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A Good Shot to the Ego

I must admit that I've always struggled with being humble. That's why there's nothing quite like a good shot to the ego. We live in a time when social media...

tampa

No Longer a New Face in the Crowd

During my second ACE summer, I heard a lot of stories from ACE grads about the second-year teaching experience. Maybe it was because I asked more questions, or maybe it...

cunninghamblog

"I am #2"

During my sophomore year of high school, I first heard the call to serve. Ms. McGuire, my literature teacher at Bishop Kelley High School in Tulsa, Oklahoma, asked the class...

letusbeginbuilding

Let Us Begin Building!

My daughters Elizabeth (age 6) and Catherine (age 4), constantly create. Whether coloring blackline pictures, drawing freehand, cutting things out, glueing, taping, dancing, or singing, they create incessantly. At times...

letusbeginbuilding

Let Us Begin Building!

My daughters Elizabeth (age 6) and Catherine (age 4), constantly create. Whether coloring blackline pictures, drawing freehand, cutting things out, glueing, taping, dancing, or singing, they create incessantly. At times...

returntoclassroom

Returning to the Classroom

Returning to my school after my second ACE summer felt like how I imagined Lucy felt when she returned to Narnia through the wardrobe after trying to relay her experiences...

lordhearourprayer

ACE Summer: "Hear Our Prayer"

Photo Credit: Andrew Hamaty Morning light puddles on the moss-covered stones of the Grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes. My breath, after my run, slows and my knees find the...

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ACE Summer's Spikeball Subculture

Four people stand in ready position on South Quad. Their knees are slightly bent, their eyes trained on the yellow ball as it bounces neatly off the circular net in...

AnswerCalltoTeaching

Answering the Call to Service in ACE 24

Walking into Accepted Applicants Night for ACE 24, I am not sure what I expected. I did feel one thing for certain-a slight sense of trepidation. I received an email...