I am the alumni of a luminous, lucid heaven that not everyone knows… or shhh… is supposed to! It has its advantages – you sometimes run into someone who’s from there and has forgotten, or is as good at pretending. So you enjoy the game! One heck of an alumni association this!
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the end of high schools is getting closer and closer by the second, which is sort of frightening. i’ll no longer be a high school student, but an alum. i guess it’s true when they say all good things must come to an end in order to begin something greater. well, college here i come.
I took the ACT the other day. It was the University of Tennessee. As I sat waiting for my dad to come pick me up, I noticed someUT students having a paint war. It looked messy, but everyone was wearing white and I knew the shirts they would create from the war would be fun. There was a college band playing while the war went on.
Will these kids grow up after they become alumni, and do boring things like sit in an office all day and then go home to watch TV? Or will they keep their child-like spirirt with them throughout their lives?
I took the ACT the other day. It was the University of Tennessee. As I sat waiting for my dad to come pick me up, I noticed someUT students having a paint war. It looked messy, but everyone was wearing white and I knew the shirts they would create from the war would be fun. Ther was a college band playing while the war went on.
Will these kids grow up after they become alumni, and do boring things like sit in an office all day and then go home to watch TV? Or will they keep their child-like spirirt with them throughout their lives?
When I think of alumni I think of college graduates. Not only did I drop out of college but I originally dropped out of high school. I will never be an alumni but I wouldn’t want to be a 40 year old wanna be sorority bitch. I am happy with my choices so screw the word alumni.
The alumni from the college of mediocre doctors was having a bake sale. This was because the weren’t making any money from patients. But they are all patient, and still getting paid very well from the gov’t funded health care administration.
I never really understood the appeal of being an alumni. After you slave away at an institution for years of your life, and you finally become free, that is when they start asking you for money. College for example, I worked my butt off in college and I’m just know trying to make ends meet, no, I cannot donate!
I’m a college student so I hear this word all the time. I hear it being used in regards to those who have graduated but another application of the word is also relevant to many. Alumni of this relationship or that. This house or that family. Alumni of life. When your dead of course.
University and studying were a complete waste of time and I wish I wasn’t an alumna. Uni was boring and useless, and they keep sending me crap magazines that I don’t want. Post-grad was bollocks too, and graduation is pretentious wank. Sorry.
alumni. i am not a part of one because i am still in high school. all they are are these little groups that help people feel better about themselves. who honestly cares about them, they’re for when people are old and feel accomplished with their lives because they went to school
I don’t know if I can ever be called to become one with the alumni of life. Will anyone ever graduate from the ups and downs, twisting and turning of life?
I can’t wait to be the alumni of a colllege you know. Like NYU or columbia, except my mom doesn’t want me to go to NYU, she wants me to go to columbia. And its a great school and all, but seriously, sometiems I worry if she’s living my life, for her self. I want to attend NYU and be a teacher but she doesn’t want me too. I have to become a doctor and whatnot.
I’ve got more in me than you think. You may not even know what I am or who I am but I am, and that’s all you need to know. I smile, I laugh, and I sometimes watch you. I will watch. I watch and wait and discriminate. I’m shiny and silver but I’m actually not. I’m here but I’m POOF and you can’t see the light. You’re gone and it’s eating away at your soul.
Alumni, I met an alumni once, we had one of those terribly interesting conversations that people have when they go through the process of finding out they have nothing in common.
oshkosh west high school. it’s a place that i hate a lot. colleges that have extremely huge parties at the end of every year where people come back and brag about the amazing experiences that they had received at this college and how prestigious it was and that their lives are so awesome now because of it even though their wife is cheating on them, they’re slowly becoming an alcoholic, their son/daughter is suicidal and everything is falling apart.
the old come and go without much thought.
they pass their time moving onward…
they forget to remember that what was yesterday will remain…
and have importance without measure.
“oh, high school was the best time of my life” it’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. if high school is the best time of my life I might as well kill myself now, it would save me some misery
So there we were, all past alumini, All seated around the same table. One question peretrating everyones mind far deeper than any other thought. Who had killed katy basteball all those years ago,.
