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Today I am supposed to be writing about...  Don't write that, Dianna! It's already in the post title! So.... How do I start? I don't know. My job is only to judge you and make sure it takes you at least five hours to write a post, not to actually help you.  Why do you even exist? ... And she's gone. Just like that! At least now I can write.  Not so fast! Are you really going to include our conversation in this post? You don't want people to think you've lost your mind. Do you? Of course not, but I promised my readers authenticity.  How will they know whether or not you tell the truth? I'll know that I wasn't telling the truth.  What's the point of honesty if everyone hates it? Authenticity has its own value.  How many page views has "authenticity" gotten you? 1,270, and that's good enough for me.  And followers? Quit trying to convince me! I already made up my mind.  Or did you? ...

Hi people,  Today, I will be sorting out my blog's existential crisis.  As you could probably tell, this was originally just a blog for school assigned, mandatory posts. This is the reason why I have started a great many posts with some statement about being "forced" to write about one thing or another.  Because I had my own things to say, I started writing posts with my own thoughts and ideas. I had been wanting to start a blog on my own for the past three years and this was a step in that direction.  I was originally planning to start a new blog after I graduated, but there is no need for that anymore. I have updated the look of this blog and will hopefully add more new features soon.  I fully intend to keep posting on this blog.  -Dianna

Hi people,  Today, I will be writing about the concept of neighborhoods and how they don't  fit into my life.  I have heard people talking about their communities and actually talking to real human beings that live nearby. This originally struck me as quite strange, being that I don't even know the names of the people that live on my block.  I live in a neighborhood where people don't really talk to each other. No one has a front porch, and people don't really use their front lawns for anything except decoration.  This is quite a contrast from the neighborhoods of my family members. In their neighborhoods, you can't walk for 30 seconds without seeing someone. People bike to the store and regularly take their dogs on walks and children draw with chalk on the sidewalks.  As I thought about this idea some more, I realized that I never even bothered to wonder why no one in the neighborhood really talks.  I guess ghost towns have just seemed nor...

Sometimes, all I can do is hope and pray that I will be able to remember all of the crazy and amazing things that have happened at my school. Sadly, I know that I won’t, but that’s reality.  Through all of the ups and downs, I am so thankful that I have had the gift of a place where I can step away from all of the negativity of the world and grow as a person. I’m going to miss that dearly.  I’d like to thank all of the people who were associated with this place in any way, shape, or form. Everyone has contributed, and that is what I think is the most beautiful part.  I only wish that I could hold on to this place for a moment longer. 

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 ...