Philosophy & French
Here at Wheaton the strength and the fragility of the human condition are in a never-ending waltz. My friends start companies and they cry; my professors edit volumes and they stutter; the squinting homeless man on the corner is a prophet, and lonely. Here we pry beneath the surface, unveiling our ferocious dependencies, unearthing our timid abilities, one-two-three-ing in time to this eerie tune of love, hopefully. In that we place our faith.