Our Hearts Are Restless

Yes, the month is almost over.  But still, a good piece of poetry is never wasted.  This is by J.R.R. Tolkien, and is in The Lord of the Rings.  Since I have been traveling a lot this semester, I find it appropriate.  The formatting is funky on here and I cannot for the life of me figure out why it goes wonky when I try to paste from somewhere else.  Argh.  Tech support!!! Roads go ever ever on,  Over rock and under tree,  By caves where never sun has shone,  By streams that never find the sea;  Over snow by winter sown,  And through the merry flowers of June,  Over grass and over stone,  And under mountains in the moon.   Roads go ever ever on,  Under cloud and under star.  Yet feet that wandering have gone  Turn at last to home afar.  Eyes that fire and sword have seen,  And horror in the halls of stone  Look at last on meadows green,  And trees and hills they long have known.   The Road goes ever on and on  Down from the door where it began.  Now far ahead the Road has gone,  And I ...

It has been rather a while since I posted.  To be honest, I have no excuse other than that I have been busy with school. Took a flight to Florida for the Intercollegiate Studies Institute's Collegiate Network Editor's Conference.  Since I'm the Arts & Culture editor for our newspaper, the Rambler, I was sent along with two other staff members.  It was quite a fascinating experience, spending a day and a half at an Orlando resort with over a hundred conservatively-minded, very intelligent students from colleges and universities across the country.  I learned a lot and was given many ideas by the other papers and magazines and by talking to a number of other writers and editors.  I'm very glad I went, as it was quite a valuable experience. Last week, I had an entirely different and very unique break from school.  I left college a few days early for Thanksgiving break in order to fly out to my elder sister's First Profession.  She's a Carmelite nun, and just to...