I love writing reports. Reports are important in education. You will have to write many reports in you education.
jeremy lorenz
George hated his life. Every day after work he would get into his car, drive to the nearest Starbucks for an overpriced coffee, and then cry in his car. His life had amounted to nothing more than lattes and expense reports.
Long nights
I haven’t slept in days
Reports, reports, reports
I never seem to stop writing
My fingers are bleeding
It’s never good enough
Never meticulous enough
Never perfect enough
For you
Joni
I hate reports. They do no good. Ignorance is bliss.
Erwin Aviles
I hate writing reports. Maybe I should say designing reports. I don’t might writing data out, but having to query a datasource and then present the data in a manner that the user wants and can understand can be frustrating, us
Tom
I don’t like doing reports. They are generally just tedious synopses. Reports are the worst. Who comes up with these words??
Dimi
having to do reports puts a massive amount of anxiety and stress on my life. i think anyone would agree. reports suck. all kinds of reports. school reports, performance reports. yaknow… REPORTS!
Claudia
he reports to work every day thinking . . . if i don’t quit, i’ll die. but, if i quit . . . i’ll die. his life is beyond his control. and he reports back to work the next day . . . defeated and astounded at how beautiful life is.
suzanne
I need those on my desk by five. What? You don’t know how to use word? You moron, these are in excel. Daily. you do these daily. Just follow my instruction. I’ll b checking them, but not really. Just work hard and pretend you are filling them out!!! Damn it.
Mark
I require reports even though it’s not at all about reporting.
I have spent countless hours on this pathetic excuses for a website. night after night day after day. this plain website that gives me one word that i am suppose to write about for 1 minute exactly. This site to be honest is a god send to me i, go through writers blocks every day it seems and this one site completely cures that for me except this time. Report.
Brandon L.
YUK… worst time of school. always that nervous wait for it to come in the mail, and then for your your parents to read it… painful suspense!!
Davide Lorenzoni
I hate reports. As a student, I guess I’m sort of obligated to. The only fun reports are….exactly. None. What about you? Do you like reports on people, or places, or events? I think I like reports on places, yeah places.
The reports were due today. The report on what I did on my mission and on what equipment I used, etc. It was more tiring to write reports than to actually carry out the mission. Who invented things as “reports”? Why? Did the officials not believe their own spies? I did not see the purpose of the report. It was analyzing our victim, research about him and such. It is not like we do not have files already on these top criminals. Why another?
They pile up in long towers of manilla folders and fluttering corners around her desk, on her desk, on the shelves, in the corners, on the chairs. She edits and revises and reassigns until her eyes blur and the details no longer matter. Folders and papers and clacking keys and bumpy red lines beneath every. single. error.
Reports. TPS reports. Office space, right? Or are TPS reports a reference to something else? hmmm good question. Office space was a funny movie. Regardless of if my assumption is right or not. TPS whatever. I’ll put strictnine in the guacamole, probably spelled that wrong. I know i did.
Often complained about in offices, classrooms, and laboratories everywhere. Yet, they hold so much information that runs society. THink about it…”consumer reports” police reports, news reports… we rely on them and don’t even realize it.
Sara
My notebooks are lined with reports people will never read. Secrets, stories, fears, desires; everything that makes up me hidden in song lyrics and quotes. Diary entries scattered through pages. I carry these reports along with me every day, and yet they go unnoticed. I carry these reports in my heart too, and there they also remain untouched.
I’ve worked too long and too hard to be brought down by everything that surrounds me all the time. I am alive I am real. What’s done is done. That is all.
Tyler King
My mom used to make me write a daily report telling her everything I learned in school for the day, since I’m home schooled, and all. She thought it would help me get better grades or something. Eventually, I just stopped doing it, because it got annoying. She doesn’t seem to notice, or care, though. Maybe she’s right about the grade thing, though, since I nearly failed all of my classes this year.
Reports were sporadic at best, through crackling static and snowy television screens. No one knew what was going on besides the screams outside and the explosions. When those ended, the silence was worse, and after a while the static and snow became like old friends. No one could decide when it would or wouldn’t be safe to go out, so no one braved the door.
