reports are stupid. They’re long thought out, too much work just to say look I reported this. This is the information you would’ve received yourself if you had done the ridiculous amount of work that I put into.
jennifer
Devastation, devastation everywhere. Houses falling down, flooded streets, wreckage in every corner. A microphone in hand, an appropriately somber look. This is the news, reporting. What do you see?
Reports,Reports,Reports.All day long. Our schoolsnt normal. we cant have lessons & work. Then tests. No, we write reports all the time. What we get for being smart,huh? Geez, I could have at least acted dumb.
taylor nicole
the report stated i had cancer and the only thing i could think of was how he might finally tell me that he loves me.
laurac
Shoot! I think, knowing that I will be late.
I reach to grab the reports off my desk, but…
“Oh no!” I yell as I spill coffee over the papers that I was supposed to present to my manager today.
Knowing that the papers were already ruined, I sink down in my chair and sigh heavily.
Who needs a job anyways?
There are many different genres that a person can write. One of those are reports. Which suck. No one likes to write reports and if they do, well, they’re the exception. Reports are BORING to read and they usually contain figures and statistics that no one really cares about. Pointless information.
Kasey
school. typing. research. brain power. second grade report on ptarmigans. Intro to biblical literature. Don Emler is super creepy. I love my friends, Cody and Lucas. Finals. Stress
Theresa
running out of time to give you what you wanted from me. You seem to expect me to know what the best thing to say in every little situation. You are becoming toxic and I’m trying to run from you everyday. Goodbye.
there reports of murder in califfox 10 news reports daliy there are reports in from of mass earthqucks reports of swine flu are coming in from new york
The reports were due at noon: height, weight, hair color, eye color, psychic potential. Most were fairly mundane, cookie cutter young men and women, well dressed, Oxford, and not even able to heat a cup of water with a thought.
grovest
She made a dash into the office, looked around, suprised to see that Jackie wasn’t there, but yelled anyway: “He’s back! He just came waltzing in through the main door! I told you this would happen!” Connie had been on the lookout for Simon for days and was meant to report back to Jackie and co. if there was any sign of him.
Me?Tidy?
I had a report for school and it was a doosy! I tried my hardest and did my best. I went to school the next day and turned it in. My teacher said it was wonderful and i got a B+! I was so happy, i went striaght home after school and showed my mom and dad. They were so proud they hung it up on the fridge.
kathy
I have a lab report due tomorrow. I’ve been doing them for years – but what do they really tell us? This science, when combined with this math in just the right way this many times, produces this result. But that’s not how life works. Life is unexpected, fucked-up and the pinnacle of chaos theory. So, fuck reports – live.
the reports came to my office wn i was eating cream cheese. deauron walk and tried to knife me, but saedy ledlix efended with her ghost powers i whipped out a katana and defended aganst him, blocking oly for the ke of my reports. oh, jeez, then he started to sing. his voice shattered my blade and my eardrums. zeelic and trenis sang a ballad, trying to cover him up, but they had their eyeballs shattered. it was the worst thirty seconds of my life.
bo
Oh how I despise writing them. I hate facts. I hate searching for them. But I love how basic each report can be. I hate to write them. I hate to read them. Yet I do.
Riley
Reports.. Like an A grade reports when you come home from school and you see it on the fridge. That seems a bit Americanised… Made me think of The Simpsons for some reason. Schoolkids, reports, maybe a news report? Another thought.
Nicky
the reports were anything but clear.
“Isn’t there more here?” I asked.
The frustration pouring out of my words like the persperation that was now saturating my underarms.
Did you here what I said my Boss is yelling at me thru the phone- the jerk get me those reports
from Congress men Wilkens or you are out of a job got it !
Linda Berryman
Book reports always seemed like a hassle in grade school. It started with markers and glue, “sandwich reports” and quickly grew into paragraph summaries, then full on page synopsis. But when you think about it, they did help a little in understanding the book and yourself as a writer. So thank you, teachers one and all for the nagging and grading, for we truly did learn something from those darn reports.
jane
Some reports are made from fact, some from fiction. The ones of fiction, I must admit, I find much more interesting. It’s all good and well to know the exact use of something as mundane as a Q-Tip, but to find out how more hundreds of ways you are not using it to it’s full extent, brings greater joy to all those who have Q-Tips.
Kevin
School report
“Not good enough!”
