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Electives Just Don’t Cut It

Continuing from my last blog post about getting students ready for college, electives become the next big topic to discuss. Electives are a positive thing. They are one of the primary resources in our education system—from elementary school to college—to expose students to new subjects, ideas, or skills; and to help them discover those passions and interests that light them up. That is the main purpose of electives. To help students explore what’s out there. However, they just haven’t evolved to become as useful as they can be. And so, in that area, electives just don’t cut it… anymore.

So, what are the problems with electives, what are the solutions? Also, stick to the end to learn how all of this can lead to saving big money for college tuition.

Let’s get to it!

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The Question is, When?

There’s a question I never hear being asked, which I think is an important one regarding the transition from High School to College. The question is, when? When is the right time to go to College? It’s become the overwhelming norm to send our High Schoolers straight to College, that we forget to ask this important question. When is the right time for this student? For you?

The answer should be obvious: not until you’re ready. But, what does it mean to be ready for College, and how can we get ready?

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Boîte

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, boîte, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ bwat ]

Noun

  1. A small restaurant or nightclub.

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, boîte, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.


The details were undoubtedly off. Linus was sure of that. His mind was fuzzy as if the connections between things were missing, but the details were there, and they were just… off.

He sat at a table, alone, with a nice white tablecloth and a small candle burning in the middle. An empty plate, besides a few crumbs and smears of a brown sauce upon it—remnants of a meal eaten—lay before him. At the seat to his right, another plate had a few french fries and ketchup left on it. 

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Psychogenic

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, psychogenic, where does it take me? Where does it take you?
picnic setting on meadow with copy space.

[ sy-kuh-JEN-ik ]

Adjective

  1. Originating in the mind (having a psychological rather than a physiological cause).

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, psychogenic, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.


She wanted peace, and when she opened her eyes, that’s what she had. Pure white light filled Georgia’s eyes, and the warmth on her skin was divine. The grass she laid on was the perfect balance of hard and soft. There wasn’t a single sound. Peace.

Georgia sat up and took in the surroundings, drinking up the perfect day. She sighed in the delight of it all. Just perfect. Well, she thought, a bit of wine and cheese would… 

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Camber

Welcome to The Word! Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, camber, where does it take me? Where does it take you?

[ KAM-bər ]

Noun

  1. The slightly convex or arched shape of a road or other horizontal surface.

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** Either a story beginning, a story ending, a piece of flash fiction, a poem, painting, dance move—inspired by the word, camber, where does it take me? Where does it take you? Learn more about “The Word” here.


Don’t do it, Geff!” said Rojjer. 

“Yea… it’s not safe!” Aami said.

Geff looked at his two friends, hearing their words, listening intently, trying to see their side of things. Not even their side of things, but rather everyone’s side except for his.