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Communication in relationships
Communication in relationships
Successful relationships are based on effective communication
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One quote stuck with me as I entered high school: “Some will swim; most will sink.” This phrase came from the mouth of my History teacher Mr. Sanders. I was already petrified to take on such a transition. I was small, nervous, and unconfident. Mr. Sanders might not realize how much his words stuck with me, they made a misguided young man seek out the best that New Palestine High School had to offer.
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Today's minimum day so we we're dismissed at twelve noon. The squad decided not to go anywhere today as we were going out everyday since last week — going to one's house after another just to have a movie marathon and nap. The first thing I did as I got home from the academy is drop my backpack on a chair in my room. I changed into comfortable clothes and threw my worn clothes in the laundry basket.
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After a few weeks I met this girl, of similar age to mine whom had also been witness to the horrendous reality of the Shah’s regime and the Islamic Revolution. She had just like myself had a family member lost during this time; her Father was shot dead in a political battle shortly after my Baba had been taken in. She had since suffered a lot of discrimination due to her being of Islamic decent and struggled to find a place to live. I offered her to share the rent in my apartment and she moved in the following day. We became good friends and we had a lot to relate to between each other.
