Not to be done in class, but at your place, a little effort, a learning trace. I'm practice and mastery of what's taught, work done alone, often fraught. What am I?

In my embrace, words you will find, stories, rules, glued and bind. Through my pages, knowledge is gleaned, in the hands of the student, a guide unseen. What am I?

To command me is to comprehend, from spoken word to its end. Hear the sounds and their game, I am an art for the brain. What am I?

A marker of progress, a revealer of might. With questions and puzzles that challenge your sight. Take me to measure how much you know, In the language, you learn, how fluent you flow. What am I?

Dive into me with eyes open wide, and escape to a place where knowledge is the tide. To improve your ESL, I am a guide. What am I?

Look me up when in doubt, when words have got you in a bout. I define and spell for you, pages of clues to see you through. What am I?

Not all paintings but my name sounds the same, understanding my language is the game. What am I?

I can be puzzling, quirky, and fun, a phrase that's not taken literally by anyone. I add color to language and give it spice, mastering me makes you sound nice. What am I?

Not formal, I'm cool, I'm hip. I'm language on the street's script. Use me right, and you might blend, in conversations that twist and bend. What am I?

Seeking knowledge, I take my place, in desks aligned with eager grace. A subject to conquer, a language to chase, I scribble notes at my own pace. Who am I?