Time Stands Still

Some things never change.
Alejandro waves,
"It's good to see you,"
And promptly trips over a chair.
The same old arguments,
The same country roads,
Become phantoms of my former life 
Swirling above a graveyard that was Brightfield

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.