Tales of a College Freshman by thenandmshow, literature
Literature
Tales of a College Freshman
Tales of a College Freshman
I suppose it all staeted when in 10th grade. My AP Euro teacher, Mr.Power, had told us "You can either have friends now or later." Only being 15, I chuckled alongside my classmates, thinking that it was silly we'd ever be without friends. They were essential for our existence as young people. I wouldn't ever be friendless. I should've taken his advice more seriously.
Let me describe myself. My name is Morgan. I'm 18 years old and a freshman in college. I study English. I'm an AVID tutor at the high school I graduated from, Ramona. I have a boyfriend, I have a best friend, and I have a relatively easy schedule. I
“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
A single silver thread. A thread that spans the entire circumference of the world. I travel along this thread, it’s bound to my side. I can an infinite amount of stardust floating about me. I see people moving, people still. I blink, someone stops moving, I blink again, someone new moves. I am golden.
I sway through the stars, I live. I stop and let myself float, I am dead. What am I? Am I like them? Do I move? Am I still? Alive or dead? I do not know
“Very well, young one, you have made a wise choice. Please begin phase two men.” Footsteps echoed towards the direction of the door, it opening and shutting. The machine was lifted away from my body and the blades silenced. A sharp pain coursed from my chest, my body convulsed outward from its shackles. Flashes of my previous experiences in that wretched hall played before my eyes in a random and nonsensical manner, enough to rouse a response in me, and therefore create a boiling hot sensation in my stomach. Most of the men in the room remarked how they had never seen something so bright and that I was showing remarkable progress.
New experiences can be delightful, can’t they? What is more delightful than taking flight and finding your own adventure out in the world? For little girls, such as myself, I never knew any better. I thought that when I was offered a journey to Heaven to be under the King himself, being watched for potential and wisdom, and then chosen from so many other little girls, I was the luckiest angel to ever spread its wings. Children my age are blind, however, to the corruptions of the world revealed to us in our later years. I reflect now, as an adult, on the complications that lead me to my peculiar and particular situation.
It all began wh
Tales of a College Freshman by thenandmshow, literature
Literature
Tales of a College Freshman
Tales of a College Freshman
I suppose it all staeted when in 10th grade. My AP Euro teacher, Mr.Power, had told us "You can either have friends now or later." Only being 15, I chuckled alongside my classmates, thinking that it was silly we'd ever be without friends. They were essential for our existence as young people. I wouldn't ever be friendless. I should've taken his advice more seriously.
Let me describe myself. My name is Morgan. I'm 18 years old and a freshman in college. I study English. I'm an AVID tutor at the high school I graduated from, Ramona. I have a boyfriend, I have a best friend, and I have a relatively easy schedule. I
“His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
A single silver thread. A thread that spans the entire circumference of the world. I travel along this thread, it’s bound to my side. I can an infinite amount of stardust floating about me. I see people moving, people still. I blink, someone stops moving, I blink again, someone new moves. I am golden.
I sway through the stars, I live. I stop and let myself float, I am dead. What am I? Am I like them? Do I move? Am I still? Alive or dead? I do not know
“Very well, young one, you have made a wise choice. Please begin phase two men.” Footsteps echoed towards the direction of the door, it opening and shutting. The machine was lifted away from my body and the blades silenced. A sharp pain coursed from my chest, my body convulsed outward from its shackles. Flashes of my previous experiences in that wretched hall played before my eyes in a random and nonsensical manner, enough to rouse a response in me, and therefore create a boiling hot sensation in my stomach. Most of the men in the room remarked how they had never seen something so bright and that I was showing remarkable progress.
New experiences can be delightful, can’t they? What is more delightful than taking flight and finding your own adventure out in the world? For little girls, such as myself, I never knew any better. I thought that when I was offered a journey to Heaven to be under the King himself, being watched for potential and wisdom, and then chosen from so many other little girls, I was the luckiest angel to ever spread its wings. Children my age are blind, however, to the corruptions of the world revealed to us in our later years. I reflect now, as an adult, on the complications that lead me to my peculiar and particular situation.
It all began wh
My name is Morgan, I'm 18 years old, and I am a freshman in college, pursuing a degree in English. I like to read and write, as you can well imagine for an English major, but I also like anime, drawing, video games, wasting my life on Tumblr, the usual.
Feel free to send me a message if you ever want to talk~