Uninspired

Our class was told to write yet another thINK for our English class if we didn't want our grade to go down, but what are we suppose to do when we can't think of one thing to write about, no matter how hard we truly and diligently try?
     I tried to write about something I actually think about a lot, some sort of dilemma I am or was facing . . . nothing worked. Nothing spoke to me! I hate that I'm being forced to write when I just feel like, well, that I'm being forced. Maybe one thINK per every nine weeks wouldn't be that bad, because every now and again I actually have something important I want to say.
     Being made to write isn't something I can really do. The thINKs aren't a story like I can do without so much as a thought; they're something that make us suppose to think about something. I can't do that. Not when I'm made to.
     This is not a protest or a rant in any way whatsoever; especially not being rude towards my teacher.
Actually, if you think about it, this is something to think about, only because there is nothing to think about. That might not make much sense, but if it does, more than likely you realize what I mean by all of this.
     Sometimes you just can't help but be uninspired.