u/Mean_Woodpecker_8281

so basically i have to write a debate on why ai isnt ruining our education, i have to write a five paragraph essay about it. btw i did not choose this subject or if i was going to be against or for it. i can literally only think of one blueprint point and everything else can be fully countered and any idea i think of can be countered with facts while what i am saying comes off more opinion based. i genuinely dont know what to do cuz i have no ideas and we probably dont have anytiem to work on it, we've worked on it for liek two days and i have literally nothing. please, anything from ideas or support will help, thank you!

So basically whenever I send snaps I always do doen avéras smile that’s really ugly and I want soemthing tyat looks better. I’ve tried doing the kissing face but I just feel awkward doing it. What do y’all recommend?

So when I like someone(specifically this one person cuz I’ve never liked anyone else) I feel sick when I think of them instead of getting butterflies. I don’t know why. I want to know if anyone else gets this and why it happens. Thanks for the help

i wrote this poem, i honestly dont know what form of writing this is, at 13 and dont know what it is about, if you had to guess or just say how you connect to it personally, what would you say its about? 'Yesterday I saw a dead dog, how I know it was dead is out of my ability to tell you. All I know is that it was dead. I could tell from how his eyes could be so emotionless and still be full of sorrow, the way his snout would droop down almost touching is uncut claws, and his ears that were tilted forward unable to hear. I could tell for the top of his head was far to close to his eyes to wield a brain. For his body to limp to hold a heart. It trudges toward me. Taking time in each step, making sure it does not fall apart. I can hear its empty stomach call my name. And I feel it yearn for me. Its eyes have nothing in them and yet I feel so much when I looking into them. I see its hunger, its anger, its agony. The dog, now right in front of me, instead of leaping for me stares at me with such mournful eyes I too fall apart. As I crumble to the ground, red takes over my brain, and hatred covers my eyes, i see the dog one last time. Even with the agony I feel all over I can only see beauty. The beauty in the red, the death, and the pain that hurts so vastly that I can no longer feel it. The dog speaks “I have given you my sorrow so you can feel the travail I once felt.” I respond “ why must you hurt me dog? What have I done to you? I am just a woeful man who has done no wrong!” The dog speaks, pity in its eyes “I truly am sorry and you are right you have done no wrong, at least not to your self, but you have cast ridicule upon your peers” I look down, shameful and In fear of the truth “I am sorry dog, I will accept your pain but I will not accept anyone or your pity for I have done what I have done and I shall be rid of my sins and turn to a state of Elysian bliss” the dog nods and walks away and I am contempt with my state as I drift to a place where I can rest.'