My Great-Pyrenees might be a super genius

While Argos is the baby and master attention manipulator of my two Great Pyrenees, Luna has always been the smart one.

When we were potty training the puppies, we tried out the bell system. We attached a dangling bell to the knob of the door we most often used to take the puppies out and hit it before every potty break to associate the bell sound with going outside. It took Luna all of one day to figure out a way to trick the system. The house rang with the sound of the bell constantly as Luna attempted to capitalize on her newfound powers. She believed she now had the magical ability to make the door open at her own free will, her human slaves available at her beck and call. She was more than dismayed when we discovered her ploy and removed the bell. 

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A Very Kentucky Photoshoot: Starring my best friend, a Great-Dane, and two horses

Last weekend, I decided to break out my new camera for a test run shooting portraits. As per usual Kentucky standards, it was overcast and on-the-verge of rain all day, but a quintessential horse farm behind our shoot and my friend Mary's natural star-qualities made for some pretty pictures. Take a look! 

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A (Not So) Wintry Trip to Red River Gorge

As a hard-line INFJ, I find it very difficult to do anything without extensive planning. So when my brother suggested he, my boyfriend, and I spontaneously go hiking in Red River Gorge, which we are not familiar with in the slightest, instead of Natural Bridge State Park, which I could navigate in my sleep, I had to try very hard not to refuse. As I turned left, forced to choose by the sign that indicated the Gorge could be found both ways, and my boyfriend frantically tried to find a trailhead along the new road, I had to remind myself that the best adventures are usually not created while following a bullet-point list. However, a bullet-point list can be created out of said adventures.

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The Art of a Breaking News Story

Normally, student journalism doesn't allow for much excitement. We tend to cover the same events again and again here at Asbury: Holy Emphasis Week, homecomings, student government elections. I could list a dozen things we have covered with a slightly different angle during all four of my years at the Collegian

But every once in awhile, something big happens in Wilmore or in connection to Asbury. We at the Collegian have a chance to go head to head with local news stations to scoop a story. When you get a whiff of these stories, you recognize them immediately. They make your blood sing and heart pound: here's our chance, your body seems to say as adrenaline floods your veins. Here is our chance to take the best angle, to nab the exclusive interview, to be read by thousands of eyes. It's intoxicating.

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What it's like to climb to the top [of a student publication]

I got the call on a rainy day shortly after returning from my semester abroad. I didn't recognize the number, and we were in the middle of a used Kia lot, car shopping for my brother. The "859" area code told me it wasn't a telemarketer, so I ducked into my dad's car to take the call.

"Hi, Hannah." At first I didn't recognize the slightly gravelly voice, but he continued without a reply from me. "Greg Bandy, here. I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you."

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Young people can have opinions too: Thoughts on [the Oxford tutorial system]

We need to remove the prejudice against young people being world-shapers. Lafayette was a teenager—yes, a teenager—when he joined the American Revolution and was made a major-general. We often think of teenagers as intellectually blocked beings being puppeteered by hormones and video games. What kind of contributionsdo you think we are missing—to government, to science, to literature, to art, to society as a whole—because we've told a generation of young people that their thoughts and opinions have no merit, that they'll think differently, correctly, when they're older?

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5 Things to Know About Great Pyrenees

Here's the truth: I never knew shedding until we got Luna and Argos. They shed year round. They shed when it's hot outside and when there's snow on the ground. Sometimes they shed enough that you can pull out fist-sized clumps of fur with your bare hands. If you don't vacuum for a week, there aren't just hair balls in the corners—you've got a new carpet made of hair. They can't rub against you without a thick layer of white hair left along your pants. When you do laundry, you find hair balls interwoven in the fabric of your shirts and filling the dryer vent. You have to keep a lint roller in the car because you know you'll be covered again by the time you make it from the bathroom to the front door.

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The Life of a Short-Term American Expatriate

I've dreamed about studying abroad ever since I can remember. When my brother and I played house as little kids, I was always a missionary in China or a college student in Germany. Then, in high school, I became enraptured with British television (Doctor Who, Merlin, Sherlock—the works), and I set my sights on England, hoping to one day spend a glorious semester across the pond and become a bona fide anglophile. 

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