Summer passion Stories

Twelve minutes. Why am I so nervous? Of course, I was nervous then, too… I joined the line at the Dickson Dining Hall with the other high school students taking special summer courses at Cornell, and stood behind a cute blonde girl. Deciding that I wouldn’t be the shy nobody I was in high school, I said “Hi!” She turned and broke into a smile. “Hi yourself! So, what are you in for?” “Special relativity and quantum mechani...

In the first springtime of our loveEverything was as fresh and new,And tender as the bright green leavesBursting forth from winter’s drab coat,Alive with burgeoning desireAnd the joy of revelationAs we explored in sweet delight,The pale tones of our nakednessSubtle as the cherry blossomsOn the trees outside your window,Every kiss replete with promiseOf greater wonders yet to come.With summer our passion burned bright,The...