New Beginnings

Here’s to the beginning of a new year, to the health and happiness of everyone, and to the healing of us all. I hope the craziness of 2012 is not going to linger into the new year, but I’m afraid the U.S. Congress is going to remain the same morass of indecision. How about all the rest of us moving on and making it a great year? I’m for that. Happy New Year to you.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “new beginnings.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “New Beginnings”

  1. I am beginning a new life completely this year. New country, new business-just four months in and we are tipped to have ‘the best coffee in the village’-promising. New baby. It’s me and Kate this year. New taste, have not taken sugar in seven months! dear reader.

  2. New beginnings result from recent endings. There is a time between what was and will be. This can be a shadowy period where we can neither cling to the past or grasp for promises. Knowing this brings no peace or solace. However, knowing that all of have these waters to tread does.

  3. The bus stood purring, Puneeta was late!! She started sprinting, and the driver waved her impatiently in.
    First day in the new school, too!
    The school verandah was deserted ,and the class-rooms were humming with activity. The neatly dressed children sat on their benches,and some of the brats rudely stuck out their tongues at her and some shook an admonitory finger at her.
    Other kids from the bus ran ahead and into their classrooms , in a trice. Puneet was left standing in the porch,from where she could see the principal’s office and the clerk’s office . A stately looking woman emerged from one of the doors, clad in sky blue sari, and a brown blazer. She peered at her over her half-moon spectacles .
    “New student ?” It was more of a statement and less of a question. Puneeta nodded dumbly.
    She whipped out her wrist from underneath her blazer,looked at the time , and bored her eyes into Puneeta’s head.
    “You are late!” She pronounced. Puneet half-heard the judge’s gavel thumping its accent .

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