My sophomore year woke me up. Oddly, it had none of the stigma associated with my riotous freshman year. By all appearances, I was thoroughly reformed. I had a second chance to succeed. This was balm to my recently disenchanted soul, primarily because, in performing badly my freshman year, I had failed to hold up a fairly substantial family legacy at Hillsdale College.
Author: Ian Andrews (Ian Andrews)
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Finding bliss in acknowledging my faults
I debated in high school, and I was both incredibly annoying and blissfully unaware of that fact. The first tournament friend I made was skinny and loud, wore a suit that failed to cover both his wristwatch and his ankles, and didn’t care how annoying I was. I liked him instantly. To our joy, we...
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Cruz’s speech contradicted our education
After Sen. Ted Cruz finished his speech at commencement this spring, he seemed to have given the wrong address. Cruz made no attempt to tailor his remarks to the new graduates of Hillsdale College. Few graduates had any question of their political affiliations. Few graduates were concerned about the success of free markets. Few graduates...