Jered Scott Martin from The Point on Vimeo. Written by Kelsey Osterman Imagine yourself a little farther down the road of life. After four years of all-nighters, research papers, general education classes and countless cups of coffee from Common Grounds, you stride across the stage to receive your college diploma. You momentarily bask in the polite applause as your sweaty hand tightly grips the expensive piece of official paper. Your heart pounds and excitement floods your body. Nothing can stop you now. Five months later, that jubilant day is but a dim memory of better times. After enduring numerous interviews, scouring online job listings and racking up an enormous phone…
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Taking Heart: A Nurse’s Ministry as a Patient
Written by Rachelle Brown Nadine Robinson has discussed the location of her mansion in heaven with God. She’s put in a request to live next to her grandmother with a Disney theme park in between the two. But this is no mere Disneyland or even Disney World. This is Disney Eternal, and it contains a roller coaster far and above any roller coaster ever imagined by mortal man. She describes the ups and downs and twists and turns, speedily guiding her hand through the air to show how the track would turn. She makes zooming noises — it would be fast, too. “I gave him the blueprints and everything!” she…
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Stuff Biola Kids Like
Written by Kelsey Osterman 1. Checking Mailboxes After Chapel Biola students are quite fond of checking their mail in general, but they especially enjoy peeking into that metal box right after chapel. As if being in a gym full of hundreds of students for an hour is not enough, Biola students love squeezing in with their peers to spin a few numbers and check their most-likely empty mailboxes. Surprisingly, students don’t get trampled in the post-chapel stampede to the mailboxes. Even though the majority of mail these days is electronic, Biola students seem to believe that checking their mailboxes is a daily necessity. 2. Walking Barefoot If they are not…
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Day in L.A.: Sheadon’s Story
Written by Sheadon Ringor 8:15 a.m. My team — a photographer, a videographer and myself — arrived at the Los Angeles Union Station and realized there was no free parking — it cost us $14! Bummer. 8:30 a.m. We finally found a ticket kiosk after walking around in circles searching for it. The security guards weren’t very helpful, and everyone else was rushing toward their trains. We realized we were going to have to figure things out on our own. 8:35 a.m. While waiting to board the Metro toward Hollywood, I struck up a conversation with some police officers. With a very unwelcoming look, one of the officers began to…