Week 8 Progress

Looking Back
My weekly routine could be improved, as I mainly do the assignments the day that they are due.  It would be more helpful and better if I were to do the assignments beforehand, that way I have more time for the other assignments such as the storybook.  I haven't been using the extra credit options, but it is something that I have the ability to do.  I think using that opportunity would help improve my work.

Looking Forward
I would like to try and be more descriptive in my reading posts.  I also want to do the extra credit opportunities when I have the time.

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