Wednesday, March 30, 2005
For every season under heaven
A time for breaking in a new pair of flops. A time for driving barefoot, windows down, “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” blasting from the car speakers. A time for taking a Greek midterm. A time for cafeteria offerings to inspire not only lunch but also dinner from Subway. A time for working under a tree. A time for running two miles. A time for impromptu football in the lawn. A time for coffee and prayer with a few of my favorite people. A time for wrestling an overcrowded server in vain registering for summer and fall classes

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