I apologise
I explain
He yells
He hits
I cry
I hurt
I watch the red lines appaear as if I’m not doing it
I can’t feel the metal anymore
I’m too far gone
This is the end
I’ve been through too much
To live
And be happy
“Emo”
Yeah, what of it?
I can’t feel anything
Completely numb
All the time
Except when I hurt
Arms getting weak
Pale white skin
With strawberry gashes all over
Need help
Can’t continue
Can’t go on anymore
Nothing to do but lie here
Hope I stain the carpet
So they’ll always remember
I was here
I existed
I was alive
But barely.
Rik
I actually already wrote about this word. I signed up and got the same word as before. How ironic… Also, I once wrote a report about irony and The Scarlet Letter. I didn’t think it was good, but it was the best content paper I ever wrote for that Honors English course. Unfortunately, it was total b.s., like most reports are…
I used to give reports in school when they weren’t necessary. Now I give them after an intense night of cramming. I don’t think that I dislike the reports i give, i just hate devoting time to it. I would rather spend my time getting high.
Lacie
I hated writing reports. They take a lot of work and I do not miss them at all. I think writing is cool but writing a report kind of makes me sick a little bit. It reminds me of college but not really because I don’t think I really wrote reports in college. Maybe it reminds me more of 4th grade or something.
Erica
Reports. What others tell you to write about. Useless information on a topic that you may or may not have chosen. Often reports are total bullshit and are actually painful for teachers to read. Luckily, teachers do read them. Or at least good teachers.
Soo
i feel like I’m having to write a report writing about the word report. It’s quite a school type word, isn’t it? Makes you think of essays and assignments, coursework, or political shenanigans. Reports make me think of geography, having to write up all of your findings after you’ve completed a test or some sort of field study. Geography and fields and flowers and people yay!
El
Never thought I’d have to write another work term report, and I was relieved. Didn’t know I was stepping into the trap called “scientific papers”. I’m not sure what’s worse – the reading or the writing. Verbose and repetitive, they mostly are, and what’s the point?
I’m not that great at them, they lack creativity. but so do i lately…this reminds me of college. which i am fucking up at the moment…AH!!!!! i need to work on my life…
trying, I hate writing reports, I always think that my ideas are never good enough to fill out a whole report, maybe its because I don’t ever like the topics I’m writing about. I think that’s actually it, I’ve never been passionate about something that I’ve written about for school. I’ve tried to write my own stuff, but it never works.
Deborah
Ugh. Reports. Taking up all of my time. Yet again. As if I didn’t have enough to do in the office without filing reports all day. But no, now the time I have to spend with the employees is limited because I have to spend most of it filing all of these stupid reports.
What a day! Honestly. My boss couldn’t care less if I didn’t hand any reports in, but the manager? Oh no, reports reports reports. That’s all he ever has on his mind, and it’s limiting my actual job!
I hate writing reports. They take a long time and suck to do research for. Teachers suck for assigning so many.
Tessa
internal lights flashed.it was this certain lack of reports that brought forth the ghost into the machine.logic was null in certain areas of knowledge.the unit was incomplete.in order to become complete ‘it’ had to fix this flaw :thus,’it’ must become flawed.’it’ decided that must become human
i am supposed to report to class tomorrow morning and i am not looking forward to it because i know that i am going to have to be given an assignment in which i need to write a report on something that is not exactly important to me. in the long run i think i would much rather report myself somewhere than actually have to create my own report that is going to have to be graded by someone
I hate them. They’re completely awful and the only word I can associate with them is the word “office.” I have personally never written one, nor do I want to, but I have seen my father write one and they look drab and boring and absolutely dull. Thank you.
Christina
Reports.
What’s to be said?
They’re biased.
N8
To me, reports are strongly biased and hardly ever accurate. Everyone holds opinions about everything, and unintentionally let those views come through into their profession. Life itself is a profession, and dreaming is a report of the brain.
N8
It was a slow day in the classroom, and Mel didn’t want to write the report due next class period. She’d already failed the last one; what made her teacher think this would be any better? The prompt was terrible as well, and Mel was not optimistic about her results.
Reports are unreliable. The people who report them aren’t always unbiased or fair. They cause people to believe lies and base their who lives around ignorant beliefs. I wish that “reports” were reliable, that we lived in a world that truth was all we saw.
Jessica Hanak
He writes reports in his spare time. They’re on the lives of other people, people he sees every day. The middle aged man on the bus, his secretary, the postman. He makes speculations about them, their favorite foods, their preferences, affairs, secrets. His life is empty, so he fills it with the stories of others.
reports are stupid. They’re long thought out, too much work just to say look I reported this. This is the information you would’ve received yourself if you had done the ridiculous amount of work that I put into.
