The university that I once considered the “little university that could” is slowly destroying itself. It breaks my heart to see all the professors and staff that inspire us everyday be let go all for the sake of the charts. I wish that the administration understood that we come here for an…
Today, a woman tried to justify herself, after announcing to me that she “had no tolerance or patience” for those with intellectual and/or physical handicaps. Hurt and angry, I could only stand there and stare, unable to speak, and feel very sorry for her. Because of her intolerance, she will never get to know or love some of the World’s most beautiful people; People who, despite living with the challenges they have not chosen to face, live and love more openly and vibrantly in inspiring amounts.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
— She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron (George Gordon)