Final Exam Anxiety (a 100 word story)

Jess looked around the room.  She wasn’t the only one with questioning what was going on.  She had her final exam, but she wasn’t sure what she should do.  The professor had joked before he stepped out, telling them to cheat, but cheat quietly.

Jess looked questioningly at Fred.  He shook his head and went back to work.  Jess wanted to scream.  Did he mean it or not?  Was this the real test?  She wanted to scream!

Eventually she silently just did the exam on her own and left.   They all did.  No one was willing to take the chance.

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The Game (a 100 word story)

Alyssa looked at the game before her.  It was so much easier to make a wrong move than a right one.  It was almost like the whole thing was stacked against her.  Forget almost like.  The people who had created the rules didn’t really want her to have a chance.  Still she realized she had to play the game or else admit that she was a loser.  Alyssa was a fighter, not a loser, so she wasn’t about to do that.  That being said, she was all about changing the rules.  She holstered her sign a bit higher and marched.

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Snow Day (a 100 word snippet)

We home school our kids.  When people find out, they occasionally point out reasons why that’s a bad idea.  They worry about our kids being properly socialized.  They worry that our kids will have holes in their education.  They worry that our kids are getting out of some pieces of childhood that are integral to becoming functional adults.

My kids found out the true negative to being home schooled.  They are currently learning at the dining room table while their public schooled compatriots enjoy a day off.  Time for me to break out a bottle of wine and enjoy the misery.

Leap Ahead (a 100 word truth?)

Is time ever lost or gained?  The reality of life is that time is experienced.  It can be wasted, or treasured.  It can be counted one second at a time or embraced as a whole.  Time is a measure of the ever increasing chaos around us.  Nothing incorporates all these thoughts as succinctly as “leaping ahead”.  So as you leap ahead an hour, remember you didn’t really lose an hour, but gained a shifted perspective on life.  Think about that while you try to stay awake in church in the morning because you didn’t get your full beauty sleep tonight.

Testing (a 100 word story)

Gerald pondered his test as the professor glared at him from the front of the class.  Gerald had no problem with this tests, but more with tests in general.  He thought that testing was only one way to really quantify how much he understood the material.  There were so many other ways to show competence.  Gerald quickly wrote down some of his favorites.  He could compose a poem based on the material.  He could create an interpretive dance.  He could even cook a meal based on indigenous recipes of Uganda to interpret the material.

Gerald’s physics professor wasn’t amused.

Consent! (a 100 word diatribe)

I am at war with nature.  I have had to watch numerous videos about how sex is only allowed with sober consent, and yet Mother Nature is jumping my immune system with her reproductive junk without even taking me out for dinner and a movie.  I am so abused in this relationship I want her to be locked up, or at least go to counseling.  When I say no, it should mean no.  Even when I sleep she is up to her nefarious tricks.  Don’t you ever get enough, Mother Nature?  I can’t wait till you take a cold shower!

A Math Home Run (a 100 word story)

Facts and figures spun and danced in front of Maryann’s eyes.  She was great at math, but she hated it.

Her father tried to convince her that math could be beautiful.  She wouldn’t believe him.  After all, why would someone like math who worked on making sure the grass in left field was trimmed to the perfect height.  He showed her the analytical side of baseball, how she could use her ability to simulate games, just like this one.

As the ump called strike three Maryann smiled and settled back in her seat.  Okay, maybe hate was a strong word.