When I’m one for this school, I’ll remember all of the times that I’ve had, good and bad. Walking down the Quad on a sunny day with ice cream just watching the tightrope walking club. Dorm events, like the Yule Ball. Even finals week where no one really sleeps well until it’s over.
Having said all this, one can’t help but know that the Coping U alumni phrase that pays would be “wish you were here.” You could see it on everything, including even…say…a post card!
For the winter mornings I rode silently in the grey train carriage, the one at the back. Always some guy sleeping, a drunk wandering through, someone old with that lost look in their eye. I lived a good half hour from the end of the line. I rose in the dark, drove shivering, waiting for the heater that never started to kick in. Always parked at the far end of the torn bitumen car park, and waited, hands thrust deep into my pockets for the silver cars to clack up to platform B.
I already did this. What the hell. When I become an alumni to this university, I’ll look back on all the great times I’ve had here. Walking out on the quad on a nice day while just people watching and eating ice cream. The many lab reports. The togetherness of everyone suffering (and surviving) finals week.
When i think of the word alumni, i think of the american dream the college education, and the history of those who have gone before us. The years where we can look back at college football teams, cheer leaders and the very brightest amongst us. Alumni is an interesting word, and catalogues time. In the uk this isn’t a world that is associated with every day education and is very much an Americanised saying, however this is why i like it. It takes me away from the boring British education of which i have become accustomed.
The passing people in my life. I wonder where they had come, what they had seen… if anyone had done anything grand or spectacular… But chances are they had not. Chances are they were doing the same dumb old shit that they’d done when we went to school. Chances are… well… I was doing the same dumb old shit too. Doing the cycles of life, and waiting for someone to come along and sweep me away. Not as a lover but just as a life changer.
i am not an alumni yet, i am only fifteen. i dont have anything that has to be the OLD me. i cant wait till i am though. like college… im excited for college! i dont know where im going to go yet, but i will be interested in finding out in the future.
“how have you been?”
“i’ve been well.”
“that’s so great. so great. really.”
“yeah. what about you? are you still really into baseball?”
“yeah, wow. how did you remember that?”
“i remember everything about y – i mean…it’s easy to remember”
“so true. but i’m sorry. what was your name again?”
Alumni. I’ve only been one for one place- St. John Vianney. It brings back memories, awkward ones, involving my ignorant little self. My little self, unbeknown to the world lying ahead of her, went through SJV awkwardly. That place gave me my first boyfriend, my first best friend, and my first enemy.
I tend to go into gay twilight-esque spiels about romance on this thing and it is really now becoming a conscious effort to stop. I know what ‘alumni’ means but I can’t seem to make anything of it, college ‘alumni’ that’s all I know actually. I’ve heard it on American TV so I have a gist of what it means but apart from that couldn’t really tell you or use it in a sentence.
saya sedang berharap untuk segera menjadi alumni dari IKJ. sudah terlalu lama rasanya mendekam di kampus ini. semoga tahun ini, cita – cota itu sudah tercapai. sehingga secara resmi saya adalah alumni IKJ.
College is dumb and stoopid and scary and it makes me nervous to just think about but it’s so pretty and gorgeous and beautiful too. I hope they like me and want me because I want to be an alumni from somewhere that counts and matters and maybe someday I will but the possibility that i won’t is endless and terrifying and college is scary. And so is the future.
I am the alumni of a luminous, lucid heaven that not everyone knows… or shhh… is supposed to! It has its advantages – you sometimes run into someone who’s from there and has forgotten, or is as good at pretending. So you enjoy the game! One heck of an alumni association this!
school children, paying dues, reunions, alma mater, college, graduates, class clown, high school, degree, university, college life, fun, biking, around town, cheap living, tight budget, hard times, good times, coffee shop, cafe, frugal, young, foolish, get a job, employment, move out, have a family of your own, start a family, car, get a car, vehicle, travel, vacation, knowledge, learn, earn, grow
the end of high schools is getting closer and closer by the second, which is sort of frightening. i’ll no longer be a high school student, but an alum. i guess it’s true when they say all good things must come to an end in order to begin something greater. well, college here i come.
