Montreat Anderson College - Agape / Sundial Yearbook (Montreat, NC)

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Rodney House, Robert Bullard, Confused? Your not alone Matt is Brylan Gann and Warren Turnip- puzzled by the antics of his good seed study hard for their mid-term friend Mellissa. exam. Upperclassmen, Carol Fox and BHHlsv Clark, provide entertainment Imying freshman orientation

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 Agape As you enter the gates of Montreat, it is as if entering a different world. To many, the gate symbolizes a new beginning, a time to start to prepare for the jump into so- ciety. For others it is as if entering a magical world where all their dreams can come to life. Entering the gate, which seems to have stood there for millions of years, is a sense of coming closer to God and one just feels the burdens lifted. Be- hind the gates is found an in- stitution to higher education, some people call it home. Whether they are here to achieve an Associate's degree and move on or enjoy the new Bachelors program, Montreat-Anderson College has something to offer every- one. At Montreat A friend loves at all times (Prov. 17:17); Boo Berry and Leslie Blow are a perfect exam- ple. Harry Ryan and Sam Wheeler pon- der various aspects of life over tacos at Annabelle’s. 2 OPKN1NG

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Life at montreat Though we all gather for the com- mon purpose of education, Montreat holds a special meaning that goes much deeper than that primary goal. Montreat is green mountains. It’s fresh white water over flat rocks. It’s a pool of blue sky that has no bot- tom. It’s firey color spilled across hills. It’s dogwoods fresh and bloom- ing. It’s the smell of a fireplace in the cold crisp night air. It’s snow white stillness and icy window panes. Montreat is rickety bridges that creak when walked upon. Montreat is the sound of rushing water when you’re on your knees in the prayer porch. Montreat is stone walls that ooze nostalgia and history. Montreat is the still dark waters of Lake Susan telling stories of those who gazed on it last. Montreat is trees and trees and trees. Tall, strong, fresh, trees with deep unwavering roots. Mon- treat has been here since the dawn of time hasn’t it? Montreat is community. Montreat is building lasting relationships. It’s a thousand different activities and feelings and memories packed into a small amount of time. Montreat is every emotion all jumbled together. Montreat is people. Montreat is nearer my God to thee.” Montreat is more than a place, it’s sentiment, love, giving, in one of its purest forms. Caroline Johnson, Micht-llc Thomas and Car- ol Fox have learned that Montreal offers an | environment where they caW use their job as R.A.’s to become close to eachkother. Tracy Sauls and Kevin Rupert spend some time by Lake Susan on a secluded bench, a ' place to talk and share.