Synaptic

By Jayna Blom '93

Humility. Random House denotes it as the quality or condition of being humble; a modest sense of one’s own importance or rank.

By Brady Shutt '93

On January 31, 1950, President Harry S. Truman issued a public statement articulating that he had “…directed the Atomic Energy Commission to continue its work on all forms of atomic weapons, including the so-called hydrogen or superbomb.”

By Jamie Breuer '93

Plato’s efforts mark a new beginning in the world of systematized philosophy and critical reasoning.

By Ann Sobiech '91

Nathaniel Hawthorne explicates this “lurid intermixture” in several manners throughout “Rappaccini’s Daughter.”

By Shawn Deane '93

El cuento, “Los dos reyes y los dos laberintos,” escrito por Jorge Luis Borges, es muy interesante.

By Michelle Dietrich '91

Under Gorbachev’s regime, the Soviet government has attempted to open new diplomatic doors to countries that were previously considered pariahs.

By Janice Klein '91

I can still hear my mother’s defense of a dedicated but very average and traditional organist in our church: “She so often plays the old, familiar hymns—they mean so much to me. I can think of all the words of the hymns as she’s playing.”

By Brad Holst '91

As the Roman Empire evolved, it extended its influence over vast areas of land and multifarious cultures.

By Julie Nelson '92

I first read of England in James Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small. I was twelve or thirteen. Herriot’s England was for me the only England, and I held onto images of stone walls and dazzling green horizons and most importantly, amiably quiet farmers.

By Laura Galpin '92

Relaxation. Finally. After hurrying through the Venice train station searching for the right train, finding out whether we needed reservations or not, finding which part of the train went to Milano, which part goes all the way to Paris, crowding past people in the small passageway of the train with a 38 pound backpack and watching even the sweet leather-faced old women choose to limbo under me rather than squeeze past.

By Bradley Dunlap '92

Uneasily I climbed aboard the Ulsterbus for Enniskillen and sat alone in a window seat. I forced a cool smile at Aunt Sally who was frantically waving good-bye to me as if I were her only son going off to war or something.

By Walter Cannon

As a way of recognizing and rewarding academic excellence, the Honors Committee and the Skills Committee take pleasure in publishing this anthology of student writing.