Alumni. I wonder what it’s gonna be like when I am one. I still have 3 more years to go, but I guess those are going to go by pretty quick. I think it’s frightening to become an alumni, especially in college. I have no idea what’s waiting for me on the other side of this
I’ve never been alumni before. I’ve never known what it means. Next year, I will. I’ll walk back through those doors and they’ll all whisper, “She was a graduate from ’11.” And I’ll smile and nod and know that I don’t belong there anymore. I’ll belong somewhere else.
she was smiling and twirling in circles, her body moving in ways that only she could move. she was beautiful and I was nothing. I wasn’t worth a minute of her time. too scared to talk to her i stood by the wall watching
i’ve always found it strange that when you graduate, you are given an alumni e-mail address, as if to reward you. Is this a new trophy? New graduation ring? “Everyone, look, I went to Stanford!”
Alumni is an interesting idea in general because it illustrates a kind of connection that’s relatively new–being bound by one experience but nothing else. In human past we often were unable to even make such a connection, but now, with the advent of computers and large-scale civilization, we can find somebody we never even saw in school and suddenly have something to share. Even when spread through time, we can remember the place, and find a common bond.
just a fase that should last forever. the best status of our life… the beggining of knowing of being of feeling and flying! lets study all our lifes and burst with knwoledge.
a class and people on the class that you know about from college and school like highschool and you can love them and hate them but mostly hate them. teachers and shit know them and all that. idk i dont have alumni cuz im still in highschool
swdf
time bends as I see you
the same under layers we have added
years, lines
two small versions of you skip by your side
stick in hand
how can we be us
anymore?
it makes me think of aluminum like cheap iron man foes or the siding of houses nothing like the actual definition of alumni, except not that ive said this i tink of those great pics of the JSA in group shots in the 1940s
I guess that being one was the best time of my life, learning about the imense stuff that happened and could happen, the exact ciences… evertything. The girls were also a big X in the equation thought.
She had wandered into the alumni reunion. These people were taller and stockier, louder. She wondered what they had been like at her age and if she would undergo the same transformation. They made her nervous.
Alumni are those college students who actually graduated. They put in the time and effort and enough money to make it through all the way to the end whether to their original goal or not. Many alumni will have changed their course of study multiple times before finishing up their degree and maintaining the elite status known as alumni.
i really don’t know what you are talking about. this word – to me – it doesn’t even exist. it reminds me death note’s opening song and aluminio, but nothing much. maybe its just aluminio in english
My mother, the super star, was an alumni. My grandmother, the kind one, was an alumni. Hell, my great-grandmother was an alumni. Now it seems that I have no choice but to go. I’m the last person you would suspect to finish colledge.
They have jobs, some of them have no jobs. I guess that makes them bums on the street. Maybe that will be me, in one year. One year and I will be an alum. When the come together for homecoming, the best events of the year, they take over the campus so that it doesn’t feel like ours anymore. But I can forgive them, because I know that one year, one skip, one jump from now I will be with them, treasuring each moment we spend again in the our own dear company.
Alumni – I am reminded of those old boys who gather at dinners in suits and school ties. Talking loudly, eating quietly – rarely at the same time – the sound of knives and forks. I would stand infront of them in my waistcoat. Some of them had medals. Though it was never really clear what the medals were for. They enjoyed the finer things, but didn’t really know what the finer things were.
Alumni means a scholar type of person, yes? I think so…Though, to me, it sounds like another word for aluminum…if that’s even how you spell it. Oh, well. It is a smart person, to say the least, haha. Oh no, it’s turning darker.
what a clumsy word this is? Why can’t we talk about ex-students, without dressing it in something probably derived from Latin or Greek. Or is it designed to make us feel more important than we really are, in the hope we will dig in our pockets for money in gratitude that they’ve addressed us with such reverence?
That used to be me. I was her once. long ago. I’m cold now, never growing or moving on. sad. I remember what that was like. One day I shall be her again, but never in the same way.
