I’m currently on Chapel probation.

I’m also on a four-year streak of opting out of Sing Song.

The “World Famous Bean” maintained its fame for only my freshman year.

The only social club T-shirts in my possession stumbled into my hands like The One Ring into Bilbo’s.

No diamond will twinkle from my hand by spring.

And I hate cats.

By the measure of ACU norm, I have failed miserably. I have rejected many of the activities and aspects at ACU’s core.

Even with a scroll of ACU under-achievements, I cannot and would not trade my experience for that on the most cat-sterile of campuses.

I once had a professor pray over me. After office hours. In the middle of a grocery store.

I have mastered all four-part harmonies of “Standing by the Jordan.”

I spent four months in Great Britain in the name of education.

This school, especially this newspaper, has given me a shot to share my opinions and learn from those of others.

In spite of my lack of Chapel credits, I am thankful for ACU’s force-feedings of fellowship with my peers, Monday – Friday at 11 a.m. sharp.

This is a school God-soaked in grace, therefore granting me a second chance at freedom from my semester in Chapel probation imprisonment.