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Write a story about someone going back to school as a mature student.

Posted in High School on Oct 26, 2022

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Back To School

Submitted to Contest #54

The thing , I was missing, was Yesterday's me. It is not that awesome as you think. School is the place where almost everyone does not want to be. ' Being different from others is my speciality.' I never missed a single day of school till now. I wish, I can go to school even on holidays. I wasn't good enough to be a rank holder. It doesn't matter to me whether others like this or not. One thing I can say about me i.e. I was a complete mess. "I always worried about being judged. Not find good friends who will stand by your side in the time of...

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You Figure It Out

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Dr. Jayne Maine University of Presque “Things We Think” Paper presented at a conference held on a campus where they served excellent seafood. Conference was on Literature and Thinking. That’s all you need to know. (Great conference theme.) What are some of the things we think? Is it really true that the brain slows down and gets twisted like an old grape vine as a person ages? Is it true we all go down hill after a certain point, but never on a sled because hip replacements are expensive? Is it true there’s no cure for dementia...

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Us and Them

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I was pretentious in my first year at Sydney University. I'm not ashamed to say it now. I used words that were too big and I didn't know the meaning of. I only read Herman Hesse, Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Jack Kerouac. My wardrobe consisted of black skinny leg jeans, black t-shirts and Doc Martens. My efforts at expressing my individuality, my personality, lumped me into the 'arty-goth-emo crowd'. We complained about the status quo and talked like we knew something about politics and philosophy. In reality, we knew quite a bit more about fonts ...

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Schooled

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It was a dark and stormy night. Clichéd, I know, but clichés are clichéd for a reason. Storms hold so much potential because they are so dangerous. Car crashes, lightning strikes, ghost sightings, and the like happen most often during a storm. Still, there’s something magical about storms. The way the wind, rain, and energy circle around a single point of calmness. Like the eye of the storm is blind to itself, oblivious to the world around it and the destruction that follows like a loyal puppy. Kids can be like that. Going through life wit...

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write about love

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My academic advisor wears reading glasses whose pearly lanyard wraps around her head. When she’s disappointed in me, she takes off her glasses, letting them hang dejected down her neck. Her skin glistens, toad-like, as I notice with many older women. My own has begun thinning recently, and I fear everyone sees.  But my academic advisor, she does not care about my skin. I doubt she cares about me either. But she does care about the reputation of her creative writing department. The entire university already looks down on the Master of ...

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The Secret Diary of Donna Merchant, aged 50 and Three Quarters

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I last kept a diary when I was in my twenties. The same applies for going to university. So I may as well start both again at the same time. I can abandon the diary any time I please. Theoretically that also applies to the university course. But only theoretically!      There are many reasons why persons of maturer years go to university, very few of which apply to me. 1.  Didn’t have the chance earlier on in life. No. Not true. I did my BA at the normal time of life....

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The Surrealist Academy

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Two men are boxing on a trampoline while politely discussing the sexual context of a 14th century Persian poet's work. The dark haired one seems to believe there was latent bestiality suggested in the poet's pentameter, while the bald man insists that there has never been a clearer case of asexual sonnets. Suddenly a six foot bodybuilder races toward the men carrying a giant Styrofoam hammer, that must still weigh fifty pounds due to its size, but she wields it expertly and the men run off in exaggerated fear, as the muscular woman bashes th...

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In Ten Years Time!

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(Write a story about someone going back to school as a mature student.) Well here I sit!    Seems a sad and solitary comment for one beginning on a new and exciting adventure!  Well I may as well get on with it.  Hello I’m Kate.  The last time I sat in a formal classroom was many moons ago.  In truth, watching and listening to the other students, it also seems like it was in a land far far away. It is our first class and I feel like I am in a foreign place.  The dress and language and share...

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His Little School Girl Gets A Second Chance

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“Are you serious I am too old to do that?” Erica Madison stretched her tanned legs out in front of her, and reached down and pulled up the left ankle-length sock, and straightened the toe part of the other. She cut her eyes back up at the African-American male with copper-colored skin sitting next to her on the cozy, over sized couch. Jonathan Fountain stared at Erica with his deep, hazel-eyes glittering in the reflection of the overhead light in the living room. “I think you are wrong. You never finished your bachelors, why not? You could...

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Diploma

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In the old school days we often joked about women, those pompous politicians, the insufferable teachers and the athletes who had just ripped the teams off for the most outrageous contracts. But never did we rant more than on the futility of school. After all, if education was so important and formative as the pedants claimed, where would the drug dealers, the streetwalkers, the failures, and all the prodigal sons be? We all thought of education as something more pretentious, more aristocratic that the privileged set up to hide the ugly truth...

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The Autumn of my life

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The Autumn of my Life Suzanne Marsh Life sometimes has very strange twists and turns, mine began after I retired. College, I thought, at sixty five. That sounded insane even to me. I have never been one to be deterred once my mind is made up. I decided that what I really wanted to do was to become a writer, not journalism either. I wanted to write short stories. I suppose down deep in my inner self, I knew I really wanted to write. Strange how life gets in the way and it did for me. I married, raised three children and had ten grandchildre...

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College at Last

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I always did well in school. My grades never failed to make my parents smile, and my grandmother’s pride in me grew with each passing year. She started buying savings bonds for my college fund and swore I’d be the first in our family to go. So, in many ways, I assumed it was a foregone conclusion that in the fall of 1976, I would head to a prominent college with ivy-covered buildings. The dream grew more intense during middle school and my first two years of high school. Visions of sorority parties, football games, and professors with pat...

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Old School

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The beige veneer on the big oval table is peeling, revealing the tacky black glue underneath. The room is close and musty; maroon carpet tiles, greying plastic chairs. As Miles folds his arms, his leather jacket creaks and the students around the table turn to look at him. “Sorry,” he says, even though he is not. He likes his jacket; he doesn't care what the kids think. “Nice shoes, Old School,” says a young man in a tank top five sizes too big for him, headphones around his neck as if they are an accessory."Thanks, Fez," Miles says, gr...

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A Fresh Start

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           It is another humid Monday morning. Normally, I would be in my car en route to my job at the factory, but thanks to recent economic downfalls, my lengthy career as a forklift driver had come to an end. The factory recently declared bankruptcy, unable to reopen its doors after a global pandemic forced most businesses to shut down.            Today, I follow another path; a path down my street and through a park on my way to...

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Gray Hairs

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Gray Hairs By Patty Renfro-Wonderly “Damned old people coming in here raising the damned average. It’s like they’ve got nothing better to do. Gray hairs.” Jacob shook his head as I passed behind him to reach the door to my British History class. Violet shrugged, catching my eye with an apologetic bent to her head. I didn’t hear her reply but noticed Jacob’s reddened cheeks when they took their seats several rows behind me. As Professor Griffin entered, the lecture hall grew quiet except for a few students munching on snacks and the faint...

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