What does alumni even mean? I don’t know. At all. It’s ridiculous. I should be able to ask for a word that I know what it means. I’m fourteen. I have no idea what alumni is. It sounds like some kind of Star Wars thing or something. I’ve never seen Star Wars, so this is just guess work. It could mean anything. It could be something really sexual and dodgy for all I know. It sounds familiar, true, but I still have no idea what it means. Is alumni even the word I’m meant to be writing about? Is there a different word that I just haven’t spotted because I’m stupid? They really ought to make this a bit easier and less complicated. It’s all very well and good making your website look nice, but if it isn’t fit for purpose, it’s just a waste of time. Next time, use words that everyone over the age of five understands. Just a hint.
Alumni is a great way to reconnect with people who you might have forgotten over the years. It’s a nice way to meet friends which you made during your school years, and it surely is a great deal of fun.
What are we after we leave our youth? Those days laughing, crying, the sun in your hair. Our greatest fears and our greatest victories? When we can’t ever go back, give up, go away.
stundet i guess, in lack of a better word. i forget so often. want to remember but live in a big blank. i am one, of life. will always be. if i ever stop. kill me. they i’ve stoped living anyway.
I have no idea what the heck alumni even is. Uh, help? Why am I even doing this?! I should be working on my project!! Note to self: look up alumni! Hey…the bar has mile marks. Or is it…I forget. I NEED TO WORK ON MY PROJECT STUPID STUMBLEUPON -dies-
Girf.
Aluminum?
Look at you, you fucking school boy. With your academic pout, your tweeds, your fucking hornrimmed fucking glasses, and your hunch. How useless, how wonderfully wasteful. You think this matters, don’t you?
i have this friend who is an a alumni from Princeton and we go out clubbing with this friends. when we go over to the club he makes sure i get in the club. he is like my big brother who thinks like a pal. during one of our party hopping weekends, we went to Penn State University. we run into these group of college students. they were intoxicated like we were. one of the guys from their pack was recklessly drunk that he started bad mouthing my pals and i. we were mature about the situation and did not mind them at first, but when his friend joined in, thats when shit hits the fan. a friend from our mob, retaliated back with some hurtful words. then the two groups got into a huge arguement. it progessively got more violent until one of my pals started to walk oer yonder. you see this two groups of people pacing towards one another. you didnt know what was going to go on next. one of then could throw the a punch or pull out a gun. but it did not turn out to be extreme. my pal and one of their person got into each other’s face then my pal threw the first strike. immidiately after that, you can hear both of the crowds and the spectators from the background let out a big gasp. then the brawl happened. it was great! it felt great when you get that adreline rush throughout your whole body and punching people when they are too busy trying not to get hit by the next person. i did that often because everyone was too old for me to handle so i was just sting like a playful money trying to annoy somebody.
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once you’ve completed something, you can look fondly upon that place. an alumni is osmeone who’s been through what you, the current student, is going through. an alumni understands you, the alumni knows what you’re talking about and has seen this through you eyes.
I remember when I left I thought I would never return. The hallways closed behind me as I walked out the door. I did not look back. I did not need to look back.
Coming back was not a matter of choice. It was what I needed to do.
Why do we return to the places of pain? Why must there always be another lesson to learn?
I know I truly need to hear from you. Simply to answer a few questions.
Relief poured through me when I interpreted this a different way…that you needed to hear from me. God, yes!
So, when does the alumni group from Coping U get together?!
Perhaps helpful literature could be shared. Just sayin’.
That won’t help.
And yet…
…!
(Therein lies part of the problem, right?)
It was here that everything happened. I watched the seasons change along with the people surrounding me.
