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My name is Jessica Bene, but a lot of my friends call me Jessi!

I was born and raised in Southern California, more specifically the Anaheim area! I was raised by my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle. When I was 12 years old, after my uncle lost his job, him, my aunt, my grandfather, me, my sister, her husband and their son all packed up our stuff and moved to Eugene, Oregon. Where my aunt grew up. We've been here in Oregon since 2011 and I have loved every minute of it!

My goal in life is to become a preschool-second grade teacher. I have been working toward that goal since I was in middle school. I would take the electives that pertaining to childcare just so I would feel more prepared later in life for my career goal.

My hobbies include reading, photography, and taking care of my pets. My top favorite books are 'The Tale of Edgar Sawtelle' by David Wroblewski, and 'Mere Christianity' by C.S. Lewis. I am an amateur photographer so my photos aren't fantastic, but I am working on it. For pets I have a 20-gallon tank that consists of a betta, an apple snail, two African dwarf frogs, and some glow fish; I have a chihuahua named Chili, a Yorkie puppy named Delilah, and two male rats named Horus and Osiris.


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