Today, I graduate from college. I don't have any spitfire criticisms of Bethel, its institution or professors. Every institution is flawed, and I appreciate something about every single professor I've had. I admire the people I've met, though I can count on one hand who I'll still talk with in 2017 and beyond. It seems like yesterday I was up with the dawn, mulling through the grass along Lake Valentine, stealing some alone time as the cicadas hummed and sweat beading up on m
(Note: I'll be graduating on December 16th. Here are some things I've learned on the way:) 1: Nobody really cares if you're responsible. When I was falling short back in middle school, I'd get calls home to my parents. And if my grades were Ds and Fs before the trimester closed, I got two-week notices in the mail. That accountability drops off the table in college (and continues into adulthood, I'm finding). There is no institutional safety net to keep you from smacking your
Dear Liberal Arts Education (LAE), This is my official thanks to you for the bittersweet symphony you have made out of my early 20s. You met me under fluorescents and footnotes, putting all authority under microscope. I am convinced that is a very good thing, except that my soul is in knots: I can’t use my one voice without five others telling me I’m full of it. It wasn’t always like this. It began, you see, when an eighteen-year old punk arrived on campus. He loved Jesus an
If you see him, he’s probably smiling. And as Tim Hunt moves through the Monson Dining Center, his broad shoulders sway, his light-wash denims tucked into black Converse shoes. “I’ve always kind of had an ‘I’m here’ walk,” he says trotting out of the DC, practically cutting through the air as he moves forward. His confident persona is far from lost on the Bethel community. “He is an excellent at communication and not afraid to start relationships and conversations with new p
I get the caricatures. A high schooler—male or female—chooses not to date until after high school. They arrive on their evangelical Christian college campus for Welcome week, starry-eyed & looking for the Christian unicorn we politely call ‘the one.’ They spend their waking hours combing through the possible matches. They spend their sleeping hours tangled up in fledgling fantasies of romance & being made complete by this ‘one.’ They wake up with a tunnel vision that never go
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I'm a 23-year old trying to make beauty out of life's raw stuff. I post stuff every Tuesday.