>>> Item number 33267 from WRITERS LOG9407A --- (63 records) ----- <<< Date: Thu, 7 Jul 1994 10:29:45 JST Reply-To: WRITERS Sender: WRITERS From: Mike Barker Subject: SUB: Governor's School For Humanities Heyo--if the youngsters from utmartin are still around, you're welcome to print and keep a copy of this. Wrote it for you... not real good, but I was in a hurry. BTW--while you don't have to critique it, if you want to post your version--I'd enjoy reading it! tink ---------------------------------------- Governor's School For the Humanities Copyright 1994 Mike Barker Kindergarten. Elementary School. Junior High School. Senior High School. That's the first stage. Drab and common. You get to look forward to getting out, but you don't really know what life is like in... College. That's the real world. After that... well, those poor old folks don't know that life is over when you leave school. Except for a lucky few, that's life. Those lucky few live in Tennessee, and "made the grade" for the Governor's School For the Humanities. That means that for one month this summer, they "jumped" ahead into the real world of College and got a little taste of what's ahead for them. They went to the University of Tennessee in Martin, Tennessee--and will never be the same again. An unreliable rumor has it that some parents asked "How you gonna keep 'em down on the farm once they've been to Martin?" Isn't it great that they have that problem? So, what did these lucky few do there? Mostly, they had a chance to "be surrounded by people with whom one can carry on conversation about anything from rap to classical music, the rumpshaker to the Nutcracker, their boyfriends to Shakespearean romance, the last student council elections to the political situation in eastern Europe" as Alyssa Miller (Class of '95) says. She and others also spent some time writing messages on the computer as part of WRITERS, an electronic workshop where writers around the world exchange help and advice. Here they not only encountered college life, they also experienced a splash of what the old folks put up with... crotchety old rascals and a few friendly ones, with lots and lots of messages. The month may be over, but the impressions and exchanges are just starting. And some members of WRITERS hope Alyssa and her friends can find a way to come back--there are still stories to write, poems to exchange, and a few words waiting for the "lucky few" to read--and for them to write. Hurry back, Joseph Watson, Amanda Cooper, Alyssa Miller, Terrance Bond, and Horace Nelson. Also Little Running Gag (sorry, I never did catch your name). ----------------------------------------