Emily Garrett | Straight from the cow to your cheesesteak
Every year, my magnificent home state of Iowa has a spectacular state fair. Hordes of people flock to our state capital in order to get a taste of the Heartland.
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Every year, my magnificent home state of Iowa has a spectacular state fair. Hordes of people flock to our state capital in order to get a taste of the Heartland.
My house is freezing, the carpets are stained, the washing machine rarely works and I've named our mouse Melvin. However, I live in a great location and feel lucky not to be paying $800 per month like some students.
First semester freshman year I took a class called "Introduction to Religions of the West."
'Ooooooooo. I put my box in a box for you, I put my box in a box for you! Ooooooooo."
It's 2007 and with the new year comes new resolutions. For the next week or two, we'll be calling old friends, keeping our rooms clean and packing Pottruck. For Penn, however, 2007 is just another year with no special resolutions to speak of.
On Christmas Eve, I watched as my grandfather, Pastor Garrett, read the Christmas scriptures I'd heard countless times during the annual candlelight worship service in Colfax, Iowa.