Here is part two of the very special Point/Counterpoint edition of Q's Corner ( Read more... )

My dear friend, Melon, brought to my attention an interesting article in the New York Times. It concerns an increasing decline (how's that for an oxymoron) in higher learning institutions that require the submission of standardized test scores for admission. Basically, they're getting rid of the ACT/SAT.

Here was my initial reaction: It's a bold ( Read more... )

How do I come to terms with my past? I know that I must bury it if I ever hope to move on and truly embrace this new fervor that has kindled in my heart. I speak, of course, of a fervor for life; and with that life comes a belief in happiness; then a hope for love follows ( Read more... )

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails... And now these three ( Read more... )

What's a healthy attraction? By conventional standards, I don't think I've ever experienced one. Though I am by no means what some would call a "creeper"; at least, not in my own eyes ( Read more... )

It's funny how as you grow older, you find your opinions changing into exactly what you said they wouldn't. When I was younger and people spew that whole "product of your environment" nonsense, I would laugh at them and call them names. "Everyone has a choice" would be my rebuttal. Now, those two opposing views have begun to meld in my mind into a ( Read more... )

I forget that I have this thing. Maybe I'll give it a real post sometime, assuming there are still some of you out there to read it. Anyway, here is a poem I wrote about myself, deeply rooted within in my commitment issues and my great expectations of others. As I get older, and the list relationships that can be summed up by this poem gets longer ( Read more... )

It was a crazy night in Paris! One of those nights that changes relationships, mindsets and experiences. A camarade of mine remarked last night that "we all came to Paris to escape something." I think she was correct in that assertion. Some wanted to escape more serious pains such as disastrous relationships or unstable families whereas others ( Read more... )

I don't think that I have such high expectations of people; still, they constantly fall short. Furthermore, it seems that I succumb to my own delusions of people's true nature and consequently become hugely disappointed upon that inevitable moment of clarity. I don't want to leave Columbia, MO...but I can't stay here. I have a lot of good memories ( Read more... )

I know you're losing sleep over me
I know you'll relive every moment
Below sheets where dreams are made

I know you'll cover your eyes
I know you'll quiver when fingers touch your side
But it all coincides some way.

Move a little closer, hold me tighter ( Read more... )