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Happy Thursday, Readers! I hope that your days are going well and you are getting ready for an awesome weekend. How was the Hope/Calvin game? Heard Hope won – no surprise. Do you all want to know what I did yesterday? I did absolutely nothing. I made dinner, did homework, and laid in my bed until I decided to go to bed at 11 p.m. My friends were out on the town, but me?
I write this after a traumatic experience. Yesterday, through force of circumstances, I had to use the new WorldCat interface to demonstrate research techniques, and the experience wounded me. Some background: I teach a library school course called Introduction to Sources and Services in the Arts and Humanities, and one focus of the course is to prepare students to provide research consultations to advanced undergraduate students in the humanities.
With the first semester ended, the First Year Seminar is finished as well. Since, I am part of the Phelps Scholars Program , my first year seminar was with Phelps Scholars. The first year seminar was only one of the things that we as Phelps Scholars did together. But in this quote by former Phelps Scholar describes it well. The Phelps Scholars Program brings together so many people from different backgrounds, cultures, and customs.
When I came into my freshman year at Hope I was a music education major. After my first semester, at some encouragement from a professor and a “life crisis” spurred on by myself and by emotion-creating medication for my consistent and random freshman year illnesses, I made the call to add a major in voice performance and a minor in management (possible, but crazy).
Most students at Hope College grew up going to church with their families. Wake up, eat breakfast, Sunday school, church service, eat family lunch afterwards. We lived a weekly spiritual rhythm during the first 18 years of our lives. Now that we’re away from home, this rhythm changes. We might not go to the same church every Sunday, or go at all.
Last Monday, I had the opportunity to attend the Martin Luther King Jr. Civil Rights Lecture that was held in Dimnent Chapel. The speaker, David Paul, is a Hope alum and, fun fact: he is the youngest speaker to be asked to speak at the MLK Lecture! He presented his lecture entitled, “Dare to Be BOLD,” in which he spoke about Dr. King in his early life and the struggles he faced as he spoke out against injustices he witnessed.
This past Friday, Chris Jones, the Hypnotist who was a contestant on America’s Got Talent , performed for Hope College in the Maas Auditorium. It was absolutely insane and I, along with the rest of the audience, enjoyed every second of it. Although I didn’t get hypnotized (I tried) many others did, suddenly dropping their heads at the sound of his voice.
This past Friday, Chris Jones, the Hypnotist who was a contestant on America’s Got Talent , performed for Hope College in the Maas Auditorium. It was absolutely insane and I, along with the rest of the audience, enjoyed every second of it. Although I didn’t get hypnotized (I tried) many others did, suddenly dropping their heads at the sound of his voice.
This following post is an interview with one of the tallest students on campus. Kevin Rukundo is a sophomore from Rwanda. This is his second year at Hope College and he is majoring in Economics and French. In his free time, he likes to talk to his family, play FIFA 16 , hang out with his girlfriend, go to athletic events and sleep. If you could describe Hope College academics in an adjective, verb, and noun what would it be?
If you are prospective or admitted student you can spend a night or nights with current student. At Hope we call it an overnight visit. I have done one of those two weeks ago with my friend from Sweden. Unlike from other students, I knew him for two years, so we did not have to break the ice by all kinds of questions, so my jobs was easier from this point of view.
If you go about a mile down 10th street from Hope’s campus towards Lake Macatawa you will find yourself in Kollen Park. Kollen Park sits on land that used to a basket factory in the late 1890s into the early 1900s. Eventually the land was bought by Martha Diekema Kollen who gave the land to the city of Holland with the purpose of it being converted into a park that everyone could use.
One of my jobs on campus, this job, is essentially the title of this blog post: Writing for Media at Hope College. However, when I titled that post I wasn’t planning on talking about my job as a student blogger, though it is relevant. Right now I’m enrolled in a communications course (Comm 255) called Writing for Media. In this class, we learn the basic skills to construct news and feature stories.
Okay, readers, I’m going to dive right into it: on Friday, I got to experience something breathtaking. I got to go to the Cliffs of Moher. Here are a few pictures of this fantastic seascape: Now let’s talk about the experience of being at the Cliffs. The Cliffs of Moher are easily the most beautiful landscape I’ve seen while in Ireland. And that’s saying something, too, because I’ve been to Howth , the Wicklow Mountains and Dublin City , which all their own special beauty
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