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I love APU because…

Megan — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 20:14:38 +0000

The other day I walked into my Psychology class a little early, finding the previous professor that was teaching in that class talking to a student about personal issues it seemed. She was venting about a broken friendship and he gave her advice like a friend, or even a dad would. It made me smile because professors here truly and honestly care for us as people, not just as students that need a grade and a diploma.
Today (Thursday), the band Jars of Clay played in the Amphitheater in the afternoon. Finishing a midterm and then sitting and watching a wonderful band play next to great friends of mine was awesome and a great end to my school week.

10 Things I Wish I Knew Before Coming to APU:

Megan — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 22:00:12 +0000

1. It is really easy to make friends. The major difference between Azusa Pacific and other schools I looked into before applying to colleges is the people. If you try and sit alone at lunch, someone WILL come up to you and ask to sit with you. You have to really make a conscious effort to be lonely and bored. People are always surrounding you and they are the friendliest group of college students you’ll probably ever come across. Stressing out before getting to APU about friendships is unnecessary. All the freshmen are in the same boat, you will make friends faster then you can snap your fingers! Spend some alone time before coming to college… cause it might be a while before you get that again.

The Rain & The Tracks

Matt Mo — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 20:47:23 +0000

A certain key to professional communication is for the speaker, or in this case blogger, to establish an eleven letter word called credibility as soon as possible. This usually happens within the first paragraph or so of a conventional article. Being a freshmen at APU, my explicit credibility is close to none. It also doesn’t help that I’m from Colorado, therefore relatively new to this whole Southern California vibe.

However, in lack of my credibility lies my perception, something which no one can take away from me. I want to use my perception to talk about the drudgery that is “SoCal’ weather. The way I understand it, it never ever forever never rains out here. For a poor boy from Colorado, that just about breaks my heart.

The One Where I Talk About God’s Presence

Hannah — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 06:54:08 +0000

This week has been pretty consistent with the norm for a week at APU. The chapels have been great. The classes have been challenging yet very interesting. The weather’s been totally unpredictable. We go from scorching hot to raining and cold in less than a week. It’s actually pretty exciting, I never know what I’ll wake up to. I had another test in anatomy. I went to Kaleo tonight (the Wednesday night chapel). I spent some quality time laughing with my roommates this morning over facility management’s entertainment/possible annoyance with the completely avoidable flood in our bathroom.

In all the norm however, God has put a few things on my heart this week that I would love to share. One thing about APU that I personally don’t believe you could find anywhere else are people who truly brighten your day every time you cross paths. When I was first touring the school before I came here, I immediately noticed something different about APU’s campus. People smile at you and say hello when you walk by, and open doors for you. This is a different kind of Christian university, there’s something so special about it.

pumpkins and papers.

Ellie Kipps — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:29:19 +0000

My favorite season is fall, or at least it was in NorCal (where I’m from). I love when the leaves turn red and flutter down to the ground, and I love the crisp rain that speaks of hot cocoa and fireplaces and good books, but most of all, I love pumpkins: pumpkin soup, pumpkin bread, pumpkin ice cream, and most of all: pumpkin pie. This morning I woke up missing that fall feeling from home, and decided to make pumpkin bread with real pumpkin and a special blend of spices that my family uses. Now my apartment is filled with the smell of baking bread, and I’m feeling pretty homesick.