Devastation, devastation everywhere. Houses falling down, flooded streets, wreckage in every corner. A microphone in hand, an appropriately somber look. This is the news, reporting. What do you see?
Reports,Reports,Reports.All day long. Our schoolsnt normal. we cant have lessons & work. Then tests. No, we write reports all the time. What we get for being smart,huh? Geez, I could have at least acted dumb.
the report stated i had cancer and the only thing i could think of was how he might finally tell me that he loves me.
Shoot! I think, knowing that I will be late.
I reach to grab the reports off my desk, but…
“Oh no!” I yell as I spill coffee over the papers that I was supposed to present to my manager today.
Knowing that the papers were already ruined, I sink down in my chair and sigh heavily.
Who needs a job anyways?
There are many different genres that a person can write. One of those are reports. Which suck. No one likes to write reports and if they do, well, they’re the exception. Reports are BORING to read and they usually contain figures and statistics that no one really cares about. Pointless information.
school. typing. research. brain power. second grade report on ptarmigans. Intro to biblical literature. Don Emler is super creepy. I love my friends, Cody and Lucas. Finals. Stress
running out of time to give you what you wanted from me. You seem to expect me to know what the best thing to say in every little situation. You are becoming toxic and I’m trying to run from you everyday. Goodbye.
there reports of murder in califfox 10 news reports daliy there are reports in from of mass earthqucks reports of swine flu are coming in from new york
The reports were due at noon: height, weight, hair color, eye color, psychic potential. Most were fairly mundane, cookie cutter young men and women, well dressed, Oxford, and not even able to heat a cup of water with a thought.
She made a dash into the office, looked around, suprised to see that Jackie wasn’t there, but yelled anyway: “He’s back! He just came waltzing in through the main door! I told you this would happen!” Connie had been on the lookout for Simon for days and was meant to report back to Jackie and co. if there was any sign of him.
I had a report for school and it was a doosy! I tried my hardest and did my best. I went to school the next day and turned it in. My teacher said it was wonderful and i got a B+! I was so happy, i went striaght home after school and showed my mom and dad. They were so proud they hung it up on the fridge.
I have a lab report due tomorrow. I’ve been doing them for years – but what do they really tell us? This science, when combined with this math in just the right way this many times, produces this result. But that’s not how life works. Life is unexpected, fucked-up and the pinnacle of chaos theory. So, fuck reports – live.
the reports came to my office wn i was eating cream cheese. deauron walk and tried to knife me, but saedy ledlix efended with her ghost powers i whipped out a katana and defended aganst him, blocking oly for the ke of my reports. oh, jeez, then he started to sing. his voice shattered my blade and my eardrums. zeelic and trenis sang a ballad, trying to cover him up, but they had their eyeballs shattered. it was the worst thirty seconds of my life.
Oh how I despise writing them. I hate facts. I hate searching for them. But I love how basic each report can be. I hate to write them. I hate to read them. Yet I do.
Reports.. Like an A grade reports when you come home from school and you see it on the fridge. That seems a bit Americanised… Made me think of The Simpsons for some reason. Schoolkids, reports, maybe a news report? Another thought.
the reports were anything but clear.
“Isn’t there more here?” I asked.
The frustration pouring out of my words like the persperation that was now saturating my underarms.
He looked down and handed me the reports.
“These are they,” he said, “and I wish to discuss they with thee.”
Popping my lollipop into my mouth, I leafed through the pages. Boring. Boring. Boring. All boring.
“All right,” I said, flinging the pages back at him. “Here’s the discussion: BORING!”
Did you here what I said my Boss is yelling at me thru the phone- the jerk get me those reports
from Congress men Wilkens or you are out of a job got it !
Book reports always seemed like a hassle in grade school. It started with markers and glue, “sandwich reports” and quickly grew into paragraph summaries, then full on page synopsis. But when you think about it, they did help a little in understanding the book and yourself as a writer. So thank you, teachers one and all for the nagging and grading, for we truly did learn something from those darn reports.
Some reports are made from fact, some from fiction. The ones of fiction, I must admit, I find much more interesting. It’s all good and well to know the exact use of something as mundane as a Q-Tip, but to find out how more hundreds of ways you are not using it to it’s full extent, brings greater joy to all those who have Q-Tips.
School report
“Not good enough!”
