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Hear These Words Of Mine

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Through the mumbo jumbo of numerous individuals and a nationwide game of “telephone,” I fear people are losing this purpose of my group, founded on and continuing through withholding judgment and asking questions.

BridgePointLoma Given the Absolutely-Not.

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“[The Vice President of Student Development at PLNU] told me that administration will shut down any club centered around sexual orientation that makes it through the club chartering process, ” the ASB Advisor told me, who has been working and advising me on how to give BridgePointLoma its best chance on getting chartered. I was slightly caught off guard since all my other conversations with the VP left me feeling optimistic.

Students paving the way for BridgePointLoma

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On BridgePointLoma’s Facebook page, co-founders Sean Lewis and Melissa Roth describe the group as “A nondiscriminatory community that is dedicated to the well-being of lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans-gendered, queer, and questioning students.”

condemnation (part I)

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The wind whipped through the trees above my head, drowning out all other sounds. The moon was a mere sliver of luminescence, only faintly casting it’s light on the cold evening. I had just finished work, and was walking down the campus mall back to my apartment. Almost nobody was in sight, since it was midnight on a school night. Only a single woman was walking towards me on the other end of the path, carrying a side bag and …

The Greatest Of These Is Love

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December nights in San Diego can get surprisingly cold from time to time. After throwing a thermal over my t-shirt, I pulled over the thickest sweatshirt I could find and slid my jeans right over my warm sweats. In the process, I remembered a pair of purple wool gloves that I took from Mama Lewis just before I left Oregon and covered my hands. Opening the door, I turned to my roommate sitting at his desk, dreading the difficult conversation …