And then, one day, someone knocked.
By then, there was no one left to answer.
Nagi
reports of accidents accross the city spread like wildfire, panic took over our citizens. What to do, how can we help they wondered. In a time when technology and things make knowledge move at the speed of light reports travel fast. reports back in the 18th century used to travel
hhhj
Book reports immediately come to mind from the word ‘reports’. How awful these projects are! They ruin perfectly good, wonderful books because of their requirements for overanalyzation… reports destroy literature for all students.
C
I hate reports. They always take me so long to do because I procrastinate and end up getting distracted. I adore getting good grades on reports but hate doing them. I need to do them, though, book reports were always fun.
Crystal
are coming in.
Allegedly,
besmeared with grease and slander,
why did she have to wander,
but its really no wonder at all
she always was a flexible girl.
I used to do them in highschool. I’ve had so much to report on since but Im not productive. The feeling of overwhelming apathy has crippled my soul. My need for an abusive relationship has crippled my life. I need a billion dollars and a thousand years to fix this. I need a god.
But all reports point to him not existing.
Al
In grade school you are required to write a lot of reports. Everything from science reports to book reports. However, when you grow up, the type of reports that you have to do change. You find that your job will require you to report to your boss and keep up to date with what you have been doing there.
jenn
the reports were due by seven and it was now quarter after… soon my boss will be reporting in to report that i am fired… then i might as well be reported dead… cause my wife is going to finish me off…
Nienna
reports ae something which can be usefulas well as d=readful. it depends upon the content and the style of presentation. i like to prepare reports but feel i dont have much opportunity doing it. may be someday some of my report will help bring in a change. i believe report presents the writer to the world, his character, his intelligence, his skill and attitude too.
jagdish
reports are not fun, no one likes doing them, do you think hitler did reports? …well ok maybe he had to do some reports, let me think of a better example… do you think pochahontas did reports? of course not, they didn’t exist then, idiot. a child could answer that question.
Phoebe
The news always claims to report about things. What I’m finding is their reporting about things I don’t care about. They tend to sensationalize. Now useless mind-cramming nonsense is breaking news or something like that. I’ve become disillusioned with the media and politics as a result. It’s very disappointing.
Jared
Reports do nothing more than provide a report for others. Get real people. All a report is, is a report on a report on what’s being reported. Never let yourself become one of the reported, live for yourself. Dave Gourlay Jan – 2010.
Dave Gourlay
stupid and mean teachers give them and i dont have much to say about them because i havent really done any of them because im just in highschool and ive never reported anything and i hope to report something with my carreer as a cop and then i can report people to the law and say what they did bad and stuff like that.
rachel
I always liked writing reports as a kid. In the 4th grade I remember having to write a report during the winter olympics on a country. Each kid was assigned a country to follow during the games and also to research and do a report on. I have no idea what my country was, but I remember liking a sentence I read about it in the encyclopedia.
lexi
When I think of reports I think of school…not really the fun part of school but the boring annoying time consuming part when teachers make you write stuff you really have no interest in. I wish i could write reports on things that interest me like making cheese, or creatures in the ocean, or meeting people all over the world, the joy of playing on playgrounds, getting lost when you have a map, finding the perfect spot on your pillow to put your head….everyday stuff you would have to report on and create and mold it into something special and original…no fact just feelings
megan
one word is weird, why only one word? why not a whole bunch of them? defeats the purpose I think. so I shall write one workd one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word
Kyra
i have to write them they are so crappy i do love them though only sometimes cus i like to write but only if im prepared
alexis
some days i have reports. oral reports. current events. reports, reports, reports, and reports. why do people want so much from me? i mean reports are just the beginning.
beth
I spend my days underneath a pile of reports.
File. Fax. Register. Clock in. Clock out.
Where is my time to figure things out?
This isn’t the American dream.
