Pilot-Serie of my life

 Average girl from Angola: has a average house,a sister,a lovely dog named Niki ,friends,cousins...etc.

That's me Paula.

Today,I'm will be your interlocutor of my life,passion,work,struggles. You know average thing of a 15 yrs old teenage girl.

This blog was created because I need something for my extracurricular resume if I want to go to my dream university: Harvard. Do I really think I can enter I'm that majestic university? Of course No.Their student must be highly IQ student who at least has hundred of startup while me I'm just procastaning on my bed thinking about how unlucky I can be sometimes.GOD please help me.

I don't really know how often I will write or even if people will read this. 

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