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I feel so blessed to have landed at a school that I truly love. College isn't for anyone, but finding a town that I can call home- where locals already know you & your involvement is appreciated is amazing. A chance to test out how strong my independence really is. Working two part times jobs at the daycare, & nursing home I'm learning new skills that will help me through out life. I'm happy to call Farmington my home  Cheers to the next four years!

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