I was reminiscing with my parents this evening about my first year of high school, which I did by correspondence because we were living in Brunei at the time. My mum reminded me that the thing I hated most was having to write a journal for English.
My teacher didn't care what I wrote, as long as I wrote something. But I always found it difficult, perhaps because the act of writing something down on paper and posting it off to my teacher in Australia made it all seem so formal.
How much easier it would have been if blogs had existed back in 1986!