314 · Dawn breaks, and the sunlight streams into the silent hallways. Another day has begun; motionless and still of life. Slowly, people begin to drift into the building , invading the silence with drowsy " hellos", the closing of locker doors, and shuffling of slow feet. As the hand on the clock moves closer to 8:00, the crowd picks up and noise echoes through halls. Laughter and shouts to friends now accompany the necessary trips to lockers. The day has begun - the motion has started. By mid·morning, the energy and excitement grows in anticipation of the treasured lunch hour (or 46 Minutes). The bell rings, and the thundering herd of students dashes out of their 4th period classrooms, out the side door of the building, into their cars, and off to lunch. Coming back with a renewed vigor and strength, the student body now boldly faces the last three periods of the day. The last minute, 3:33 exactly, comes none too soon, as the tension of the day is relieved by the ringing of the last bell. Friend shouts good-bye to friend, plans are made for the night, and the day slowly starts to die. The doors are locked, the halls stand vacant, as the shadows start to deepen down the long, white corridors. They echo with silence as the moon comes out from behind a cloud, and illuminates the front of the building with the silver words - Harding Academy, letting all who pass by know that this is Wildcat Territory. - John Cherry
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