Environmentally friendly. A word that sounds smart but is a trick. Personal and not wanting to belong. Big fat letters. Curvy Figure
Alumni. I wonder what it’s gonna be like when I am one. I still have 3 more years to go, but I guess those are going to go by pretty quick. I think it’s frightening to become an alumni, especially in college. I have no idea what’s waiting for me on the other side of this
I’ve never been alumni before. I’ve never known what it means. Next year, I will. I’ll walk back through those doors and they’ll all whisper, “She was a graduate from ’11.” And I’ll smile and nod and know that I don’t belong there anymore. I’ll belong somewhere else.
she was smiling and twirling in circles, her body moving in ways that only she could move. she was beautiful and I was nothing. I wasn’t worth a minute of her time. too scared to talk to her i stood by the wall watching
i thought that was everything i ever wanted to achieve, to go to university and be part of something bigger than me, a community… i guess
college. friends. shared experiences. fear. so much time. comparing. judgment. not children any more. moving on, and beyond. yikes this is hard!!!
i’ve always found it strange that when you graduate, you are given an alumni e-mail address, as if to reward you. Is this a new trophy? New graduation ring? “Everyone, look, I went to Stanford!”
Alumni is an interesting idea in general because it illustrates a kind of connection that’s relatively new–being bound by one experience but nothing else. In human past we often were unable to even make such a connection, but now, with the advent of computers and large-scale civilization, we can find somebody we never even saw in school and suddenly have something to share. Even when spread through time, we can remember the place, and find a common bond.
Alumni. Everyone is an alumnus of something. Today? I’m an alumnus of wakefulness. No sleep for the wicked, I guess.
just a fase that should last forever. the best status of our life… the beggining of knowing of being of feeling and flying! lets study all our lifes and burst with knwoledge.
a class and people on the class that you know about from college and school like highschool and you can love them and hate them but mostly hate them. teachers and shit know them and all that. idk i dont have alumni cuz im still in highschool
swdf
time bends as I see you
the same under layers we have added
years, lines
two small versions of you skip by your side
stick in hand
how can we be us
anymore?
it makes me think of aluminum like cheap iron man foes or the siding of houses nothing like the actual definition of alumni, except not that ive said this i tink of those great pics of the JSA in group shots in the 1940s
I guess that being one was the best time of my life, learning about the imense stuff that happened and could happen, the exact ciences… evertything. The girls were also a big X in the equation thought.
She had wandered into the alumni reunion. These people were taller and stockier, louder. She wondered what they had been like at her age and if she would undergo the same transformation. They made her nervous.
Alumni are those college students who actually graduated. They put in the time and effort and enough money to make it through all the way to the end whether to their original goal or not. Many alumni will have changed their course of study multiple times before finishing up their degree and maintaining the elite status known as alumni.
i really don’t know what you are talking about. this word – to me – it doesn’t even exist. it reminds me death note’s opening song and aluminio, but nothing much. maybe its just aluminio in english
My mother, the super star, was an alumni. My grandmother, the kind one, was an alumni. Hell, my great-grandmother was an alumni. Now it seems that I have no choice but to go. I’m the last person you would suspect to finish colledge.
They have jobs, some of them have no jobs. I guess that makes them bums on the street. Maybe that will be me, in one year. One year and I will be an alum. When the come together for homecoming, the best events of the year, they take over the campus so that it doesn’t feel like ours anymore. But I can forgive them, because I know that one year, one skip, one jump from now I will be with them, treasuring each moment we spend again in the our own dear company.
Past. Burned long ago. Passions rekindled in memory of yesteryear. Warm dusk smoking till dawn.
Alumni – I am reminded of those old boys who gather at dinners in suits and school ties. Talking loudly, eating quietly – rarely at the same time – the sound of knives and forks. I would stand infront of them in my waistcoat. Some of them had medals. Though it was never really clear what the medals were for. They enjoyed the finer things, but didn’t really know what the finer things were.
Alumni means a scholar type of person, yes? I think so…Though, to me, it sounds like another word for aluminum…if that’s even how you spell it. Oh, well. It is a smart person, to say the least, haha. Oh no, it’s turning darker.
what a clumsy word this is? Why can’t we talk about ex-students, without dressing it in something probably derived from Latin or Greek. Or is it designed to make us feel more important than we really are, in the hope we will dig in our pockets for money in gratitude that they’ve addressed us with such reverence?
