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Stepping out of the ordinary

On the cusp of beginning the summer before my senior year at Harding, I was lost. I had quit the major with which I had begun school, drastically altering my eventual career path, and I had lost sight of why I was even studying Spanish in the first place. I recognized that I was in a rut, and what I wanted more than anything at that
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Withstanding hurricanes

Written by Daniel Cherry | Hurricane Michael hit Oct. 10, 2018. For two intense hours I fortified our house against wind that howled like a freight-train whistle. Fifty-year-old oak trees that provided our home with shade and shelter threatened to attack us and render us vulnerable. Roof shingles, once a shield from rain, moved like shrapnel, attacking vehicles, windows and garage doors and stabbing into
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End Note

Like others who have traveled abroad, I often find it challenging to choose a single memory or event from my time in Europe that is my favorite. However, I can say with confidence that the Lord used the three months I spent in Florence, Italy, to grow and challenge me in ways I never thought were possible. My experiences abroad helped me grow individually in
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A time for reflection

I had the whole summer to prepare and plan and think about the year. The day I got elected I started scheduling meetings so I could be prepared — so the rest of the Student Association would have a solid direction moving forward. I didn’t want 
students to see us as a representation of thought but of concrete action. In the fall, my energy had
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Arkansas’ brush with the Beatles

It was 53 years ago that Walnut Ridge, Arkansas, met four mop-topped boys from Liverpool. In 1964, the Beatles came to America, and they appeared on “The Ed Sullivan Show” on Feb. 9. More than half of the American population watched the Beatles’ performance that night, and that’s what pretty much single-handedly launched Beatlemania in the United States. Later that year in the first week
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End Note: Saying thanks

A few of the many scholarship recipients express their gratitude for life-changing kindness and support. As a recipient of the Coons Farrar Scholarship, I feel very blessed by the individuals who value the education and spiritual support we students receive in all of Harding’s programs. This scholarship is not just helping me progress through the next few semesters of nursing school at Harding, but it
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End Note: The letter jacket and the 200 butterfly

The last week of August 1974, I enrolled as a freshman at Harding. As I stood in the registration line in American Heritage, I noticed a middle-aged man dressed very well in coat and tie making a beeline for me. He came right up to me, looked me in the eye, and asked, “Are you Lee Thornton from Nashville?” “Yes sir,” I replied. “Can you
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End Note: The last meal in Pattie Cobb

With prayers every 30 minutes, singing in lines that stretched to the Lily Pool, steak night with cartoons, and all of the green beans you could eat, dining in Pattie Cobb Cafeteria provided generations of alumni with fond memories. The facility fed students from 1934-88, and on Jan. 31, 1988, served its last meal. When John Phillips (’89) posted his certificate commemorating his participation in
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End Note: Dear new Harding provost

I have been asked to write to you about “fun facts” I have learned as provost. I’m happy to do that, and I’ll try to pass along some relevant and hopefully beneficial observations. Most importantly, like all Harding employees, your job is to support the University’s mission. After all, in President Bruce McLarty’s words, we are “A Community of Mission.” I not only support that
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End Note: A Harding swing and a ring

I like to tell people I was a Harding baby. I am the daughter of two 1988 alumni, and I grew up hearing about and seeing the Harding campus. I have cousins, aunts and uncles who all attended Harding at one time or another. I loved Spring Sing before I even knew what the word “choreography” meant. There is even a picture of me at
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