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.