While speaking to a good friend of mine, I was reminded of a poem that I first heard as a young man that has always been something of an inspiration for me.  It is entitled "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley.  Considering what we are facing and the struggles many of us encounter, instructor and student alike, I think there are others who might ( Read more... )

[The video begins with the view of a man sitting behind a desk, the communication device probably propped up on something since he's not holding it, both hands clasped together on the desk in front of him.  An easy smile is set on his features.]Good afternoon, students and faculty.  For those of you who either were not here during my previous ( Read more... )

[To be honest, he was rather glad when he arrived at the front gate and saw all the decorations and heard all the fanfare going on.  It meant that he could slip in practically unnoticed.  Though how exactly did you keep a six foot tall man in a military uniform from sticking out?  Either way, he'd managed it.  He didn't want to inform the others of ( Read more... )

[ Rourke has taken the liberty of setting up a community  dart board in the Joe West common room ( Read more... )

[This feeling is becoming disturbingly routine, the unrest, the anxiety, though, one may not notice the spike in the general baseline. The only thing you may notice is that the stinging in your ears returns. However, this time, it is mercifully brief ( Read more... )

[ He may not have been the marksmanship teacher, but Rourke decided that brushing up on his aim would be a smart thing to do. The J/ROTC class would require a lesson in marksmanship, but he wasn't about to ask Helga. Not yet, anyways. He pulled the hammer back on his last shot and fired. That was it for the canister ( Read more... )

If anything, the room Rourke was assigned was nothing short of a mess ( Read more... )