Remember final exams? Mid-terms?
Oh, yes. I remember.
Good times.
Remember cramming factoids into your brain
on a beautiful spring day when everyone else was outside?
Total bummer, dude.
Remember nodding sagely at whatever the teacher said?
I often thought, “His mouth is moving, but I have no idea what this person is saying.”
Nodding my head worked. My professors thought I was brilliant.
Imagine their disappointment when they graded my papers.
Remember breaking into a flop sweat when the dreamy quarterback asked you on a date?
Oh, wait a second. I don’t remember that, because it never happened to me. Darn it.
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Did the dreamy quarterback ask you out on a date?
If so, did he mention me while you were at the movies?
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Darn it, I don’t remember any of that. LOL! I could go back now and take the colleges by storm. Ha! ha! With my grade point average from HS I’m sure they’d still give this 40+ woman a scholarship right? Do they have courses to be a better Mom? Hee! Hee!
oxox,
Kim
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Oddly enough I never did get asked out by the dreamy quarterback, although in one of my writing classes a girl did ask if she could see my Strunk & White.
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Christopher – hilarious!
I’m happy to be past the university stage, come to think of it, Lynn!
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