To the naked eye PUC looks exactly the way it looked last month and the month before that. Sure maybe a few more flowers have bloomed, but everything is really the same. Except it isn’t. Little ripples of change are always in motion. We are a community of students, of artists, of adults and near-adults in flux.
Several weeks ago for colloquy Lizeth Hernandez spoke about her missionary trip to Africa. She showed pictures of the roads, the people and the churches she visited. Small buildings without the conveniences we take for granted here—lights, pews, etc. But that isn’t what struck me the most, what stood out to me was a simple phrase written in an African language: Seventh Day Adventist Church of _______. It was written above the door in a curve, and it made me feel warm and fuzzy.
Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy (DMD) is not a disease most people are familiar with. I had never heard of it before viewing Darius Goes West. Neither had most of the students and community members who filled Paulin Hall Auditorium recently to watch this amazing documentary.
The film follows the journey of Darius Weems, a fifteen-year-old teenager from Athens, Georgia, and his crew of friends as they travel three weeks across the United States in a recreational vehicle