This isn’t my dream.
lynsey
Reports. They take so much time. They take over my life. All school, all the time. Just write, write, write. Research. Similar search results. More analysis. More. More. More. Word count. Oh no, not enough words. Okay, write more. Too many words! Eliminate some adjectives. Done.
I love writing reports. Reports are important in education. You will have to write many reports in you education.
George hated his life. Every day after work he would get into his car, drive to the nearest Starbucks for an overpriced coffee, and then cry in his car. His life had amounted to nothing more than lattes and expense reports.
Long nights
I haven’t slept in days
Reports, reports, reports
I never seem to stop writing
My fingers are bleeding
It’s never good enough
Never meticulous enough
Never perfect enough
For you
I hate reports. They do no good. Ignorance is bliss.
I hate writing reports. Maybe I should say designing reports. I don’t might writing data out, but having to query a datasource and then present the data in a manner that the user wants and can understand can be frustrating, us
I don’t like doing reports. They are generally just tedious synopses. Reports are the worst. Who comes up with these words??
having to do reports puts a massive amount of anxiety and stress on my life. i think anyone would agree. reports suck. all kinds of reports. school reports, performance reports. yaknow… REPORTS!
he reports to work every day thinking . . . if i don’t quit, i’ll die. but, if i quit . . . i’ll die. his life is beyond his control. and he reports back to work the next day . . . defeated and astounded at how beautiful life is.
I need those on my desk by five. What? You don’t know how to use word? You moron, these are in excel. Daily. you do these daily. Just follow my instruction. I’ll b checking them, but not really. Just work hard and pretend you are filling them out!!! Damn it.
I require reports even though it’s not at all about reporting.
I have spent countless hours on this pathetic excuses for a website. night after night day after day. this plain website that gives me one word that i am suppose to write about for 1 minute exactly. This site to be honest is a god send to me i, go through writers blocks every day it seems and this one site completely cures that for me except this time. Report.
YUK… worst time of school. always that nervous wait for it to come in the mail, and then for your your parents to read it… painful suspense!!
I hate reports. As a student, I guess I’m sort of obligated to. The only fun reports are….exactly. None. What about you? Do you like reports on people, or places, or events? I think I like reports on places, yeah places.
The reports were due today. The report on what I did on my mission and on what equipment I used, etc. It was more tiring to write reports than to actually carry out the mission. Who invented things as “reports”? Why? Did the officials not believe their own spies? I did not see the purpose of the report. It was analyzing our victim, research about him and such. It is not like we do not have files already on these top criminals. Why another?
They pile up in long towers of manilla folders and fluttering corners around her desk, on her desk, on the shelves, in the corners, on the chairs. She edits and revises and reassigns until her eyes blur and the details no longer matter. Folders and papers and clacking keys and bumpy red lines beneath every. single. error.
Reports. TPS reports. Office space, right? Or are TPS reports a reference to something else? hmmm good question. Office space was a funny movie. Regardless of if my assumption is right or not. TPS whatever. I’ll put strictnine in the guacamole, probably spelled that wrong. I know i did.
Often complained about in offices, classrooms, and laboratories everywhere. Yet, they hold so much information that runs society. THink about it…”consumer reports” police reports, news reports… we rely on them and don’t even realize it.
My notebooks are lined with reports people will never read. Secrets, stories, fears, desires; everything that makes up me hidden in song lyrics and quotes. Diary entries scattered through pages. I carry these reports along with me every day, and yet they go unnoticed. I carry these reports in my heart too, and there they also remain untouched.
I’ve worked too long and too hard to be brought down by everything that surrounds me all the time. I am alive I am real. What’s done is done. That is all.
My mom used to make me write a daily report telling her everything I learned in school for the day, since I’m home schooled, and all. She thought it would help me get better grades or something. Eventually, I just stopped doing it, because it got annoying. She doesn’t seem to notice, or care, though. Maybe she’s right about the grade thing, though, since I nearly failed all of my classes this year.
She’s blaming it on writing, though.
Reports were sporadic at best, through crackling static and snowy television screens. No one knew what was going on besides the screams outside and the explosions. When those ended, the silence was worse, and after a while the static and snow became like old friends. No one could decide when it would or wouldn’t be safe to go out, so no one braved the door.
