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muse_prompts Prompt 5/28: Bershon

The nine-year-old's insides were screaming, itching to rip off the maroon lump imprisoning his skin. Every year, several times a year--oh, why did there have to be so many holidays?--it was just a cycle of the same torture. A conglomeration of circus clowns crowded on some relative's lawn, each red head kissing another and pinching the cheek of anyone under the age of twenty.

And once again, Ron found himself becoming a single, unimportant part of one giant red machine. At home he was one of many. But here--here, he was lucky if anyone would remember that he was left by the buffet table. He squeezed his arms around himself, trying to make himself smaller in hope that he may not be trampled upon by the frantic stampede. He wanted to go home. He'd even be nice to Ginny, really, if he could just go home now.

But he couldn't. So Ron would grin his little ears off for the family photos, counting each click of the shutter as he waited for the world to quiet.

Current Mood: discontent

daily_prompt Prompt #430: The Chosen

Every college acceptance letter shoved in my mailbox bore some generic congratulations: ". . . You are among the select few. . ." ". . . accomplishments merit acceptance into our family" ". . . we CHOOSE YOU to join our class of 2014. . ."

Dear Colleges:

Who the fish do you think I am, Pikachu? You picked me? Oh, no, no, no, no-No. I chose you. What right has a school--an establishment contingent upon student attendance--to mandate who is and who is not worthy? I sent my repertoire to you. I knew that you would accept me, and then I would chose from you.

Colleges were established to educate those individuals interested in higher learning, not to discriminate between who deserves your mascot on his or her résumé. How dare you the audacity of assuming that I serve you, you who walks crippled without my tuition and alumna donations?

Some of you hide behind the excuse of research to fuel your elitism--and all the more woe to those who do not. For what good are you if my professor doesn't even have the intention of earning his doctorate?

And don't deny it: some of you set your tuition and fees according to the rank and reach of your prestige. So now even America allows birth circumstances to dictate who steps foot in the future ruling class?

Higher education, straighten your priorities. Students don't exist to inflate your grandeur, you exist to make your students shine.

Current Mood: tired

And this is life.

I don't know.

I really think that there is something wrong with me-something lurking that I'm scared to unleash.

I'm so scared of it, so ashamed of it, so ignorant about its nature. . . all I can do is ignore it.

Current Mood: tired

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c'est la vie, that's the theme

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