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[wutbju]

No. This is deceptive, Sam. I know you have to justify that $100k salary, but you’re being deceptive. 

There were not 800 students in that gymnasium. There were just under 600 -- or ~580. But the way you presented the picture and then that number makes it sound like these 800 students were present, when clearly they weren’t present.

Where were these additional 200, Sam?

But wait -- Randy Page published that there were 700 “first-time freshman.” 

Which is it? 800? 700? Or the obvious count, ~600?

It doesn’t matter in the end. The alumni believe the biggest number, they repeat the biggest number, and then they add false historical statistics to it:

The largest freshman class since 2013? Well, let’s see. WutBJU keeps track, you see. 

678 is what BJU reported to the state in the Fall of 2013. Those are full-time students.

WutBJU predicted this summer that BJU would have about 666 Freshmen pictured in the Vintage. To compare apples-to-apples, in 2013 there were 821 Freshmen pictured. 

WutBJU has to keep all these things in order because BJU pulls a bait-and-switch with its constituency. We will keep watching, however. And all the data will come out in the end. 

[planetboyrn]

Retreats: I used to...

Retreats. I used to think these were for people who were missing something. Lacking a tool or a part of one's life. I used to think that it was for hugs...and tears...and on the oddball retreats dancing around a fire in your underwear.

I used to.

And then I opened my mind. I allowed myself to receive and to revel in all that could be if I just allowed. I have a good friend named Sam Horn. She actually invited me to my first real retreat. It was at Morro Bay in California and at first I had visions of touchy feely, kleenex boxes and lots of hugs. Well...it was all that. And more.

I met people I would otherwise not have. I ran into a friend from Washington, D.C., Marsha Ralls. I forged new bonds. I committed to being better. I held myself accountable. 

I

Had

A

Blast.

I grew through the experience and I regret that it took me this many years to unveil the power that a retreat can be...if we just allow it.

My thoughts before the retreat and my thoughts after are like Mars and Venus...night and day...

And I'm glad I stretched myself.

What are you gonna do to stretch yourself?