Living Poetry prompt – Back to school
School was where I was alive, probably for all the wrong reasons.
I wonder if the hairpin I wedged between the joints of that old wooden desk still there.
Will he still remember the girl who painted his toes black in Chinese calligraphy class?
Are there remnants of the notes being passed between friends?
Is the dining hall still the battlefield between the bullies and the avengers?
Have the little bridge and the stream underneath kept all the secret promises and heartbreak murmurs?
School taught me life lessons beyond foundational education.
I carry all the history into the world outside the campus and continue being a student for Life.

Excellent. Thanks for writing to my little prompt.
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Thanks for putting the prompt out to inspire.
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Lovely 😍
~David
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😁thanks David.
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Beautiful. The beauty of being a student 😀
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😁
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Ah School❤❤
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I love school! Or .. I think it’s the learning that I looked/look forward to the most ☺️
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Glad to hear that you love school. 👍
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Always have done!
After finishing my undergraduate degree almost 2 decades ago, I decided to do postgrad, hoping it’s not too late (I’m 40 now)! And it’s free. And it’s the subject I have always been interested in! Hopefully, I will get something out of it ☺️ just need to get the right balance (I’m working FT, too, and helping out with my other Half’s business on my days off).
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Excellent! 🖤
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💯
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A beautiful response to the prompt Casa. Loved your memories and I too am still a student of Life.
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Beautiful Cassa!
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