Czech It Out!

I'm not outwardly a super religious person. When I choose to think about my faith, I don't usually choose to share my thoughts, but that doesn't mean I'm lacking in beliefs. I was raised Lutheran and grew up in a family where attendance to Sunday School on a weekly basis was mandatory, but my favorite parts of the church had to be the sermons. It made sense that someone as knowledgeable as my pastor would choose to share his wisdom through the word of Christ, and I enjoyed receiving these life lessons. When we began talking about Martin Luther and the Reformation in class, I honestly never realized the vast depths of information there was to know on the subject. While my lessons and my pastor's preachings had reached my soul, in a way, the history of the basis of my religion had never reached my mind in such a way as this. Getting to go to Wittenburg and Dresden to see the place where it all began and where I somewhat expanded my faith was such a positive and in

One of the most humbling experiences I've had on this trip came a couple of weeks back when Bree, Chase, Bailey and I decided to spend our free weekend in Krakow visiting a couple of very historical places: Auschwitz and Schindler's Factory. Learning about the Holocaust and World War II in the place where so many horrible things occurred was striking to the core. On our tour of Auschwitz, we saw the camp so many Jews, gypsies, and "outcasts" were tortured, made to be slaves in a society that simply didn't accept them for one thing or another. The glass cases that stood in rooms that had, at one time, been used for accommodations held vast quantities of the belongings of those who never made it out alive. We stood inside a gas chamber where thousands too many had been murdered for no more than being themselves. It was an impossibly difficult experience, and to put into words what standing in the footsteps of so many before me who had marched unknowingly to their

Fall Break Fall break was a whole lot of fun. This trip is so worthwhile. We’ve seen and done so many things, my thoughts I must compile. In order to explain this well I must do it my way. A set of poems I’ll write for you to read the words I say. We’ll start with Rome, our last day there, then London, Dublin, France. Each place I’ll describe what I can, so just give me a chance. Rome A gorgeous city, I must say.   The sights were beautiful. Our last day there, when left to roam, we had one common goal. The Trevi Fountain we must see, a wish we knew we’d make: a perfect life, a wondrous love - that’s all there was at stake. I’ll cross it off my bucket list. My wish? You bet I made. The memory of going there will surely never fade. London In London we spent several days. It’s my new favorite place. Hands down, the best place I ha