Vote of thanks

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September 13


VOTE OF THANKS
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Hello Everyone 


   " *You learn to write better by reading* .
 *You learn to read better by writing* . 
 *Reading and writing work together to improve your ability to think* ."


Think alot and make better changes in the society. 


It was a great opportunity for us to express our writing skills and to improve it. Now we are gladly thanking our class teacher, Sreeja miss for giving us such a wonderful opportunity to go through this beautiful world of writing and also to become a part of it. And also thanks to student editor, Jaseem for making it such an awesome experience . And also alot of thanks to all students of S2D who watched it everyday. 

We hope that we presented a good week before you with lots of writings. We have done as much as we can. We wrote each day based on different themes which have great impact in this society. And our objective was to aware you about the influence of such topics in today's society and also to help you to improve your writing skills. 

And now it's the time to handover this to group 1.
And we are sure that they  
can utilise it more than us. And we are gladly welcoming them to this wonderful world of writing. 

Have a nice day😊
  
        - Nihma kv
     Editor of group 5

Total no of posts: 25



 *Group 5* 

Shanida sherin

Afsal

Razi

Shifna

Nihma 

Easa Nasim

Rinshad

Shamil

     Thank you all🤗

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