Planet Secrets
Trisha M. Wilson
Planet Secrets
By Trisha M. Wilson
Edited by Colby Trax
A Tale of Following the Ancients
Planet of Riches Volume 1
First Serialized at WWW.COLBYJACK.NET
Copyright © 2014 by Trisha M. Wilson
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Table of Contents
Planet Secrets
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
About The Author
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Chapter 1
I was in college for twelve years before I received my bachelor’s degrees.
But don’t for one moment think it took me three times the norm because I was stupid. In reality, I’m quite intelligent, if I do say so myself.
It took me so long because I was unable (or one could say unwilling) to choose a major and stick with it.
Oh, I’d be fine in a program for a year or two, but usually when I was only a semester away from graduating, I’d become bored, dislike my classes or teachers, and become interested in some other major.
It’s not like the system prevented me from doing this. They actually encouraged it by paying for all twelve years of tuition, housing, food, and a nice stipend to spend on whatever I wanted.
Eleven wonderful years into my post-secondary educational career, and just as I was contemplating changing my major yet again, this time to underwater basket weaving, I was called into the academic adviser’s office and “encouraged” to stick with my current major and graduate in a year.
And by encouraged I mean threatened. They actually threatened to cut me off. No more free tuition, no more free food, no free housing, and even worse, no free money. What is the world coming too when you can’t get free money for going to school? Have they no pity for the poor college student just trying to find herself?
I guess not. I could tell by my adviser’s tone he wasn’t kidding. I really did have to graduate or be thrown out. Either option was fine with them. They just wanted me gone as soon as possible.
After I’d gotten over my shock, I promptly began inquiring with neighboring colleges. Would they take me, with all my faults, and allow me to continue studying?
I soon found out the answer was no.
When I met with each of the other schools’ advisers something weird kept happening. At first, they would happily welcome me, offering me hot chocolate and cookies almost before I’d even sat down.
But once the normal pleasantries were over, the real interview would begin. How old was I? Had I ever been to college before? What did I hope to major in? How long did I plan on being at their school?
These were ordinary questions and I always answered truthfully. Not that I could have really lied. For all they’d have to do was enter my name into their database and find out about my attendance at Wukie University.
Once they learned I’d been in school for eleven years, their expressions would change. And so would their questions.
They’d start asking me why I’d been in school for so long.
Why I wanted to come to their school.
And, when did I plan on graduating.
The answers to these questions were tricky.
I didn’t want to lie, but I felt I had to.
I really wanted to keep getting the free ride, and keep growing my bank account for as long as humanly possible.
If I told the truth, I wouldn’t even have had a chance.
So I lied.
I said my teachers were mean to me, the classes too difficult, and I wanted to come to their school to get a new start. I wanted to start over with a new major in hopes of forgetting what had happened in the past. As to when I’d graduate, I became very vague. I’ll graduate when I can, I’d say to them. I was unwilling to be definite with a year or any timeframe at all.
Something about what I said must have come across as shady because that’s where the interviews would end. They’d say they were sorry but they didn’t have any room for me. They thanked me for my interest and encouraged me to graduate from my current school.
Effectively, here’s your hat, there’s the door, don’t let it hit you on the way out.
I knew what they were thinking; it was plastered all over their faces. They thought I was too stupid for their high and mighty schools. They only wanted the best and brightest and to their way of thinking, I wasn’t, just because I’d been in school for more than a decade.
I didn’t take it personally, but after going through fifteen different schools, I came to the shocking conclusion my free ride was ending. This realization left me in a weird position.
I’d never really believed I’d really have to go out into the workforce. I’d always thought I’d slip through the cracks of the educational system, able to be funded for my entire life.
I mean, being a student is really not such a bad thing. Yes, the homework is boring, but when you only do what you need to in order to pass the class, how much is there really?
Not that some of my classes weren’t interesting, because they were. Some of my favorite classes were on astronomy, exploring the heavens and the millions of planets in the universe. I was very sad when I had to change majors again because the last class, Legends of the Universe, sounded like a seriously interesting class.
But now that I did have to graduate, why not take the class? I’d just tack it on with my other classes in Logic.
Later, after looking at my schedule I also decided I might as well finish up my major in Bakery Science. Sure, it would mean I was graduating with three majors, but if I had to graduate, I might as well have fun to the very end because what was life without a little fun?
