As a preteen, I picked up a pen pal from Ghana. She told me how she was trying to save money for college. “We don’t go to college unless we have a purpose for it,” I remember writing back. We being conservative Mennonites and purpose being a vital occupation like a doctor or a nurse. […]
Early impressions are both primitive and primal, and when you ask me which educational experiences impacted me most deeply, my mind immediately pictures myself as about six or seven years old, sitting round-eyed and thirsty in a battered wooden desk under the sharp eyes of “Teacher.” “Teacher,” otherwise known as Louise—since neither she nor
Okay, I admit it. College is a whole lot harder than I thought it would be, which translates into, “I am not quite as smart as I always thought I was.” I have been giving my studies my best, and right now that feels like my everything. I worry that maybe I’ll never have time
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I woke up this morning with the line of a song running through my mind. “These are the times of nickels and dimes and love.” Just a single line, and no more. I like it because it makes me think of my family. Of simple things, happy memories. Not that we ever actually had to
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When I was in first grade, my teacher–an organized, no-nonsense woman–told us if we couldn’t remember a math fact, we should get out our box of crayons and use them to help us find the answer. Crayons worked well as a teaching tool for her–but maybe her natural organizational skills and disciplined classroom atmosphere rubbed
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