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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 ...