I live in the rural prairies of Saskatchewan Canada. You might call it the middle of nowhere, the closest town being little more then a ghost town, with a population of one hundred people.

Coming to WCC has provided many wonderful experiences, though among the most dear has been the conversations that surround our classes, our meals and our evenings the dorms. When one is in the hallways of the class buildings, or walking back to the dorms for the evening, and are met with an opportunity to discuss Stravinsky’s ballet, Shakespeare’s tragedies, or Aristotelian philosophy, what better way can one be immersed in the Truth? And of all these conversations, and of all the curriculum classes, it is philosophy that I enjoy most; to grow in wonder of what was once a mundane world, through careful and sincere thought.

However, amidst the academic life, one neither can nor does forget the joys of the out-doors. Whether its in chasing lizards, climbing mountains, traversing twelve mile canyons, or going for a Latin star-gazing evening, the communities built with one’s fellow students, the meditative silence in the mountains, they require an active engagement with our senses that not only serves to assist the academic life, but is, in a way, a life all to itself. Of all these adventures there is none I’ll remember so potently as climbing Fremont, the third highest mountain in Wyoming. After the painstakingly long ascent, one is met with a terrifying four thousand foot drop on the other side.

When I’m not busy with academics, or exploring the Winds, I find an occasion to sit down at the piano and play a Bach Fugue, or Beethoven Sonata.