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Relieve what stress?

Well, that's too bad, I don't really have a special place. I'm supposed to write about a special place that I go to, to relieve stress, well, here are my words on stress, rather than the 'special place'.

Stress is generally a teenage-created term in order to represent the stressing thought of "I have too much homework". I'm a student, and I'll be the first to say there is no such thing. Oh big deal, you have too much homework, and not a single clue about stress. Let me explain, stress is generally a mental state where you feel overwhelmed about how you are going to do something, or resolve a problem. Generally for teens, this is how the Math, English, and Physics homework is going to get done. Well, instead of walking over to that special place, and relieving my stress, I relieve what some call "stress" in a simpler way. I sit down, and do my homework. That certainly relieves it, as the problem is no longer there. I feel I am a very logical person, and if I have a problem, I solve it. If I have too much homework, I do too much homework. That wasn't so hard, now was it?

Therefore, life is pretty simple to me, I relieve my stress sitting here, in my computer, typing up my homework. Once I'm done, I'm stress free, while others have just recently arrived from their stress-relieving place, and decided to start their homework, noticing they still have the same amount, but less time. That's too bad, perhaps some day, you'll learn. This doesn't go to say emotional stress, and other problems, which are certainly more complicated, can't be relieved in a certain place, but rather that teenage-stress is usually exaggerated, and even more often, nonexistent.

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