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Hi people,  My school has been assigning a lot of homework and projects. That is what schools do.  Recently, it has become too much. It has become a regular occurrence for my friends to fall asleep on their homework or stay up into the late hours of the night because they are scared of missing a due date.  Many of them have written posts about this issue. Many of them talk about this issue on a daily basis. Many of them have even confronted our teachers asking for help.  We only get two types of responses.  1. "I only assign homework that you can finish in 30 minutes." 2. "This is preparation for high school." Here are my arguments.  1. I have never completed a '30 minute assignment' in less than an hour. Even if each assignment took only 30 minutes, we have at least seven classes that assign daily homework in addition to projects.  2. By the time I am in high school, I won't even remember these assignments. If school ended in Jul...

Hi people, I was just reading this post: http://treasuretroveofathousandthoughts.blogspot.com/2017/04/endings-beginnings.html And it sums up what I feel like, pretty well. However, I am much more negative.  The post also brought to mind the Luke Bryan song, Fast.   That's just what I was thinking right now.  -Dianna

Hi people,  Today I am writing about the end of my years at my school. I really didn't want this post to be cliche, but the end of this school year is a massive, all eclipsing issue in my brain right now.  This is because I really don't like that this year is ending. I don't like the idea of being separated from my classmates. I don't like that I have to leave my teachers. I don't like the idea of leaving almost everyone I know for a building full of strangers. I don't like any of it. AT ALL.  Last year was very different. I spent the last day staring at the clock and when the time to leave came, I snatched my report card and ran out of the building. I was the first to leave. I didn't event bother to say goodbye to anyone.  That summer I spent a lot of time thinking, and I started to appreciate my school a lot more.  Now, I can't even go a week without school. Over spring break, I kept thinking about how my classmates would laugh ...

Hi people, Today I will be writing about my relationship with languages. Throughout my life, I have learned to speak a few different languages. However, English is my language of choice.  The main reason for this is that I feel a lot more comfortable when I speak English. This is because my vocabulary in English has surpassed my vocabulary in any other language. I also hate that I always feel like I am making myself sound like an idiot when I speak another language.  Some people think that I just don't like languages, but that's not true. I love languages, but I just don't like speaking them. I like to learn about grammar and new words in different languages. I actually find trying to write in different languages fun.  I hope this clarifies my motives a little bit.  -Dianna

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Have a great day! -Dianna

I'm not terribly good at expressing gratitude. I'm not good with time. Most of the time, I need a reality check. I'm always too stuck in my thoughts to do or say anything important. When I eventually decide to do something, I just end up ruining it.  You two are the only reason that the first paragraph didn't keep going on into infinity. You said I should just get this over with, so I will.  You might not always tell me what I want to hear, but there is no doubt in my mind that you always tell me what I need  to hear. I'm just terrible at listening.  When I say certain things, people look at me like I have five heads, but you actually try to understand what I'm saying. I appreciate that so much because a lot of times I feel like the three of us are the only ones listening.  Unlike most people, you tend to understand me. Even when you don't, I still know that you're trying as hard as you can.  I have no more words because there ...