Somebody once said that realizing we are broken is the beginning of healing. Or at least that is what I read in Donald Miller’s book “Father Fiction” while on a plane over Easter break.
The entire process of applying and interviewing for next year’s Lariat, culminating in a “congratulations” email from Baylor’s student publications board, reminded me of a scene out of “Hitch.”
State Rep. Wayne Christian is afraid to say that he thinks universities should not fund programs for gay and transsexual promotion.
Upon having tea with a good friend of mine one evening this semester, something hit me. Having friends from other countries can affect one’s view on international conflicts.
Several clarifications are needed to clear up much confusion surrounding Tuesday’s editorial “Community should be provided Strategic Planning information.”
Baylor’s strategic planning effort, responsible for gathering information from the Baylor community and drafting a plan for the future, will end its period of community input.
I grew up in a household that valued the written word. I wrote short stories for fun. I read voraciously. I took a journal along on family vacations so that I could chronicle the details of memories I knew I would someday lose.
I do not care whether you take in news by reading a New York Times, browsing your Yahoo homepage headlines or simply overhearing the overzealous poly-sci major in your 8 a.m. class.
