At times I wonder if I’ll ever reach the status of alumni. My studies are so daunting, like brick walls that keep crumbling down on me. My degree shines above me like a last breath of life, and yet I feel I’ll suffocate before I ever reach it.
College is a transitional time. Being an adult, nominally, but so much of your life is still tied up in high school paradigms. When you look back on your school years, there is a sense of pride in completing the course, and being part of an institution and a body of fellow graduates. Diverse, yet with a common uniting bond.
Alumni. Something I don’t really understand. It’s a word I’ve never come across, but that’s life I guess. You face things your not used to. All about experience right?
To be honest, maybe I’ll never know what alumni is.
Maybe I’ll look it up?
Mazgoesrawr
they’re old school.
the ones who come back and they know to
drop by the hotspots where the cool rule
because it’s their school.
light or bright light often associated with spirits or something nice word happy sounding and peaceful sounds like illuminated probably from same origin. Yellow.
chris
Alumni, that’s a funny word given that I’m in college at the moment. It’s also sort of a boring word. Well, I could comment, for example, that alumni is a word referring to more than one person — otherwise it’s alumnus or alumna. I do like the word alumna. I wonder whether, in general, there is any use in having female versions of words. It seems somewhat pointless unless, in that particular field, there’s any difference among genders, which I doubt would be very common at all.
a follower, a sponge, the one who wants more, that one day will get it all.
Camila Cadavid
The alumni association puts out a newsletter telling what other alumni are doing. I get two. From the two colleges I have degrees from. I do not get them from the other two colleges I attended.
After all those years of putting my money into that school that was my only home, my granddaughter applies. She is as dumb as a door nail, but she will get in because of my legacy. I am sorry, great school, It is all my fault.
resources and war oh no that was another word. The alumni are we. Who ever wants to learn something has to think about teaching as well.
nico
No tengo idea que quiere decir alumni, pero suena alumno y ya no quiero ser un alumno. Debe ser el eterno proceso en el que uno ya no quiere ser aprendiz sino enseñar. Peor que enseñar que valga la pena cuando uno no lo encuentra para si? quien me enseñara?
Matias Suarez
Alumni. The first thing I think of is how there are different scholarships for colleges if your parents are alumni from the school. I guess I’ve just been thinking a lot about colleges lately. The end of high school is approaching and I’m becoming more and more stressed.
Rebecca
“Hi, my name is Ernest Byner, former member of the Cleveland Browns. Can you tell me where the pro players alumni charity basketball game’s being played?”
I hate the word alumni, because it reminds me of my highschool yearbook teacher. Every other class period ranting and raving about yearbook ads, who’s an alumni, who will buy, who will not buy. The two conniving bitches that I befriended the beginning of 11th grade, who are now two of my biggest enemies.
Alumni. Silence. Alumni. Resentment. Bitterness. Lack of clarity, lack of focus, lack of appreciation, lack of respect. Accomplishment. Achievement. Confusion.
One day I’ll be a part of one. I’ll be famous and successful, and everyone who’s a part of it will know exactly who I am. They’ll be proud when I come to their meetings, seeing that someone so successful made it through.
“I hate you,” Chrissy said. “I just don’t give a damn if LSU is where you went, Mom.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and underneath that, her eyes rolled.
“Shut up, Chris. Just shut up.” Her mom’s eyes were different; a tear rolled down from one.
people who pay to much for paper, and get discounts for pretending to still be in the college crowd.
Z
they filled the corridors. All the way from here to the fourth floor. Stuffy and stale the sir aournd them clung as uncomfortable as they . They knew by now they shouls have had everything together- that was the plan. By now they were suppers to be successful and kind people. People with patience and wisdom. It was suppposed to be enough time for them to get over any pettiness between themselves- see a bigger picture. It hadn’t been long enough.
Sabrina Khan
Alumni. Aluminum. What is the difference? Would a rose smell as sweet if by another name?
Alumni is somebody who went to a school but graduated.
Aluminum is a handy tool for wrapping, covering, and cooking.
Aluminum could also be used to make a spaceship and an outdoor oven.
Great alumni? Ha. What a silly, pretentious award. We reward people with a big pretentious ceremony because they’re a business tycoon and make lots of money? Whatever happened to rewarding people who actually made a positive difference in the world?
