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While thinking about what to write about for my autobiographical essay, I looked at a special clock that I got from my uncle for Christmas. This clock was special in that it keeps track of the time by lifting up a metal balls one at a time to the top with a motor that has a plastic arm and drops the ball off in rows. When a row is filled the hour is over and …

…later and I am in my twelfth grade. Going to school and meeting a change in my routine has been part of my life now like how my clock would just give up and break down. Preparing to go to college I would wonder if twelve years later I would think back to my first days at college and laugh about how much better of I am, how much I have changed, and my ignorance.