The Small School Stigma

Apologies for the lack of posts of late. College has happened upon me again in the most peculiar way and I find myself juggling grad school applications, senior projects, and sucking the marrow from my last year at Northwest Nazarene University.

As I apply for grad school, I find myself haunted by this shadow: the small school stigma. This plague follows the trend of the image header: I go to a small school with a small program, but because few people know about NNU, it is hard to get hired. Aaaand as the saying goes, I can’t get experience without getting hired and therefore I can’t get experience and so forth. The topic of the following blog post is one of my grad school letters referencing this stigma. I really like it, so I decided to push it here. Maybe it will inspire people to rise above their small school problems…I dunno. I just really like things I write late at night, especially when my entire future seemingly hangs on it…



Something about Stars

The stars have always fascinated me. I was that kid who had the solar system plastered on his walls and glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. As I grew older, the seed planted from laying in my bed staring at my plastic stars grew into laying out under the stars for hours, especially in August in Farragut, Idaho with minimal light pollution.

There has always been this allure to reach the unexplored around us. The early Americans called it Manifest Destiny, the idea that the settlers had the right to explore and claim the land they find for their own. Not the greatest concept, but that idea moved a nation across a country and traces of that notion made their way to the space race. We are explorers. Now we explore new feelings, new people, and explore more than just territories.