Where is my home? Where do I belong?

   Will I ever be right? Or always be wrong?

   All that I am is part of this song.

   Help me, Help me, Help!

   Ken Udut, '95

   *sigh* also

   Kenneth Udut, '14

   I never forgot that feeling of climbing up out of the mud to
   reach some clear place from which I could see the sunrise -
   because I'm still climbing, but I get little glimpses of light
   now and again and have, on occasion, even felt the actual sun
   warming my face. It's the deep place from where my understanding
   of you lives.