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Columbia
named after the color
Columbia Blue
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Columbia
named after the color
Columbia Blue
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gender;
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Female
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Female
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favorite color(s);
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Glaucous Blue
Labrador Blue
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Glaucous Blue
Labrador Blue
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why; (optional)
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Both are blues that aren't heard of any more,
and Columbia adores things you can't find anymore.
Because of this, she specializes in history,
and is a history teacher to Visclings
at the local elementary school.
She dreams to teach ancient history to older Viscets.
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Both are blues that aren't heard of any more,
and Columbia adores things you can't find anymore.
Because of this, she specializes in history,
and is a history teacher to Visclings
at the local elementary school.
She dreams to teach ancient history to older Viscets.
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extra;
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Columbia had always been alone, nose stuck in a book, studying ancient times and ancient history to try and become a teacher for the Visclings at the local elementary school near her home. She was majoring in teaching with a minor in world history. She didn't want to teach just history, she wanted to teach the essentials to the Visclings along with history. Her college days were spent hunched over a paper, scribbling out essays and papers for her graduation and to hopefully get her diploma. Heaps and heaps of homework accompanied her to her dorm most nights, the nights she didn't she spent sleeping. It wasn't going to be easy, she knew that much, but she mounds of determination on her side to help her through it.
Once the end of he year came, she was definitely hurting. Final exams were murder. So many late nights of yanking her mane and screaming at her textbooks before eventually bursting into tears over things she couldn't remember. It was so stressful, and she almost turned in one exam late. She'd stayed up all night one night and almost missed her deadline for the exam. That was fun to explain to her professor.
Wel, her last month of college breezed by her, and she got her diploma! She had it hung in a picture frame in her bedroom to remind her of the good she would be doing in her future. She wanted oh so badly to find a school, as in the month it had taken her, their spots had been filled. She was a bit upset about it, but here were so many schools that would love to have her! She set out the next day to try and find a school that would be open to accept her as a teacher. Setting out to get the perfect school under her metaphorical wings, Columbia bounced from school to school, getting a tour and trying to get a feel for which one she liked best. Upon finding the perfect school, New Havens Elementary School, she quickly filled out everything she needed to: giving her pawprints, submitting her eligibility status, the whole nine yards and awaited anxiously for her letter of acceptance. Her letter came within two weeks and she grinned, dancing around her small apartment. She couldn't believe it! She was a teacher now! Her life long dream of being a teacher came true!!
After teaching Visclings for a few years, Columbia eventually returned to college, but not to study. To become a professor at the college she had graduated from, aiming to be just like her favorite professor, who had taught her several life lessons she wasn't about to forget any time soon. Never judge a Viscet by their scars and pelt. To live every day as if it were her last, live a little and not spend her days cooped up in a book. She would never forget all she learned from him. Never in her life.
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498 Words
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Columbia had always been alone, nose stuck in a book, studying ancient times and ancient history to try and become a teacher for the Visclings at the local elementary school near her home. She was majoring in teaching with a minor in world history. She didn't want to teach just history, she wanted to teach the essentials to the Visclings along with history. Her college days were spent hunched over a paper, scribbling out essays and papers for her graduation and to hopefully get her diploma. Heaps and heaps of homework accompanied her to her dorm most nights, the nights she didn't she spent sleeping. It wasn't going to be easy, she knew that much, but she mounds of determination on her side to help her through it.
Once the end of he year came, she was definitely hurting. Final exams were murder. So many late nights of yanking her mane and screaming at her textbooks before eventually bursting into tears over things she couldn't remember. It was so stressful, and she almost turned in one exam late. She'd stayed up all night one night and almost missed her deadline for the exam. That was fun to explain to her professor.
Wel, her last month of college breezed by her, and she got her diploma! She had it hung in a picture frame in her bedroom to remind her of the good she would be doing in her future. She wanted oh so badly to find a school, as in the month it had taken her, their spots had been filled. She was a bit upset about it, but here were so many schools that would love to have her! She set out the next day to try and find a school that would be open to accept her as a teacher. Setting out to get the perfect school under her metaphorical wings, Columbia bounced from school to school, getting a tour and trying to get a feel for which one she liked best. Upon finding the perfect school, New Havens Elementary School, she quickly filled out everything she needed to: giving her pawprints, submitting her eligibility status, the whole nine yards and awaited anxiously for her letter of acceptance. Her letter came within two weeks and she grinned, dancing around her small apartment. She couldn't believe it! She was a teacher now! Her life long dream of being a teacher came true!!
After teaching Visclings for a few years, Columbia eventually returned to college, but not to study. To become a professor at the college she had graduated from, aiming to be just like her favorite professor, who had taught her several life lessons she wasn't about to forget any time soon. Never judge a Viscet by their scars and pelt. To live every day as if it were her last, live a little and not spend her days cooped up in a book. She would never forget all she learned from him. Never in her life.
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498 Words

