I started school at 3, in El Salvador, a rare event in a time when the age required was 5. My desire to go to school was so great that my mother asked the pastor of our little town, who was also the director of one of the local private schools, to let me in. I was accepted on the condition that I was not to be matriculated until the age of five and that I was potty trained. The next year (after seeing my desire to learn) I was matriculated in school. Although I had to spend one more year than usual in pre-school; I was very happy.
I will skip the rest of my life and I will only say that I have lived in the United States for five years (time to apply for citizenship!), and that I will be a Senior in college this upcoming fall.

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