parable of the seeds By a window left open and breeze with the curtains dancing she stands— one lost to thought, and left to linger with ivy-stranded pillars– till daylight fades to ‘nought and shadows start to swagger. Once I saw, and she, the selfsame shadow menagerie of visions from…
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I started working tonight with my job on the new Hillsdale Call Team. I was a bit nervous to begin with, but after the first several calls, I started getting used to the process. I can tell already that I’m going to enjoy it–I have no problem bragging about…
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Until something worthwhile starts happening in English class, I’ve taken to re-reading my Latin homework during the lecture. This is both a good thing and a bad thing since I’m being so studious in Latin but not so much in English. It’s disappointing though to be in a class…
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Cloudy outside today but the campus is aflurry (good word, eh?) with activity! The Relay for Life is going on up the hill and I’ve just come back from lunch (rife with junk food, mind you). Those are two completely unrelated thoughts, but for some reason they were put in…
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I was sick yesterday….I’m still sick today but it was worst yesterday. I think I had a bit of a fever and ( whether it was a combination of the fever and the medicine I was taking or just a random side effect of having a cold, I don’t know)…
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What a beautiful day! The weather is just gorgeous this week and I can’t believe that it is Wednesday already. And it’s also the first day of Autumn….wow. Still reveling in the memories of Sunday night’s excellent concert. Dwelling upon the fact that I met Tom Chaplin and was able…