...They expect me to cheerfully answer an assortment of random, non-circulation-related questions simply by virtue of being behind the desk. I guess I look like I have all the answers, sitting there surrounded by books. That, or people recognize that I can't run from their questions...
College
Farewell, Freshman Year
I'm home in Brightfield for the summer. Freshman year is over, and it is high time to put down the 9th edition of Turabian and get back into blogging. Here are the "big things" that have happened during the past several months.
Eden: There Will Be Surprises
Hello Friends, While I was home on Thanksgiving break, some people began to question my mental health based upon my last post and the silence which followed. I realized that I left you all on a rather dismal note. My apologies. That will be remedied shortly. For you see, on that dreary day of November … Continue reading Eden: There Will Be Surprises
Slowing Down
A wise soul told me at the beginning of the year, "Make sure to slow down, or God will make you." Well, here I am, sitting in bed. Just me and my unwritten 5-page Iberian Literature paper. It's Friday. My whiteboard calendar is covered in scribbled plans. 8:00- Spanish class 9:00- sociology class 1:00- sit … Continue reading Slowing Down
Waiting for the Sunrise
This was supposed to be like the DR. I'm in a strange new environment, surrounded by God-fearing mentors, waking up at the crack of dawn, overwhelmed with responsibilities...why am I not experiencing revival as I did in the Dominican Republic? Why am I not marching out of my spiritual wasteland? Exhausted by my disappointed expectations, … Continue reading Waiting for the Sunrise
Vulnerability of a Learner
I cannot count the times my professors have said something to the effect of: "Learning means letting go of something you thought you already knew." That being the case, I am quickly discovering that in order to learn, I must be vulnerable. It's a frightening neccesity, this opening of my mind. I hold my presuppositions … Continue reading Vulnerability of a Learner
The Prospective
I am not merely a prospective. I breathe in the present!
Reflections from Brightfield 