That used to be me. I was her once. long ago. I’m cold now, never growing or moving on. sad. I remember what that was like. One day I shall be her again, but never in the same way.
What does alumni even mean? I don’t know. At all. It’s ridiculous. I should be able to ask for a word that I know what it means. I’m fourteen. I have no idea what alumni is. It sounds like some kind of Star Wars thing or something. I’ve never seen Star Wars, so this is just guess work. It could mean anything. It could be something really sexual and dodgy for all I know. It sounds familiar, true, but I still have no idea what it means. Is alumni even the word I’m meant to be writing about? Is there a different word that I just haven’t spotted because I’m stupid? They really ought to make this a bit easier and less complicated. It’s all very well and good making your website look nice, but if it isn’t fit for purpose, it’s just a waste of time. Next time, use words that everyone over the age of five understands. Just a hint.
Alumni is a great way to reconnect with people who you might have forgotten over the years. It’s a nice way to meet friends which you made during your school years, and it surely is a great deal of fun.
What are we after we leave our youth? Those days laughing, crying, the sun in your hair. Our greatest fears and our greatest victories? When we can’t ever go back, give up, go away.
stundet i guess, in lack of a better word. i forget so often. want to remember but live in a big blank. i am one, of life. will always be. if i ever stop. kill me. they i’ve stoped living anyway.
I have no idea what the heck alumni even is. Uh, help? Why am I even doing this?! I should be working on my project!! Note to self: look up alumni! Hey…the bar has mile marks. Or is it…I forget. I NEED TO WORK ON MY PROJECT STUPID STUMBLEUPON -dies-
Girf.
Aluminum?
Look at you, you fucking school boy. With your academic pout, your tweeds, your fucking hornrimmed fucking glasses, and your hunch. How useless, how wonderfully wasteful. You think this matters, don’t you?
i have this friend who is an a alumni from Princeton and we go out clubbing with this friends. when we go over to the club he makes sure i get in the club. he is like my big brother who thinks like a pal. during one of our party hopping weekends, we went to Penn State University. we run into these group of college students. they were intoxicated like we were. one of the guys from their pack was recklessly drunk that he started bad mouthing my pals and i. we were mature about the situation and did not mind them at first, but when his friend joined in, thats when shit hits the fan. a friend from our mob, retaliated back with some hurtful words. then the two groups got into a huge arguement. it progessively got more violent until one of my pals started to walk oer yonder. you see this two groups of people pacing towards one another. you didnt know what was going to go on next. one of then could throw the a punch or pull out a gun. but it did not turn out to be extreme. my pal and one of their person got into each other’s face then my pal threw the first strike. immidiately after that, you can hear both of the crowds and the spectators from the background let out a big gasp. then the brawl happened. it was great! it felt great when you get that adreline rush throughout your whole body and punching people when they are too busy trying not to get hit by the next person. i did that often because everyone was too old for me to handle so i was just sting like a playful money trying to annoy somebody.
They are the ones that come before us.
Those who have made it past, those who survived the struggle
those who somehow
managed to make it
and those who
give us hope
that we will make it too.
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Foil is good for roasting turkeys, keeping food fresh lol
foil is good for turkeys
once you’ve completed something, you can look fondly upon that place. an alumni is osmeone who’s been through what you, the current student, is going through. an alumni understands you, the alumni knows what you’re talking about and has seen this through you eyes.
They sling their bag over their shoulders. Book filled bags. Hand in hand with friends.
Why did I come back?
I was never meant to return. I do not belong here.
I remember when I left I thought I would never return. The hallways closed behind me as I walked out the door. I did not look back. I did not need to look back.
Coming back was not a matter of choice. It was what I needed to do.
Why do we return to the places of pain? Why must there always be another lesson to learn?