do.

5. To achieve these goals won't be easy. lots of hard work and effort will have to be put into this, my image of the perfect life. I will go to collage, not do any drugs or bad stuff, get good grades. Dang, I sound so silly saying this, but its true. You have to make the best of your life, no matter what. You only get one.//

Trimester 3 reflections 1.  I feel like my whole life was already written for me and theres some other person or entity reading my life slowly, like a child reading his first book. High school is one of these chapters the entity will read. I already have no choice in what high school I’ll be going to. It was going to be Saint Rays at first, but since the move, I won’t be going there any more. I’ll be on my way to West Warwick High School. Home of the wizards and the school color is orange and black. I think that’s pretty neat! I’m excited just to be able to be going to high school. To know that I’ve come this far in life, through all my ups and downs, is really amazing. My fears lie deep inside. Like a caged animal roaring to tear through my chest and out into the big, open world. To be stereotyped… It has happened to me before, but I know how to deal with most of it. The real problem lies with being able to cope not knowing anyone in this school. I won’t have any friends and I’m shy. That’s the problem.

2.  I will mostly miss my friends, the very beings that brought life into my life. The very ones that guide me through my rough times and the very ones that soothe the aching of being alone. Without them I’m nothing in every aspect, every little nook and cranny. My shyness is definitely a weakness I can’t get rid of. If I could due anything over it would be to not know someone I should never had made friends with. Someone that wasn’t good for me and took down my world in more way than one. But this person is gone now and I feel that, if I could, I would go back into time and stop my meeting with this person. 3. I want to be remembered as different, special, funny, and most importantly nice. I don’t work hard to be nice at all… In fact, people think I’m always nice, even if they barely know me… I don’t know why, I know I’m average. But I do wish to be remembered as nice. I want my friends to remember that I was funny and happy go lucky even in bad times; I want them to know that I helped them up in their time of solitude and mourning. When all seems lost I want them to remember that I cracked a joke and made them laugh. As for teachers… I want them to remember me as an average student and nothing more. Just one more passer by with the strange and unknown face. To pass over their very lives without much notice of their girl’s real life. That’s what I want them to remember me as. Nothing special and nothing bad… just normal.