thirty under thirty, post-diploma
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Aug 1, 2015 by Katerina Parsons
As I flipped through a hundred faces, ground rules quickly emerged. I wouldn’t talk to anyone holding a dead animal, no one posing in front of a truck, no shirtless pictures.
Aug 1, 2015 by Abby Zwart
When we started the post calvin, we weren’t exactly sure how it would turn out. Now, with two years in the bag, we couldn’t be happier.
Jul 31, 2015 by Katerina Parsons
It is not so hard to learn the language of a people, the food, the customs. It is so much harder to understand a people’s spirit.
Jul 30, 2015 by Ben DeVries
He suggests that imagination is the essential component of sympathy. To imagination, I would add faith, also—faith that what you feel is maybe not so different from what I feel.
Jul 29, 2015 by Matt Medendorp
What if that’s how wilderness ends? When we forget its inherent value and stop listening to its story, we attempt to master it in control of our own narrative.
Jul 28, 2015 by Bekah Williamson
Family members are lured to the kitchen by the aroma and we sit to eat. We feed our bodies and remember that they matter. I understand now that life is physical.
Jul 27, 2015 by Brad Zwiers
Then the boxes are labeled and slid into the corner, waiting ominously to be lugged onto a trailer. They speak a steady word: change is coming; change is here.
Jul 26, 2015 by Griffin Jackson
I am not going to a warzone. I am going to the house next door, treated in Syria’s conflagration as the westward gutter, collecting blood and people.
Jul 25, 2015 by Greg Kim
But then the form asked me to provide my “Duration of stay in Korea (days).” I put my pen down and looked up. It hit me then that I had no idea how long I would be here.
Jul 24, 2015 by Lauren Boersma
The water of Lake Superior is bone-chillingly lovely in a way that could only be considered refreshing to someone whose brutalized bones could use a good, algid chill.
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