ahh, the bisons

This is my Harding friend.

She doesn't technically go to Harding, but she goes to Harding Academy, which is like the high school version of the college I may be going to. Both of her parents are professors at Harding, and I will take their classes. She is my best friend, and my sister.

I went to Harding's Christmas Celebration a few days ago and fell in love with the campus. There were carriage rides along the sidewalk of the front lawn with antique carriages and beautiful, well-maintained horses. They set up a station for hot chocolate and apple cider. I might of had five cups, or maybe double that.

They did a fantastic job of making me fall in love with Christmas time at Harding. It was that night when I decided I was for sure going to Harding. I mean, just look at the lights on that tree in the middle of the lawn. It was absolutely stunning. All I did was sit on the swing in front of the tree and just soak it all in.

"I'm at Harding. This is where I belong" That's all I can think about now.

I know where I belong.