And then, one day, someone knocked.
By then, there was no one left to answer.
reports of accidents accross the city spread like wildfire, panic took over our citizens. What to do, how can we help they wondered. In a time when technology and things make knowledge move at the speed of light reports travel fast. reports back in the 18th century used to travel
Book reports immediately come to mind from the word ‘reports’. How awful these projects are! They ruin perfectly good, wonderful books because of their requirements for overanalyzation… reports destroy literature for all students.
I hate reports. They always take me so long to do because I procrastinate and end up getting distracted. I adore getting good grades on reports but hate doing them. I need to do them, though, book reports were always fun.
are coming in.
Allegedly,
besmeared with grease and slander,
why did she have to wander,
but its really no wonder at all
she always was a flexible girl.
I used to do them in highschool. I’ve had so much to report on since but Im not productive. The feeling of overwhelming apathy has crippled my soul. My need for an abusive relationship has crippled my life. I need a billion dollars and a thousand years to fix this. I need a god.
But all reports point to him not existing.
In grade school you are required to write a lot of reports. Everything from science reports to book reports. However, when you grow up, the type of reports that you have to do change. You find that your job will require you to report to your boss and keep up to date with what you have been doing there.
the reports were due by seven and it was now quarter after… soon my boss will be reporting in to report that i am fired… then i might as well be reported dead… cause my wife is going to finish me off…
reports ae something which can be usefulas well as d=readful. it depends upon the content and the style of presentation. i like to prepare reports but feel i dont have much opportunity doing it. may be someday some of my report will help bring in a change. i believe report presents the writer to the world, his character, his intelligence, his skill and attitude too.
reports are not fun, no one likes doing them, do you think hitler did reports? …well ok maybe he had to do some reports, let me think of a better example… do you think pochahontas did reports? of course not, they didn’t exist then, idiot. a child could answer that question.
The news always claims to report about things. What I’m finding is their reporting about things I don’t care about. They tend to sensationalize. Now useless mind-cramming nonsense is breaking news or something like that. I’ve become disillusioned with the media and politics as a result. It’s very disappointing.
Reports do nothing more than provide a report for others. Get real people. All a report is, is a report on a report on what’s being reported. Never let yourself become one of the reported, live for yourself. Dave Gourlay Jan – 2010.
stupid and mean teachers give them and i dont have much to say about them because i havent really done any of them because im just in highschool and ive never reported anything and i hope to report something with my carreer as a cop and then i can report people to the law and say what they did bad and stuff like that.
I always liked writing reports as a kid. In the 4th grade I remember having to write a report during the winter olympics on a country. Each kid was assigned a country to follow during the games and also to research and do a report on. I have no idea what my country was, but I remember liking a sentence I read about it in the encyclopedia.
When I think of reports I think of school…not really the fun part of school but the boring annoying time consuming part when teachers make you write stuff you really have no interest in. I wish i could write reports on things that interest me like making cheese, or creatures in the ocean, or meeting people all over the world, the joy of playing on playgrounds, getting lost when you have a map, finding the perfect spot on your pillow to put your head….everyday stuff you would have to report on and create and mold it into something special and original…no fact just feelings
one word is weird, why only one word? why not a whole bunch of them? defeats the purpose I think. so I shall write one workd one word one word one word one word one word one word one word one word
i have to write them they are so crappy i do love them though only sometimes cus i like to write but only if im prepared
some days i have reports. oral reports. current events. reports, reports, reports, and reports. why do people want so much from me? i mean reports are just the beginning.
I spend my days underneath a pile of reports.
File. Fax. Register. Clock in. Clock out.
Where is my time to figure things out?
This isn’t the American dream.
This isn’t my dream.
Reports. They take so much time. They take over my life. All school, all the time. Just write, write, write. Research. Similar search results. More analysis. More. More. More. Word count. Oh no, not enough words. Okay, write more. Too many words! Eliminate some adjectives. Done.