Lily Stephens Introduction

Hello! I'm Lily and I'm from Naperville Illinois, about an hour outside Chicago. I am double majoring in vocal performance and political science. I like singing, acting, hanging out with friends, and doing triathlons, and I am thinking about joining the rowing team. This summer my family and I took a trip to Ludington Michigan where we stayed in a house on the water for a week and went kayaking, boating, swimming at the beach, and walking around the state park. I'm looking forward to starting this course!

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