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We have a combined class for maths, which means half of the bio students and half of the commerce student will seated in the bio group class studying math and the remaining will be seated in the commerce class where they will be learning computer. This means we get a chance  to mingle with few of our old classmates. I am seating in the front row and next to me is a boy who happens to be one of my friend, behind my seat is a girl who happens to have my same name and is one of my good friend. Altogether it means that maths class is pretty funny.Although me and my friend share this same name, we got lots of things in common as well as different. For example, she got a childish voice and i have got a bold voice.And this is one of the many things my friends are joking about. So one day in maths class,we where asked to study for math test, and as usual before the every test she put, we starts to beg her to postponed it.A few times she have postponed the test and over many no. of time she

For a last couple of months  i have been thinking about what i want to write.When i think of writing about the movie, the next thought would be to write about my traveling and the following thought would be to about to write about the people i meet and last but not the least i would end up in not to write until i got something to write about. As the months passed by i recognized that, that day would never come.So i planned to write about something, may be out of order to write what ever pops in my head. In my school i had been assigned to work on a speech, its just a class assessment.The day my teacher told me about this crap, i had been worrying over this again and again.But a few days earlier i recalled that i used to be good at it and my teachers used to appreciate me.And now when i heard about the same speech thing from my new teacher of english, i had this strange feeling that whether i could handle such pressure.The last thing i thought about this was that, how could time chan