Britain's Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
Beneath this stone rests the bodyof a British warriorunknown by name or rankbrought from France to lie amongthe most illustrious of the landand buried here on Armistice Day11 Nov: 1…
GO BRAVES! Thirteenth consecutive division title.
Another of my friends started dating yesterday. I give up. I don't understand. Why all at once?
Strange things happen at night.
The music library is the bizarrest place on campus.
I'm relishing storywriting for my Cr…
Watch out, Anne Shirley, here comes Karoline Will.
My klutziness and my knack for random absurdity has always been a source of chagrin for me and amusement for others. Recently it has escalated to unprecedented heights.…
This is out of control. End of July, one friend married. Another courting, and planning to get married next year. A third courting and planning to get married in a few years. Second week of school, another friend starts …
A fragment from sermon notes . . . .
What occupies most of our talk? Self? Complainings? Ephesians tells us to build each other up, not drag each other down. We can all too easily find righteous ways to say rotten words…
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You know how sometimes weariness seeps to your very bones and you don't wan…
Daniel Alders, where are you when I need you? I stayed up until 5 am this morning writing, and it was appallingly lonely!
Confederate officer: General Jackson, sir, you're just in time. The boys are holding a christening service for the big guns: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.General Jackson: I trust you will endeavor to spread the gospel wh…
I have a good friend who's expecting. The courtships, engagements and weddings should have clued me in, but I hadn't realized we were growing up; even sort of grown up.
I've crammed more into the first three weeks of my sophomore year than I did in my entire first semester last year.
One of my friends remarked to me that nineteen was the most unsettled year of her life, and that when …
I wish I'd written a lot more during high school.
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