This document was co-created by new fellows, returning TC’s, MUWP leadership, and at least one special guest family member. It is a single document pulled from the best (most interesting, most intriguing, most insightful, most confounding, or most some-other-way-remarkable) chunk of some wild writing produced over and around the remnants of dinner in response to the prompt:
When I was young and wild…
When I was young and wild, Nancy Regan ruined it all for me.
Yes, when I was young and wild, the world seemed like a friendly and wondrous place just waiting to be enjoyed and explored.
He isn’t particularly old in human years but there seems to be a part of him that aged in monkey years.
I seem to be just the most conservative person-a wife, mother, teacher-but my mind is liberal: I’m a bra-burning feminist, maybe because I never really needed one.
I just miss having professional friends people who care
about me and I them.
I thought sluts were awesome. “Here I am world”, they’d shout, “and I’m making my own rules!” Oh, how I longed to be a slut; yet my inner slut is quite shy and awkward.
I loved to be somewhere where all the people who wanted something of me couldn’t find me, even for just a little while.
My friend Pat convinced me that Adidas was pronounced “Odd-e-dos.” I really didn’t believe him, but he finally convinced me to at least ask a sales clerk if he had any. . .
I was shy and awkward. Sometimes, my friends that were shy like me weren’t that interesting because we never said much to each other.
When I was young and wild it seems it was always warm outside. Wild times are not for cold weather. You can’t blast Poison or Aerosmith, cruising through town to chase boys with the windows up.
I didn’t know what to expect- except that everyone must love to learn as much as I did. I expected fewer tears and more proud moments.
I believed that every waking moment needed to be filled with an activity. My parents even said to me that I didn’t wait for one activity to end before I was asking what the next one would be.
Boyfriends? My mom said you should concentrate on your studying. So, bang goes boys…
You’re looking at a bona fide goody-two-shoes . . . I couldn’t possibly do all that wild stuff; What if my mom found out?
Old tame teacher’s rooms just have tadpole tanks with Christmas decorations in them.
I just took a pain pill….
If I’m ever at a point where my inner child cannot be accessed quickly when needed-if it is unavailable, let it be known right here and now- I don’t want to live.
I thought I was so smart!
I wonder when the I can turned into maybe I can, or even worse, the I can’t.
Creative and, I might add, naive, I wondered silently “What kid wouldn’t want to enter the doors of my classroom? Who can resist the Almighty, All-Powerful Hunt?”
Youth seemed an eternity and wild was going barefoot in the gutter water after a summer cloud bust.
I am grateful as I chat around with those at diner tonight.
I have fallen in with a bunch that shares my ideals.
When I was young and wild, I would imagine a world of Romeos who would come and rescue me from the poor ratchet discourage life of dismay.
I have never been young and wild, but I have been young and stupid.
Ha Ha Ha! As I am writing this I am thinking of how inhibited my dearest mother must be setting beside me with this assignment but, back to the bars of Olongapo.
I hope my mother never finds out even though she probably knows.
I was never young or wild… I was the student in school that every teacher said would make a great adult the unspoken part of that was that I wasnt good at being a kid.
When I was young and wild, I was going to get multiple wild hairs and create new and experimental assignments and if the ship was sinking, we’d all go down together.
When I was young and wild I dreamed of being an old maid English teacher in Alaska who flew planes, faced bears, cooked great meals, and of course taught and inspired students to love reading and writing and to do both exceptionally well.
Who knew how that would turn out-I certainly didn’t. I learned.
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