Abstract
Nearly three years ago, I found myself on a student panel introducing the college I attend to some visiting guidance counselors. Each of us introduced ourselves--I was a biochemistry major, and had chosen to come to Eastern Mennonite University because of its small size, cross-cultural learning opportunities, and reputable science department. One reason that I did not mention was my Mennonite religious and ethnic identity that was deeply changed by four years at a Washington, D.C. area magnet high school. I needed answers. What was all this God stuff really about? Guilt? Social control? The opiate of the masses? What did these big existential questions that I needed to ask say about my abilities? Why were most Mennonites farmers, anyway?