Anonymous
Do I miss you? Oh. You better believe it! I am the committee chair for the alumni of the school of desperation and heartache. Take comfort in this knowledge, dear one. Please.
alumni are very intelligent people. they learn new things. per definition. that is a great way of living, isn’t it? also there is a funny little resemblance with the word aluminum. maybe that has a deeper meaning. probably not.
Dominik
stand and remove your caps, you are the class of 2010. You are bright stars in the universe among scholars.
light and greatness makes you feel loved and alive.
you want nothing eles but that
rosey
Once I’ll an alumni, and all of today’s present will be memories. With new adventures to come, new fears, new lovers, new stories, new memories.
Alice
Alumni. My dad is one. My mom is one. I guess you could say I’m one. Not really, I think college means Alumni. My dads an Alumni of Stanford. But no pressure or anything. Not like that’s my dream college or anything. But you know, whatever. Alumni. Interesting word to pic oneword.com. Nice choice. Hard to write about. But like I just did! :)
He was an alumni of a very strange, little known school. Why was it unknown? Why, because it was underground – literally. It was a hidden school for gifted people – and by gifted I don’t mean “extremely intelligent”. I mean powerful, dangerous. Inhuman.
Rachael
I’ve never known what the fuck the word alumni means. I always see it all over my college’s campus- there’s an alumni house, alumni clothing in the book store, and just the word generally floating around everywhere. I’ll admit I automatically associate it with frat kids, you know, and sororities. Therefore the same contempt that I assign to those particular associations are assigned to alumni as well, which is unfair because I don’t know anything about what it may be.
“I’m sorry. But I Think you’ve mistaken me for something I would never be.”
I didn’t understand what it meant at first when he told me those lines when we last had that conversation until I realized he dropped out from school to follow his artistic endeavors. He’s too abstract for architecture, too complicated for simple science and geometry. So as I skim through this yearbook on his funeral, I realized he achieved the most — out of everyone in this room — of what this city has to offer. All he had to do is follow his ambitions and embrace it and he succeeded. It’s just ironic that people never really looked — including me — what his true potentials are. Just for the fact that he didn’t finish university and never became an alumni just like the rest of us.
They made our University what it is. We owe them and will become them. We are their legacy and their pride. We carry on their wishes and desires. We are them. They are us. We are Railsplitters.
I never found the word alumni to hold much meaning until I graduated from St Leonards College in Melbourne, Australia. There I attended high school and met some of the best people I’ve ever met. I’m proud to be a part of a group of such highly liked and respected people.
Harrison Baldwin
I miss elementary school so much. I wish I could go back to when everything was simple, and all was fun and games. Now everything is serious, barely anything is taken as a joke, and when I cry it’s not because I got a cut or I bumped into something. There’s always drama and half of the time I’m not even happy.
i wonder if I will ever be an alumni of any place. I don’t know how I will feel looking back on a place when I can’t even look forward right now.
anony217
Yuki didn’t know the meaning of alumni, but it never really came into her life. After all, how was one supoosed to use a word they didn’t even know? So, as far as she was concerned, the word alumni was totally useless beyond everything else. She took a drink of her coffee, grimacing at the burnt feeling of her toungue after the hot and unsugared drink went down her throat. Sometimes, really, she wondered if the word was maybe the meaning of life itself.
Michelle Goff
alumni usually get back together for homecoming football game at college or high school
they are amazed at the changes since they were in the education system
they remember their time with fondness and yet some with horror
The word rang in her head, its many meanings and the feelings associated with it splattering like raindrops through her already spinning thoughts. She didn’t have time to think about this, didn’t have time to go back and see the people who had made four years of her life miserable. Alumni were supposed to be family to one another, were supposed to be a group that stuck by one another. They were supposed to be compatriots in the greater world. At least, that’s what she had been told. That’s what they had told her in those days, the days when she had been young and naive….
people who walk around my campus and think “wtf i dont remember college kids stumbling drunk to class”
Gina Mastrangelo
I look at the list of all those boys and girls and in-betweens nobody thinks about who are going to graduate this spring. Nice. All of them have gone through what I’m dealing with now.
Some of them will end up on rocket ships. Some of them will end up in pornos. You can never quite tell.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Huh?” Oh, right. Going glazed eyes in front of those sheets of black on white probably makes me look like a freak. “Nothing.”