I took the ACT the other day. It was the University of Tennessee. As I sat waiting for my dad to come pick me up, I noticed someUT students having a paint war. It looked messy, but everyone was wearing white and I knew the shirts they would create from the war would be fun. There was a college band playing while the war went on.
Will these kids grow up after they become alumni, and do boring things like sit in an office all day and then go home to watch TV? Or will they keep their child-like spirirt with them throughout their lives?
I took the ACT the other day. It was the University of Tennessee. As I sat waiting for my dad to come pick me up, I noticed someUT students having a paint war. It looked messy, but everyone was wearing white and I knew the shirts they would create from the war would be fun. Ther was a college band playing while the war went on.
Will these kids grow up after they become alumni, and do boring things like sit in an office all day and then go home to watch TV? Or will they keep their child-like spirirt with them throughout their lives?
When I think of alumni I think of college graduates. Not only did I drop out of college but I originally dropped out of high school. I will never be an alumni but I wouldn’t want to be a 40 year old wanna be sorority bitch. I am happy with my choices so screw the word alumni.
My future. I have to be something that precedes another form of myself. Each day this looms. One day I will be an alumni of this taught experience.
The alumni from the college of mediocre doctors was having a bake sale. This was because the weren’t making any money from patients. But they are all patient, and still getting paid very well from the gov’t funded health care administration.
I never really understood the appeal of being an alumni. After you slave away at an institution for years of your life, and you finally become free, that is when they start asking you for money. College for example, I worked my butt off in college and I’m just know trying to make ends meet, no, I cannot donate!
I’m a college student so I hear this word all the time. I hear it being used in regards to those who have graduated but another application of the word is also relevant to many. Alumni of this relationship or that. This house or that family. Alumni of life. When your dead of course.
University and studying were a complete waste of time and I wish I wasn’t an alumna. Uni was boring and useless, and they keep sending me crap magazines that I don’t want. Post-grad was bollocks too, and graduation is pretentious wank. Sorry.
alumni. i am not a part of one because i am still in high school. all they are are these little groups that help people feel better about themselves. who honestly cares about them, they’re for when people are old and feel accomplished with their lives because they went to school
I don’t know if I can ever be called to become one with the alumni of life. Will anyone ever graduate from the ups and downs, twisting and turning of life?
I can’t wait to be the alumni of a colllege you know. Like NYU or columbia, except my mom doesn’t want me to go to NYU, she wants me to go to columbia. And its a great school and all, but seriously, sometiems I worry if she’s living my life, for her self. I want to attend NYU and be a teacher but she doesn’t want me too. I have to become a doctor and whatnot.
I’ve got more in me than you think. You may not even know what I am or who I am but I am, and that’s all you need to know. I smile, I laugh, and I sometimes watch you. I will watch. I watch and wait and discriminate. I’m shiny and silver but I’m actually not. I’m here but I’m POOF and you can’t see the light. You’re gone and it’s eating away at your soul.
College is over and you are expected to join the ranks of the real world.
With this economy why are schools expecting recent alumni to be able to contribute money that they are not even making. Sometimes it makes me sick.
It is not a word but a caterpillar. One with a main and tiny tail. The m and n make up the rolls of its back.
Sekawanan penghuni lama yang suatu ketika berkumpul kembali untuk mengenang masa-masa dulu. Terjebak pada masa lalu ketika sekarang adalah masa depan.
Alumni, I met an alumni once, we had one of those terribly interesting conversations that people have when they go through the process of finding out they have nothing in common.
people who have left something, grandiose.sounds like aluminium. sounds historic and impressive.
oshkosh west high school. it’s a place that i hate a lot. colleges that have extremely huge parties at the end of every year where people come back and brag about the amazing experiences that they had received at this college and how prestigious it was and that their lives are so awesome now because of it even though their wife is cheating on them, they’re slowly becoming an alcoholic, their son/daughter is suicidal and everything is falling apart.
One who has graduated. Sounds depressing and restrictive, like maybe there a life I am supposed to have or supposed to have had.
At the same time I regret that I don’t seem to have that life and I am grateful that my life went it’s own direction.
the old come and go without much thought.
they pass their time moving onward…
they forget to remember that what was yesterday will remain…
and have importance without measure.
