
I remember my first day on campus. The prestige and history was suffocating. The dorm towered over me as if questioning my right to be on those hollowed grounds.
Only the best of the best and the richest of the rich went here.
And there was me, a hick from a town with fewer people than that dorm.
“Hi!” The loveliest woman I’d ever seen was talking to me!
Scared to death, I returned her greeting.
Your greeting.
And here we are again, this time incoming professors.
And I still think you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
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A Valentines Day story, a day late.
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word count = 100
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Wonderful story 😌😌😂😄
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Thanks
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Beautiful story. Just goes to show anything can happen.
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Thanks!
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Thanks for sharing this story.
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Glad you enjoyed it :)
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Trent, I’m coming in late this week. I see your story has engendered a lot of response, just as a good love story should :). Well done!
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I am a little surprised at how many comments this story generated. Thanks :)
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Such a sweet love story <3
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Thanks :)
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A lovely Valentine Day story, Trent, that feels true. Is it pure fiction??
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Thanks. Yes, 100% pure fiction. Except that I was a bit intimidated my first day of college!
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You’re welcome! Also wanted to let you know I will have to skip the Dickens challenge this year but will be on the lookout for it next year.
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No problem. It’s all supposed to be fun, so I never want people to feel like they have to do it :)
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Things worked out well for your protagonist all the way around after an intimidating first day.
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If you get past that first day, things will hopefully get better, and they got much better for him :)
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Dear Trent,
Love stories are never late. This is a sweet one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle :)
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Such a beautiful story, Trent. So moving. Probably your best yet.
Best wishes,
Ro
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Thanks, Rowena :)
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And then they meet again :)
He shared the story a bit late to her!
“Love”ly story:)
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Maybe – I was imagining that they had been together all of those years, but not enough words to bring that across, I guess :)
Thanks!
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Oh, I got that. I think you did it very well.
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Such a sweet story, Trent!
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Thanks, Marsha :)
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Thanks for sharing. BTW, were you an English major?
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No, actually I was a Mathematics major. I started as an Engineering student and switched to Math.
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haha, I had you pegged for an English major. You have tons of diverse talents, Trent! I’m impressed!
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lol, why these days I do a heck of a lot more writing than any sort of math beyond balancing my checkbook – I think I’ve self published six books of fiction and have several more written yet have published zero books on mathematics and most likely never will ;)
Thanks!
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haha It’s funny how our lives develop, isn’t it? All my majors were general in order to teach elementary school. Even my master’s degree was in curriculum and instruction. I ended my career as a history consultant. LOL I’ve only had one book published – a picture history book of my little town of Woodlake because a publisher saw a post on my blog. My fiction works and poetry languish in my computer and decorate my blog. Good for you publishing all your books. I will add them to my list of to be read this year. :)
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It is funny how our lives twist and turn. For the most part I did stay in a technical field, though what I’ve been doing for the last 8 years or so is much closer to management than technical, but I still have to understand it all as well as any of the smart people I work with. But there is little math involved ;)
If you do read any of my books I hope you enjoy :)
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I’m sure I will both read and enjoy them. Technical people, I think, are usually math oriented. I was a math consultant for a while, and I think I lean that way quite a bit. I’m pretty balanced on the math/language fence. Or maybe I’m tipsy!
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Well, I often feel a bit tipsy, or at least unbalanced ;) lol. My dad was an engineer and my mom an elementary school teacher whose biggest strength was English, so I get a bit from both sides :)
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My background exactly, only my mom was a pre-school teacher with a BA in music. :)
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There was always music in our house, but no degrees in it.
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We had more music before her degrees. She taught piano lessons in our home when we were kids, and we also spent a lot of time singing both at home and in choirs before she got her degree. After her degree, we were pretty well grown up and out of the house.
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Very sweet.
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Thanks, Iain.
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It’s who you are not where you’re from that counts, as your lovely tale goes to prove,Trent.
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Everyone occasionally feels the outsider… Thanks.
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The first day is always the hardest. It’s the only day when you feel like an absolute alien! Nice one, Trent.
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Exactly – I think we have all been there for that first day, where ever or whatever that first day was. And usually we don’t look back.
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Agreed, each day after that is always easier. Just have to take the plunge and get that first done.
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Lovely story! If it’s a day late, then it was worth the wait!
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Thanks!
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Nicely done Trent
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Thanks, Sadje :)
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My pleasure
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Despite his trepidations on entering university it has laid the foundations to a great career and enduring friendship. An aspiration to all.
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Perhaps, an aspiration for all and an inspiration to all. Got my prepositions mixed up.
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Yep, I read it correctly.
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Inspiration to all and Aspiration for all. I sound like the three Musketeers.
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The Three Fictioneers?
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Everyone is nervous at the beginning, We all hope it turns out as well as this.
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Sweet story, Trent
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Thanks, Neil.
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