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Once a year the college sends someone to watch me teach.   They are assigned to evaluate me.  Usually it's a colleague who is quite sympathetic and for the most part says nice things.  To make it appear they were attentive to their assigned task they...

We spent the entire psych class this morning talking about friendship. There seemed to be a consensus that it would be difficult to maintain a friendship unless there was some mutual interest.  There needs to be some common ground for a lasting relationship. Someone laughingly...

This past week I heard at least four different parents say how much they miss their children but they are making the sacrifice of being away so they can earn enough to give the children the things they, the parents, never had.   Did any of...

I continue to be fascinated by language.  We learn words when we are very small and use them all our lives, often never thinking of why we use a particular word in a particular situation.  This morning we were welcomed to our spring graduation service. ...

When I was a little guy my mom took me to see Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. For days prior I dreamed about seeing Trigger and Buttermilk.  I was sure that somehow I would get close enough to touch them. (Not Roy Rogers or Dale...

As much as people have tried, it remains very difficult to reconcile the picture of God in the Old Testament with the character of Jesus.  The problem becomes even more interesting when we read the close of Jesus' prayer in John 17.   He prayed, "O...

For those of us who are directionally challenged a GPS is a gift from God. How can I calculate the number of gallons of gasoline I have wasted because I have turned the wrong way?  If I listen to the nice feminine voice that tells...

A tiny piece of plastic, about a third the size of a kernel of corn, snapped off a clamp holding the CPU of my sister's computer.  It was designed to keep the CPU pressed tightly to a heat sink.  Without it the CPU retained its...

I paid my city seven dollars this morning.  In return I got a metal tag to put on my friend's collar.  She is number 485.  To the city she is a number. To me she is my friend. To the city she is an animal....

Every once in a while I get the feeling I am being watched.  I try not to be paranoid or have an overly developed sense of being important but I have discovered we are being watched.  There is this very cheeky chipmunk who sits on...