“oh, high school was the best time of my life” it’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. if high school is the best time of my life I might as well kill myself now, it would save me some misery
So there we were, all past alumini, All seated around the same table. One question peretrating everyones mind far deeper than any other thought. Who had killed katy basteball all those years ago,.
When I’m one for this school, I’ll remember all of the times that I’ve had, good and bad. Walking down the Quad on a sunny day with ice cream just watching the tightrope walking club. Dorm events, like the Yule Ball. Even finals week where no one really sleeps well until it’s over.
Having said all this, one can’t help but know that the Coping U alumni phrase that pays would be “wish you were here.” You could see it on everything, including even…say…a post card!
Sorry. But it couldn’t be helped.
For the winter mornings I rode silently in the grey train carriage, the one at the back. Always some guy sleeping, a drunk wandering through, someone old with that lost look in their eye. I lived a good half hour from the end of the line. I rose in the dark, drove shivering, waiting for the heater that never started to kick in. Always parked at the far end of the torn bitumen car park, and waited, hands thrust deep into my pockets for the silver cars to clack up to platform B.
I already did this. What the hell. When I become an alumni to this university, I’ll look back on all the great times I’ve had here. Walking out on the quad on a nice day while just people watching and eating ice cream. The many lab reports. The togetherness of everyone suffering (and surviving) finals week.
i am an alumni, so is my father. the line ends there. and i’m happy it does.
wouldn’t you be? don’t answer that. it’s too soon. for both of us.
When i think of the word alumni, i think of the american dream the college education, and the history of those who have gone before us. The years where we can look back at college football teams, cheer leaders and the very brightest amongst us. Alumni is an interesting word, and catalogues time. In the uk this isn’t a world that is associated with every day education and is very much an Americanised saying, however this is why i like it. It takes me away from the boring British education of which i have become accustomed.
The passing people in my life. I wonder where they had come, what they had seen… if anyone had done anything grand or spectacular… But chances are they had not. Chances are they were doing the same dumb old shit that they’d done when we went to school. Chances are… well… I was doing the same dumb old shit too. Doing the cycles of life, and waiting for someone to come along and sweep me away. Not as a lover but just as a life changer.
i am not an alumni yet, i am only fifteen. i dont have anything that has to be the OLD me. i cant wait till i am though. like college… im excited for college! i dont know where im going to go yet, but i will be interested in finding out in the future.
Fusty friends I used to be close to. Old photos and programs full of memories and them. And Me I suppose unwrinkled and fit.
“how have you been?”
“i’ve been well.”
“that’s so great. so great. really.”
“yeah. what about you? are you still really into baseball?”
“yeah, wow. how did you remember that?”
“i remember everything about y – i mean…it’s easy to remember”
“so true. but i’m sorry. what was your name again?”
To be clear, the alumni from Coping U will never meet. Nor directly exchange thoughts and feelings around their shared challenges.
For this to really work this time, both of them needed to be aligned. Now, tomorrow, and in three Tuesdays!
No direct communication is another baby step.
But we must continue to remind ourselves this is shared grief. And continue any mantras that it is for the best.
So says Mr. W, yes?!
Alumni. I’ve only been one for one place- St. John Vianney. It brings back memories, awkward ones, involving my ignorant little self. My little self, unbeknown to the world lying ahead of her, went through SJV awkwardly. That place gave me my first boyfriend, my first best friend, and my first enemy.
I tend to go into gay twilight-esque spiels about romance on this thing and it is really now becoming a conscious effort to stop. I know what ‘alumni’ means but I can’t seem to make anything of it, college ‘alumni’ that’s all I know actually. I’ve heard it on American TV so I have a gist of what it means but apart from that couldn’t really tell you or use it in a sentence.
saya sedang berharap untuk segera menjadi alumni dari IKJ. sudah terlalu lama rasanya mendekam di kampus ini. semoga tahun ini, cita – cota itu sudah tercapai. sehingga secara resmi saya adalah alumni IKJ.
College is dumb and stoopid and scary and it makes me nervous to just think about but it’s so pretty and gorgeous and beautiful too. I hope they like me and want me because I want to be an alumni from somewhere that counts and matters and maybe someday I will but the possibility that i won’t is endless and terrifying and college is scary. And so is the future.