By Sue Agee Borland
I walked through Point Loma’s hallowed doors
Though I wasn’t a Nazarene
I questioned the rules that seemed odd and extreme
But vowed to be both heard and seen.
I’m a rebel from birth so chose Russian to learn
The language requirement was clear
Dr. McKinney was teaching the class
And Sir Calvin was seated quite near
There were four in the class with the professor
You’re the Intelligencia was his introduction
“How I wish I was!” I cried out to McKinney
“You wish you WERE…end of discussion
So Calvin and I became comrades in mind
And lunched with his merry band of friends
All were thinkers and tricksters with God-seeking hearts
Making The Point prove how mighty are pens!
So many issues arose in those years
We grappled with equality, sin, and grace
And what was our purpose here on earth
And where will the party take Place?
Carol of course, got the ball rolling
And then started the rave and the rant
Noel and McKinney we knew had our backs
And Carol set up the Blunt Grant
Neal nearly recorded our stories and games
But I knew it would be a mistake
If the administration got hold of an actual tape
Our reputation would burn at the stake
Michael & Michael, the masters of fun
In true Amish Rumspringa fashion
And each of us learned and fought the good fight,
Filled each other with love and compassion
Now we gather and cherish all that is Blunt
We support students with that spirit to aspire
We honor our legacy in Abby, Jordan, and Ellen
Then Ivy and Micah and now Tony and Reyna, keep stoking the fire.
We’re happy to welcome you to our merry band
Let us celebrate all we find true
So lift up your glass in an epic Blunt toast
Cvevo Hiroshiva, the best to you!
