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			<description><![CDATA[Ever since I was a little kid I&#039;ve wanted to become a photographer. That dream has never faded away. While in high school, I found out I could take photography and so I spoke with my guidance counselor about getting into the class. After switching into photography I found out that the class wasn&#039;t going to be fun as I expected. I was then informed it was going to be a lot of work I would have to put into the class and all of the work just in order to pass the class. No one had warned that the class wasn&#039;t really going to be a lot of fun as I thought it was going to be. The class turned out to be very demanding. All the assignments were hard to complete so I would have to skip my lunch just in order to get things done on time. The teacher was out most of time, so when she wasn&#039;t there we weren&#039;t allowed to go into the darkroom to make photograph prints. When my photography teacher wasn&#039;t there, she left us substitute work to do which normally consisted of a project that wouldn&#039;t be completed in the duration of the class. <br /> <br />            The class was always chaotic since it was a mixture of two different classes into one, Photo One along with Photo Two. From down the hall anyone could always hear my photography teacher arguing with someone inside the classroom just about anything. Even though it was such a disaster every day in there with all the distractions and arguments going on I would just keep trying to do my work no matter what, but I never seemed to be able to turn it in on time no matter how hard I tried since the class was so chaotic I always thought that very class would be my dream killer.  <br /><br />             In the class my teacher never gave me a 100% on any of my assignments. The highest she ever gave me was 85%. I was able to pass the class with an 80% at the end of the school year which meant I would get moved up to Photo two the next year.  <br />I had started my senior year off right taking all the classes I wanted but the only class I was really concerned was about my photography class. I started thinking and wondering if I would be able to pass this year since the class size had gotten smaller so she would help us out more in the work she gave us.I turned in my first photo print and made a 90% on it. I knew that grade was good but I wanted a higher grade since I worked hard for it. <br />For the final project I worked very hard on it. I spent three weeks working on it only hoping that I would at least get a B. After I finished the project and turned it in I received my grade a week later. When I saw that I got  100% on the project, I knew that all my hard work had paid off and that my dream of becoming a photographer will continue.]]></description>
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