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When I was seventeen, my parents took me 750 miles from home to a Bible college I had chosen but had never visited. I knew one person on campus and knew of another person among the five thousand students enrolled there. God cared for me and supplied new friends for me quickly. I met some of them in orientation. I can’t say I remember much about orientation except the friends I met.
I’m sure in orientation we learned about the meal passes, how to register for classes, about the prayer meetings in the dorms, where the bookstore was, rules for dating, etc. The orientation must’ve been successful...
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