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Contemplation - personal short story

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Contemplation The door shut; Joel was gone. The last time he would walk out of his dorm, down the cold, echoey corridor and through the gates of Ackley College. Ackley was the kind of school that was on the front of a thousand glossy education magazine, always showing some hot-shot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Joel was sure he had never seen a horse anywhere near the place. That was the story of his life; false pretences. Is not as though he didn't like the school, it's just the grass was always greener when it came to Joel. So he decided to leave, he didn't have any plans. Maybe roam around New York for a while, travel around Africa the usual crap a college preppy comes out with. But like all kids going to his school he had the small matter of the fee payers to inform, better know as Mummy and Daddy. Joel wasn't quite sure how to approach this yet; he had one of two options. ...read more.


It's not as though Joel's grounds for leaving Ackley were trivial, he tried to convince himself as he pressed his forehead against the bus window. Ackley was the kind of college where you were supposed to give a damn about the football score or the basketball match, and you were supposed to commit suicide if old Ackley didn't win. Joel was the kind of person who couldn't see the unlimitless delights of throwing a ball about, he wasn't a jock. Good job too, he couldn't, no wait, he didn't want to stereotypicalise himself into a category, it would just degrade his sense of, already battered, dignity. He wasn't a geek, he wasn't in the science club and he sure to hell wasn't a homeboy. Tuesday rolled around at spectacular pace, and Joel was prepared. He had prepared his explanation, he had prepared to listen to the lecture and he had prepared to shout back and storm out. Joel had planned his arrival at his parents house ten minutes after fencing finished, he had decided against telling his parents he left two days ago and had been bumming ever since, but instead the he had decided today to no longer continue his higher education at good old Ackley. ...read more.


He needed a break. His pulse was racing now, trying desperately to keep up with his thoughts. "No, sorry, I'm babbling. Go ahead." And he slumped back into his chair, disappointed by his display. "Son" his father took the conversational baton from his mother and began. "You know me and your mother have been having some ....financial...." he trailed off. "Problems, we sold the boat and the summer house, but it ain't looking good son, it ain't looking good at all". Joel was worried, but intrigued he knew his dads business was in bad shape, so what had changed? "Well the thing is we need to save some extra cash and our next biggest expenditure is your college fees. Son we're gonna have to pull you outta' college" A wave of relief swept over Joel. His pulse receded and he exhaled and as the air left his lungs as did his problems of prepared explanation, and planned contemplation. He could now leave college with a clear conscience and play the sympathy card with his parents about how they ripped him from the school he loved, good old Ackley. ...read more.

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