I stood frozen at the front of the classroom, mouth open in utter shock. Staring back at me were 24 pairs of merciless eyes, offering no assistance as I remained…
The last notes of the fight song rang out as the crowd began spilling onto the field. The football players lined up to shake hands, one side dejected and the…
I have had many top priorities throughout my life; they change with whatever stage I’m in at the time. When I was 4 years old, my top priority was earning…
A wise man once said, “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.” This person may or may not…
Club Week: a long-standing Harding tradition. In many ways, the busy week has remained consistent year after year. Exhausted students waiting outside the caf before daylight? Check. Social clubs joining…
Last Thursday, I played soccer for the first time in my entire life. I wish this was the beginning of one of those stories where the subject finds a hidden…
Informational and directional signs. Digital monitors around campus. The Harding App and website. All platforms of social media. One department on campus pulls together all these aspects and more: University…
Spring 2006. I was 8 years old, thriving in second-grade and studying hard for the local spelling bee. Life was good — except for a sense of constant pain. Growing…
My parents and I stood frozen, eyes darting, sweat beading on our brows. Time was running out, and we knew we needed to act before it was too late. Taking…
“I always skip chapel on 9/11. Every year it’s pretty cringe-worthy.” It was a shock to hear someone make this casual comment Tuesday afternoon. The fact that someone would be…