Tag: class

I like how I can be open in blogs and express what I want without super harsh judgement like on social media

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I got a big kick from all the attention I got on my blog about my music taste. I like the interactive things I do this year and how a lot of work is done in group settings. Socratic seminars and group reading was super exciting and I had a lot of fun reading 12 angry men. Of course I never like writing essays or reading books but they’re essential to an English class and I think Mrs. Calvert makes things more interesting somehow. For the blogs, I’d suggest teaching me how to edit. I seriously am so lost on this website and I always get deductions for not being creative with my blog designs which I totally agree with. Reading wise, I like having the whole class read one book rather than separate assignments. Having conversations about books are my favorite way to bond in passing time. I definitely enjoy English more sophomore year and I don’t hate the thought of having my second semester be the same.

https://hayoungalations.wordpress.com/2021/12/07/my-experience-of-sophomore-year-so-far

I wanted to try out his outdoor class

Keywords: My Portugal visits , brita , energy , Onestepatatime , singelwoman , zumba

so I took my car and drove off. Suddenly I passed a large shopping center, and decided to do a stop there. I want to buy a Brita (water filtration system) and both save nature and my arms carrying all those water bottles around! Once I entered the building I saw that they also had a car wash service. Perfect! My car really needs a clean after being on the road for so many miles. First available appointment was in Tuesday. Said and done!

https://pyttip.wordpress.com/2021/10/24/lets-dance

I want to confess and lace the truth – my truth – with some poetry and magic

Keywords: opinions

My middle-class upbringing, while I am deeply grateful for what I had, did not prepare me for the unfairness of the industry I entered, and it did not equip me with the skill that I could have only afforded if I had had socioeconomic privileges. It was easy for me to chide my restless heart, like every other time, for I thought, it pined for something that was beyond my reach. It has taken many years for me to meet the ultimate truth – nothing was wrong with me, but the system was rigged.

https://thebookdog.in/2021/09/17/hello-writing-my-old-friend