By Charlotte Wood, Guest Writer If I have learned one thing, it is that stars do not fit into circles. You know those baby toys with plastic shapes — a triangle, a square, a circle and a star. One by one, a child learns where…
By Eli Wilson, Guest Writer 5.4 centimeters is all it took for 18 years of hard work to end. When the seniors were called forward for pictures, he didn’t move. He stood off to the side with the coaches, watching as the moment that was…
By Kate Chumley, Guest Writer The house is cold and bare. The shutters covering the dusty windows are shutting out the outside light. The rooms match the feeling of the house. There is emptiness within the house and there is no welcome. The house did…
By Kylie Kisgen, Guest Writer “Everything in moderation,” the saying goes. Practice, school, work, hobbies, down time, quiet time, eating, walking, driving, cleaning, grocery shopping, laundry. Don’t forget to take out the trash, pour into your relationships, walk the dog, turn in your assignment by…
By Lexi Lunsford, Guest Writer It’s 8 a.m. once again. Get out of bed. Get ready. Head to class. Take the same sidewalk to the same lunch table. Another class, with the same professor as yesterday. Head to practice. Same stunt group. Same cheer routine.…
By Madelyn Tullos, Online Editor-in-Chief Being a woman is hard. Or maybe we just decided to make it that way. We befriend the mirror but sometimes it feels more like an enemy. We’ve created girl math to excuse our expensive taste. We don’t like to…
By Kylie Kisgen, Guest Writer My biggest pet peeve is passive aggressive people. I extremely dislike this characteristic specifically in adults. I have seen passivity ruin cultures, environments, experiences, conversations, communities, and relationships. Passivity bleeds from one person to the other. I like to think…
By Lexi Lunsford, Guest Writer It’s 6:00 am on a cold Friday morning in January. The urge to sink back into sleep is heavy as the alarm blares humanity’s least favorite sound. The sky is still dark, and the warm bed feels impossible to abandon.…
By Charlotte Wood, Guest Writer My freshman year, a girl in my public speaking class asked if we could be best friends. I was a bit thrown off guard because, in my mind, this kind of thing only happened in kindergarten. You normally don’t just…
By Madelyn Tullos, Online Editor-in-Chief Saying “no” at Ouachita feels like a sin. They preach to you freshman year to get involved and offer endless opportunities to do so. Doors appear constantly, and we’re encouraged to run toward them without hesitation. So I did. My…
By Jacie Sellars, Print Editor-in-Chief I still remember the first time I stepped into the newsroom during my freshman year at Ouachita. I had attended the student media interest meeting and followed the newspaper group, listening to careful explanations of AP style and weekly deadlines.…
By Avery Walker, Copy Editor Most Saturday mornings on campus tend to be quiet ones, as students sleep in, visit home and enjoy a slow day of rest. However, Saturday, April 25 shattered the typical weekend lull as students gathered to participate in a noble…