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Personal Narrative: Spartan Way

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I have witnessed a classmate of mine being teased whenever she spoke up about anything in class. She could say a comment or an answer and people would smirk. I am not saying I am completely innocent myself because at times I would do the same. Then I realized it was a continuation and not just playing around anymore and that her feelings were getting hurt. When I realized that I started calling people out on it. I wish I would have not waited so long meaning that I wish I would have stopped it and not waited to see her hurt before saying something. With the Spartan Way Virtues I learned at St. Rita I would have asked the people doing it why? I would do this so they would also have a moment to ask themselves the same question and hopefully they
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