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Denver

October 29, 1998
Today I went to the Florence Crittenton School for teen moms. Usually I know what to expect when someone gives me a brief description of some place, but for some reason, I wasn’t prepared emotionally for what I would see. I experienced three separate emotions:

1. An underlying connection with many of the girls because
a. Yo soy Latina, como muchas de las muchachas;
b. I look young, and I could blend in easily
c. I could have easily been there because of my rocky 13, 14, 15 year old stages Read the rest of this entry »