At times I wonder if I’ll ever reach the status of alumni. My studies are so daunting, like brick walls that keep crumbling down on me. My degree shines above me like a last breath of life, and yet I feel I’ll suffocate before I ever reach it.
College is a transitional time. Being an adult, nominally, but so much of your life is still tied up in high school paradigms. When you look back on your school years, there is a sense of pride in completing the course, and being part of an institution and a body of fellow graduates. Diverse, yet with a common uniting bond.
Alumni. Something I don’t really understand. It’s a word I’ve never come across, but that’s life I guess. You face things your not used to. All about experience right?
To be honest, maybe I’ll never know what alumni is.
Maybe I’ll look it up?
they’re old school.
the ones who come back and they know to
drop by the hotspots where the cool rule
because it’s their school.
light or bright light often associated with spirits or something nice word happy sounding and peaceful sounds like illuminated probably from same origin. Yellow.
Alumni, that’s a funny word given that I’m in college at the moment. It’s also sort of a boring word. Well, I could comment, for example, that alumni is a word referring to more than one person — otherwise it’s alumnus or alumna. I do like the word alumna. I wonder whether, in general, there is any use in having female versions of words. It seems somewhat pointless unless, in that particular field, there’s any difference among genders, which I doubt would be very common at all.
After graduation
Leaving the
University I loved
Making my way in the real world
Never turning back
I miss those days.
a follower, a sponge, the one who wants more, that one day will get it all.
The alumni association puts out a newsletter telling what other alumni are doing. I get two. From the two colleges I have degrees from. I do not get them from the other two colleges I attended.
After all those years of putting my money into that school that was my only home, my granddaughter applies. She is as dumb as a door nail, but she will get in because of my legacy. I am sorry, great school, It is all my fault.
resources and war oh no that was another word. The alumni are we. Who ever wants to learn something has to think about teaching as well.
No tengo idea que quiere decir alumni, pero suena alumno y ya no quiero ser un alumno. Debe ser el eterno proceso en el que uno ya no quiere ser aprendiz sino enseñar. Peor que enseñar que valga la pena cuando uno no lo encuentra para si? quien me enseñara?
Alumni. The first thing I think of is how there are different scholarships for colleges if your parents are alumni from the school. I guess I’ve just been thinking a lot about colleges lately. The end of high school is approaching and I’m becoming more and more stressed.
“Hi, my name is Ernest Byner, former member of the Cleveland Browns. Can you tell me where the pro players alumni charity basketball game’s being played?”
“What’s your name again?”
“Ernest Byner.”
“No.”
I hate the word alumni, because it reminds me of my highschool yearbook teacher. Every other class period ranting and raving about yearbook ads, who’s an alumni, who will buy, who will not buy. The two conniving bitches that I befriended the beginning of 11th grade, who are now two of my biggest enemies.
Alumni. Silence. Alumni. Resentment. Bitterness. Lack of clarity, lack of focus, lack of appreciation, lack of respect. Accomplishment. Achievement. Confusion.
One day I’ll be a part of one. I’ll be famous and successful, and everyone who’s a part of it will know exactly who I am. They’ll be proud when I come to their meetings, seeing that someone so successful made it through.
“I hate you,” Chrissy said. “I just don’t give a damn if LSU is where you went, Mom.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and underneath that, her eyes rolled.
“Shut up, Chris. Just shut up.” Her mom’s eyes were different; a tear rolled down from one.
people who pay to much for paper, and get discounts for pretending to still be in the college crowd.
they filled the corridors. All the way from here to the fourth floor. Stuffy and stale the sir aournd them clung as uncomfortable as they . They knew by now they shouls have had everything together- that was the plan. By now they were suppers to be successful and kind people. People with patience and wisdom. It was suppposed to be enough time for them to get over any pettiness between themselves- see a bigger picture. It hadn’t been long enough.
Alumni. Aluminum. What is the difference? Would a rose smell as sweet if by another name?
Alumni is somebody who went to a school but graduated.
Aluminum is a handy tool for wrapping, covering, and cooking.
Aluminum could also be used to make a spaceship and an outdoor oven.
Alumni, however, would not make a good spaceship.
Great alumni? Ha. What a silly, pretentious award. We reward people with a big pretentious ceremony because they’re a business tycoon and make lots of money? Whatever happened to rewarding people who actually made a positive difference in the world?
