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As an eighteen year old making a college decision a lot crosses your mind. For the typical eighteen year old guy the most important thing is young women. Following closely behind would be: the food, how good are the sports teams, and how many years can I go before I have to graduate. Which is why when I told my friends I would be attending Wabash they just looked at me like they didn’t get it.
Read full article »With the confidence of his coach and screams of excitement from the fans, Hudson willed his team down the field on a 14-play, 92-yard drive that ate up nearly eight minutes. When Tommy Mambourg scrambled over the goal line from a yard out, Wabash claimed an insurmountable 32-13 lead with only five minutes to play.
The crowd, already at a fever pitch, went wild. The Little Giant fans knew the victory was in hand.
Read full article »I attended Honors Scholar Weekend, staying with my friends at Theta Delta Chi, and was convinced this was where I was going to go. The weekend was so much fun that I didn’t want it to end, at one point telling my Mom that I didn’t want to come home. Unfortunately, I did have to come home, and went through the motions of other college visits. Although I strongly considered Hope and Beloit, they simply weren’t Wabash.
Read full article »This summer I found myself in the small town of Golden, Missouri for nearly two months. While in Golden, I worked for an organization called Kids Across America, a Christian-based sports camp geared toward inner city youth. The main goal of the camp was to use sports as a way to share the Gospel and reach out to teens.
Read full article »It’s funny how our roles as Wallies change. Once upon a time (three autumns ago), I entered my freshmen year at Wabash. Only one word could really capture my excitement as I left my home in Memphis, TN: anxious. From my spring visits in high school, I felt that Wabash had a certain energy; it’s quite intoxicating. Being in Memphis all summer, I felt deprived of that energy. During the week before Freshmen Saturday, I was so apprehensive. By the time I arrived at campus, I was anxiously trying to ditch my mom so that I could partake in the college experience. So, my first role as a Wally was simply being a wide-eyed freshmen waiting to dive into a new life at Wabash.
Read full article »Wabash, unlike big state schools, gives students the freedom to make their own choices while asking them to be gentlemen. Even though we enter the college as boys, we are always expected to act as mature adults. Sometimes (actually a lot of the time), we violate this rule, but its moral force isn’t compromised unless our freedom is taken away. So once the Gentleman’s Rule is replaced by a packet of rules devised by the Deans, and Wallies lock themselves in their rooms with their books and refuse to get involved on campus, Wabash will then be like all the other vanilla coed “big state” schools. When that happens we might as well end the Monon rivalry and erect another highway sign on campus reading “Depauw North”, because in essence that’s what Wabash would be without engaged boys trying to become men.
Read full article »As I was growing up, my father’s job required numerous moves throughout the midwest, with stops lasting about three years.
As a result, I never really developed a strong connection to any one place.
All of that changed at Wabash.
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