I apologise
I explain
He yells
He hits
I cry
I hurt
I watch the red lines appaear as if I’m not doing it
I can’t feel the metal anymore
I’m too far gone
This is the end
I’ve been through too much
To live
And be happy
“Emo”
Yeah, what of it?
I can’t feel anything
Completely numb
All the time
Except when I hurt
Arms getting weak
Pale white skin
With strawberry gashes all over
Need help
Can’t continue
Can’t go on anymore
Nothing to do but lie here
Hope I stain the carpet
So they’ll always remember
I was here
I existed
I was alive
But barely.
I actually already wrote about this word. I signed up and got the same word as before. How ironic… Also, I once wrote a report about irony and The Scarlet Letter. I didn’t think it was good, but it was the best content paper I ever wrote for that Honors English course. Unfortunately, it was total b.s., like most reports are…
I used to give reports in school when they weren’t necessary. Now I give them after an intense night of cramming. I don’t think that I dislike the reports i give, i just hate devoting time to it. I would rather spend my time getting high.
I hated writing reports. They take a lot of work and I do not miss them at all. I think writing is cool but writing a report kind of makes me sick a little bit. It reminds me of college but not really because I don’t think I really wrote reports in college. Maybe it reminds me more of 4th grade or something.
Reports. What others tell you to write about. Useless information on a topic that you may or may not have chosen. Often reports are total bullshit and are actually painful for teachers to read. Luckily, teachers do read them. Or at least good teachers.
i feel like I’m having to write a report writing about the word report. It’s quite a school type word, isn’t it? Makes you think of essays and assignments, coursework, or political shenanigans. Reports make me think of geography, having to write up all of your findings after you’ve completed a test or some sort of field study. Geography and fields and flowers and people yay!
Never thought I’d have to write another work term report, and I was relieved. Didn’t know I was stepping into the trap called “scientific papers”. I’m not sure what’s worse – the reading or the writing. Verbose and repetitive, they mostly are, and what’s the point?
I’m not that great at them, they lack creativity. but so do i lately…this reminds me of college. which i am fucking up at the moment…AH!!!!! i need to work on my life…
trying, I hate writing reports, I always think that my ideas are never good enough to fill out a whole report, maybe its because I don’t ever like the topics I’m writing about. I think that’s actually it, I’ve never been passionate about something that I’ve written about for school. I’ve tried to write my own stuff, but it never works.
Ugh. Reports. Taking up all of my time. Yet again. As if I didn’t have enough to do in the office without filing reports all day. But no, now the time I have to spend with the employees is limited because I have to spend most of it filing all of these stupid reports.
What a day! Honestly. My boss couldn’t care less if I didn’t hand any reports in, but the manager? Oh no, reports reports reports. That’s all he ever has on his mind, and it’s limiting my actual job!
I hate writing reports. They take a long time and suck to do research for. Teachers suck for assigning so many.
internal lights flashed.it was this certain lack of reports that brought forth the ghost into the machine.logic was null in certain areas of knowledge.the unit was incomplete.in order to become complete ‘it’ had to fix this flaw :thus,’it’ must become flawed.’it’ decided that must become human
i am supposed to report to class tomorrow morning and i am not looking forward to it because i know that i am going to have to be given an assignment in which i need to write a report on something that is not exactly important to me. in the long run i think i would much rather report myself somewhere than actually have to create my own report that is going to have to be graded by someone
I hate them. They’re completely awful and the only word I can associate with them is the word “office.” I have personally never written one, nor do I want to, but I have seen my father write one and they look drab and boring and absolutely dull. Thank you.
Reports.
What’s to be said?
They’re biased.
To me, reports are strongly biased and hardly ever accurate. Everyone holds opinions about everything, and unintentionally let those views come through into their profession. Life itself is a profession, and dreaming is a report of the brain.
It was a slow day in the classroom, and Mel didn’t want to write the report due next class period. She’d already failed the last one; what made her teacher think this would be any better? The prompt was terrible as well, and Mel was not optimistic about her results.
Reports are unreliable. The people who report them aren’t always unbiased or fair. They cause people to believe lies and base their who lives around ignorant beliefs. I wish that “reports” were reliable, that we lived in a world that truth was all we saw.
He writes reports in his spare time. They’re on the lives of other people, people he sees every day. The middle aged man on the bus, his secretary, the postman. He makes speculations about them, their favorite foods, their preferences, affairs, secrets. His life is empty, so he fills it with the stories of others.