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Sometimes, when I am feeling a little melancholy, I put a sad song on repeat, and as I get sick of the song, I get sick of being sad, too. And so I turn off the song and get happy. … Continued

I’m getting into a rhythm of teacher aiding, and I really like the high school that I am placed at. Today and my three days last week were quite exciting. Last Tuesday, the school was placed on a lockdown. After … Continued

I feel like I can’t write right now. I’m totally out of practice. Why can’t one of my professors assign a twenty page paper? That would squeeze some journaling out of me, if only as a procrastination technique. But this … Continued

A lot has happened since I was in Israel, and I’ll write about it eventually, but for now I want to share some videos from our trip in January. Listen for these sounds: pure talent, praising, praying, youth, Holy Sepulchre … Continued

We started off from Jerusalem by driving through the West Bank, where we saw many Arab farmers and many gated communities. Along with lots of fruits and grains, they grow cactus there, in big, long rows. When they grow bananas, … Continued

We arrived in Jerusalem a sunset and a sunrise before the sabbath, and oh was it good to eat supper and bring our bags to the room upstairs. We stayed at Christ Church, a place with a long history and … Continued

As mentioned briefly in the last post, I went to Israel. About sixteen students went for about two weeks. We began our journey in the Negev, the sweaty place, the South, the desert, the wilderness. Since night had fallen long … Continued

Someone at David’s baby shower on December 13 asked me when I had gotten back. Back to the country? Back to school? Back from Thanksgiving break? I had been to Colorado before, but never to that chidrens’ hospital, so I … Continued

I am done with another semester, another season in another place, but it doesn’t seem that time has passed. Thanks to air conditioning, the air felt just this cold when I got here. I have so few entries to add … Continued

I’m squeezing snow into heel-shaped wafersas blank-flavored as this air, from which all impurities have fallenbecause it is so cold. The far away is louder than the nearbecause it is so quiet here.The only sound is squeaking, squeezing snow.