We live in a highly individualistic society in the U.S., and sometimes it may seem that the only way to live in a true community is within the microcosmic context of college campuses or intentional communities.

If you're a sports fan, you've likely noticed a recent trend that started on ESPN and has since been utilized and tweaked by multiple sports networks. During a typical sports broadcast, every few minutes a small rectangle featuring an advertiser's logo will first appear on the left of ESPN's bottom line and will subsequently make its way over to the right corner, where it stays anywhere from a few seconds to a minute or two.

Everyday for the last two weeks, I've checked my mailbox. I'm not even sure if what I'm waiting for will ever come. Not because he doesn't care or is too lazy to write-letters are simply not a common means of communication anymore.

The Olympics plays out for us a familiar American story about hard work paid off-it reminds us of everything that's romantic about capitalism. We are constantly rooting for the unlikely victor, the one whose success seems worked for rather than effortless. The more meager the beginnings, the more delicious the victory.

Piles of fliers are being dragged down hallways around Lower Campus, and heaved into trash rooms engorged on this wasted paper. And the knocking, the I-swear-to-God if-it's-another-one-of-them, the knocking quite literally hits home. UGBC election season is back.

I'm not sure if all of my readers will feel the same way but, personally, Valentine's Day seemed to be a much bigger deal this year. I was confused as to why Valentine's Day had never felt this dramatic to me before this weekend. I started thinking of how I had spent Valentine's Days past and, suddenly, had a flashback to something I had not thought about since high school. My Valentine's Days were always special because I always had a Valentine, and he was my hero the other 364 days of the year.

Winter is great-- from a distance. It's overstayed its welcome now, and sunshine would be a welcome change.

A couple of weeks ago a friend asked me to join her at a prayer service dedicated to the Campus School. She told me that the future of the Campus School was in jeopardy and that it would be a great opportunity to voice my support. I did not know much about the Campus School controversy. I decided to go to the prayer service and learn more about it.

Science isn't always right -- you have to make a judgment call in what you believe it tells us.