On the first day of school last week, I sneezed seconds before Dr. Monte Cox’s prayer in 9 a.m. chapel. It was dead silent and drew much attention from chapel…
At any given time, my desk is cluttered with all sorts of random publication paraphernalia. In fact, as I write this first column of the year, I am surrounded by…
Did it smell like cigarettes?” That’s the question I get whenever I mention that one of the highlights of my summer vacation was a trip to the Waffle House Museum…
I understand now why college seniors talk about feeling anxious prior to heading into the wide world. When I say wide world, I mean exactly that. And beyond that, it’s…
Humans tend to have a difficult time assigning proper value to their talents and skill sets — and rightfully so. We typically battle excess pride and insecurity, consecutively, when faced…
Another tall tree has fallen on the Harding campus. Last week we celebrated the life of Dr. Tony Finley, former dean of the College of Education. Now the university family…
I spoke twice during my high school graduation. I was the class president, so I delivered an address to my peers and their families, in which they involuntarily indulged me for the…
After approximately 240 hours spent on deadline nights, 50 guest opinion writers and 20 “Just the Clax” columns, this is the last print edition of The Bison newspaper for the 2018-19…
The words “Petit Jean” have carried significant meaning for me since I was a little girl. When the park rangers at Petit Jean State Park know the names of your beagles,…
By Alaina Webb Spring Sing is a glorious time on Harding’s campus when the culmination of a semester of hard work is presented Easter weekend in front of thousands of…