There are so many great memories that I have of my time as a student at Taylor. Most, if not all of them, revolve around the community of friends and faculty/staff that I had come to know and cherish. These memories surface in my mind more as a montage of many different experiences rather than a specific story: Eating dinner in the DC with my floor (Foundation!), playing foosball or ping pong in the Dome, translating the book of John back into Greek with the other “Disciples of Heth,” DTR walks around the loop, building lofts, late-night runs to Muncie for food, singing songs in Señor Dixon’s Spanish class that still go through my head, chapel, taking Education in America with Dr. Joe Burnworth (as a junior no less), White Heart concerts, Ivanhoes, making friends with differential equations with Dr. Harms, ending up in the ER on my first pick-a-date, the Soup House, and so many more. In these moments, God was really working in my heart and mind, to grow me in my faith and learning. He did this by giving me great friends and mentors, but especially through amazing roommates and floormates. The time spent with these young men changed my life forever. The relationships built and the spiritual growth done together in community shaped who I am today. For that I am eternally grateful.
