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Ode to Online Classes


We take online classes-
Teachers create video chats with scared students
Mounds of homework pile up on sanitized desks
This is no vacation- 
Turn in times for assignments fill up my inbox
But there is no end date for what's keeping me inside 
Days blur into weeks and-
How ironic that I have no emails from concerned family 
Only emails from people concerned about my grades
How can I focus on projects...
When I don't know if I'll ever be able to turn them in? 
Deadlines have become meaningless to us,
We've lost track of time. 

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dontforgetmaryanne
<p style="text-align: justify;">I understand your perspective.&nbsp; Just some tips:&nbsp; time management is a great help.&nbsp; Learn this and you won&#39;t lost track of time</p>

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