College stories; Women college students -- Juvenile fiction
"And now, Jean, that we are talking along this line may I speak a
little about your college course? I have been interested in you from
the start, and I have followed your work in all the departments very
carefully. I know how badly you got behind the first three months and
the warnings you received. I know the fresh start you took and the
steady progress you have made ever since, and the splendid all-around
freshman you are showing yourself to be. I do not want it to stop
there. I want you to come back to Ashton for another year, anyway, and,
if possible, for the whole four years. You have an influence with the
girls; you're a born leader and can accomplish great things or small
things as you choose. I think you prefer the great things and it will
take longer than this short year to accomplish them. I am not thinking
of your taking my particular course, as you have said you wish to do,
that in itself is a little thing, but it is the principle of the thing,
for if you conquer that you will conquer the bigger obstacles that must
beset your path. Education is not a four years' college course; it
is life, and there are always going to be mathematic courses, which,
though unpleasant, must be taken up and finished, and the way you meet
them then depends upon the start you make now.
"I realize that home means a great deal to you, and so it does to all
of us while we have it, and the memories of it last us long after we
have lost it, but it will mean all the more to you later on. I know
what I am telling you, Jean, for I've lived and learned myself. I'm
begging you with all my heart and soul to come back to us and be the
fine, splendid woman your father and brothers expect you to become.
Perhaps I've said more than I should, but I'm so anxious for you, Jean."
"No, Miss Hooper, it's been splendid to hear you talk like this; it's
as my mother would have talked; it's what I've needed all these years.
I've always done pretty much as I wanted to, without considering any
one but myself. You're right, I ought to come back and do what father
and my brothers want me to do and what you want me to do and what I
want to do myself. Yes, I admit it to you now; I've struggled against
it all the year. Every time I've said I wasn't coming back I knew
it wasn't right. Something in me always said, 'You are coming back;
you know you are,' but I wouldn't listen and tried to deceive myself
and everybody else, but I can't any longer. I'm coming back and take
Mathematics I. and French, too, if I fail at June, and I'm going to
work with all that's in me for dear old Ashton College.
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