It is no secret that Union Public School District, specifically Union High School, is a top-ranked school when it comes to academics. In addition to the required core curriculum offered at Union High School, the school offers numerous elective courses. These range from computer courses to Career Technical Courses and dual credit or Advanced Placement courses. These classes allow students to experience electives that core classes do not allow. As part of this column throughout the year, Kallie and I plan to periodically cover as many elective courses as possible so that the community can get an inside look at some of the opportunities offered to the students of UHS. This week, we want to introduce one of the students’ favorite electives, Mrs. Amanda Cassel’s Creative Writing class. While taking this course, students learn about different types of writing, the components of literature, and many other things. In addition to reading the work of other authors, students also plan to create their own short stories and poems. Many students in the class are excellent writers who enjoy writing in their spare time. Mrs. Cassel has many fun writing assignments planned, and we hope that as the year progresses, a student will allow the publication of one of these new writing assignments. Until then, a Union High School student has given permission for one of his/her short stories from a previous class to be published. The student wishes to use the pseudonym Clive Clipperclop. Clipperclop enjoys writing and usually writes humorous stories that also have meaning. “The Study of a Problem” is just one insight to this student's talent.
“The Study of a Problem”
By Clive Clipperclop
Clop clop clop.
“Say,” I asked my subconscious absentmindedly as I paced around my allegorical study, “is that Problem still outside the metaphorical window?” My eyes were studying the floor intensely.
Clop clop clop.
“Yes,” my subconscious replied sarcastically, not even glancing away from his book. “It unfortunately did not spontaneously disappear while you were self-reflecting.”
Clop clop clop.
“But I’ve been self-reflecting for so long now,” I wailed as I made a symbolic turn around and started pacing across the other side of the room. “It can’t still be there. I’m going outside to look.”
Clop clop clop clop clop.
“Well, make sure you close the metaphorical door so you don’t let in any more vague metaphors,” my subconscious requested dryly. “I’m getting sick of them.”
I walked outside the metaphorical door—I forgot to close it as I went out—and saw a big Problem sitting right on the metaphorical doorstep. “Auuuggghh!” I cried out, bursting into tears and I stood on the doorstep, looking on with horror. “It’s still there!”
“Oh, good grief!” my subconscious muttered under his breath as he turned a page.
We hope readers enjoyed this short excerpt from one of our talented writers at Union High School. This student writes in his/her free time and will hopefully consider allowing another story to be published in the future.
