Halls of knowledge, walls so grand,
Dreams take root, futures planned.
In late-night talks and books we find,
A spark of growth, a sharpened mind.
Sleepless nights, exams in sight,
Friendships form in the morning light.
University—where paths begin,
A place to lose, a place to win.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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Always in my memory
Path begins here 😃 good
The college experience in a nutshell. Great work.