Do I miss you? Oh. You better believe it! I am the committee chair for the alumni of the school of desperation and heartache. Take comfort in this knowledge, dear one. Please.
alumni are very intelligent people. they learn new things. per definition. that is a great way of living, isn’t it? also there is a funny little resemblance with the word aluminum. maybe that has a deeper meaning. probably not.
stand and remove your caps, you are the class of 2010. You are bright stars in the universe among scholars.
light and greatness makes you feel loved and alive.
you want nothing eles but that
Once I’ll an alumni, and all of today’s present will be memories. With new adventures to come, new fears, new lovers, new stories, new memories.
Alumni. My dad is one. My mom is one. I guess you could say I’m one. Not really, I think college means Alumni. My dads an Alumni of Stanford. But no pressure or anything. Not like that’s my dream college or anything. But you know, whatever. Alumni. Interesting word to pic oneword.com. Nice choice. Hard to write about. But like I just did! :)
He was an alumni of a very strange, little known school. Why was it unknown? Why, because it was underground – literally. It was a hidden school for gifted people – and by gifted I don’t mean “extremely intelligent”. I mean powerful, dangerous. Inhuman.
I’ve never known what the fuck the word alumni means. I always see it all over my college’s campus- there’s an alumni house, alumni clothing in the book store, and just the word generally floating around everywhere. I’ll admit I automatically associate it with frat kids, you know, and sororities. Therefore the same contempt that I assign to those particular associations are assigned to alumni as well, which is unfair because I don’t know anything about what it may be.
“I’m sorry. But I Think you’ve mistaken me for something I would never be.”
I didn’t understand what it meant at first when he told me those lines when we last had that conversation until I realized he dropped out from school to follow his artistic endeavors. He’s too abstract for architecture, too complicated for simple science and geometry. So as I skim through this yearbook on his funeral, I realized he achieved the most — out of everyone in this room — of what this city has to offer. All he had to do is follow his ambitions and embrace it and he succeeded. It’s just ironic that people never really looked — including me — what his true potentials are. Just for the fact that he didn’t finish university and never became an alumni just like the rest of us.
They made our University what it is. We owe them and will become them. We are their legacy and their pride. We carry on their wishes and desires. We are them. They are us. We are Railsplitters.
I never found the word alumni to hold much meaning until I graduated from St Leonards College in Melbourne, Australia. There I attended high school and met some of the best people I’ve ever met. I’m proud to be a part of a group of such highly liked and respected people.
I miss elementary school so much. I wish I could go back to when everything was simple, and all was fun and games. Now everything is serious, barely anything is taken as a joke, and when I cry it’s not because I got a cut or I bumped into something. There’s always drama and half of the time I’m not even happy.
i wonder if I will ever be an alumni of any place. I don’t know how I will feel looking back on a place when I can’t even look forward right now.
Yuki didn’t know the meaning of alumni, but it never really came into her life. After all, how was one supoosed to use a word they didn’t even know? So, as far as she was concerned, the word alumni was totally useless beyond everything else. She took a drink of her coffee, grimacing at the burnt feeling of her toungue after the hot and unsugared drink went down her throat. Sometimes, really, she wondered if the word was maybe the meaning of life itself.
alumni usually get back together for homecoming football game at college or high school
they are amazed at the changes since they were in the education system
they remember their time with fondness and yet some with horror
Alumni…
The word rang in her head, its many meanings and the feelings associated with it splattering like raindrops through her already spinning thoughts. She didn’t have time to think about this, didn’t have time to go back and see the people who had made four years of her life miserable. Alumni were supposed to be family to one another, were supposed to be a group that stuck by one another. They were supposed to be compatriots in the greater world. At least, that’s what she had been told. That’s what they had told her in those days, the days when she had been young and naive….
people who walk around my campus and think “wtf i dont remember college kids stumbling drunk to class”
I look at the list of all those boys and girls and in-betweens nobody thinks about who are going to graduate this spring. Nice. All of them have gone through what I’m dealing with now.
Some of them will end up on rocket ships. Some of them will end up in pornos. You can never quite tell.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Huh?” Oh, right. Going glazed eyes in front of those sheets of black on white probably makes me look like a freak. “Nothing.”
“Yeah. Sure.”