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Dane Leehman   FYS—What is Time?   Experiences with Time   9/16/2012 Cherishing the Moment Time stood still.  Lord Botetourt had just dumbfounded our defense, opening up an uncontested layup with no more difficulty than a can opener has piercing … Continue reading →

“Today is the most important day of my life.” Or so I, a five-year-old child, with a great seriousness, told my mother on August 25th, 1999, before stepping into my kindergarten classroom for the first time. There are many aspects … Continue reading →

When an individual thinks about the word “time”, there are almost infinite amounts of ways to perceive and interpret that one simple word and people since the beginning of age have been searching and attempting to label time as a … Continue reading →

My previous experience with time perception has been assumedly quite similar to most other minors to my knowledge. Fun times seem to pass with great speed, while the more boring instances seem to take loads of time. I’ve found that … Continue reading →

Time passing: Perception and Reality   Since the beginning of man there has always been a vague perception of the concept of time. What is that concept? Is it as measurable as we seem to make or is on such … Continue reading →

“He was a wonderful person and what little time I did get to spend with him was a blessing. He was too young.” “Life is too short. I miss you.” Time influences every life and is a constant presence in … Continue reading →

“Now next on the floor are the Cheerleaders from W.T. Woodson High School,” the announcers exclaimed. Then the crowd goes wild! Screaming fans and parents stand up, cheering and clapping as they wait to see their daughters perform the routine … Continue reading →

One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, over and over and over again. The incessant beeping of the metronome kept us together and right on time. As the players coordinated their movements, their collective shapes evolved into remarkable arrangements. … Continue reading →