by Casey Fedde
Adaptation. That is one of the things I’ve struggled with ever since stepping foot on the university campus as a college freshman. Transitioning from high school to college was like removing a blindfold and breaking the chains of childhood; college is liberating (in more ways than one), but it can become overwhelming very quickly.
One of the greatest academic freedoms of college for me, though, is choosing classes. For the first several semesters, registration was a greatly anticipated day. Since writing has always been one of my passions and talents in life (and pondering the quirks of English grammar an amusing pastime), I very fittingly found myself at home in the English department. However, my university has a small English department, so choosing classes–let alone professors–hasn’t always been in my control. Most semesters I have found myself in a required class for my major being taught by a professor that is…well, to be honest, monotone and terribly uninspiring.
by Kindahl Jackson
It is that time of year again for Christmas lights, pumpkin pies, and bringing out all of your winter coats. I love the holiday season! Every college student I know seems to have a calendar countdown to the day they’ll head home and relax for winter break.
As I’ve been looking forward to the approaching break, I’ve been thinking about what home really is. A lot of college students search for a home away from home. I know I did.
by Kindahl Jackson
It is that time of year again when exams, deadlines, and projects seem to engulf every college student. I am one of those college students who open up their planners and wonder where I can fit in time to sleep and eat between studying and class time. It all seems to limit the time I get to pray and to study Christian Science on a daily basis.
I viewed my spiritual progress Christian Science and getting closer to God last semester as something I would pencil in if I had time, but seriously that meeting at five won’t wait! I kind of stopped trying to apply Christian Science everyday with regards to my class work, but did pray when I truly thought I needed it-generally right before an exam or a huge project was due! This of course was a bad idea.
by Kim Korinek
I have a friend who collects heart shaped stones. Everywhere she goes, she finds them because she’s keeping an eye out. One can only conclude, the world is full of hearts, both hidden and easy to find. It’s a good lead-in to a story about trusting that love is always there, right?
I was in college, and was bothered by my roommate’s behavior. I think we were a bit tired of each other to begin with and we both had lots of courses and heavy work loads. So it was easy to get annoyed at the slightest offense. She made a few offhand comments and I decided to ignore her for awhile.
