THE WELDON TIMES

You have really done it this time. After trash-talking beekeeping on social media again, you received a stern e-mail from Dean Harding summoning you to her office. Resigned to your fate, you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and softly open her door. If you don't complete this chess puzzle you could end up killed – or worse, expelled.

A student reflects on grief during law school and how members of the Weldon community supported her in a manner previously unexperienced.

Early on, I decided, “I would never pursue law.”    That is what I would tell my mom anytime she floated the idea of me becoming a...

My mind always craved high-impact movement. This made things like cardio circuits, spin class, and Pilates a perfect fit. In these spaces, I was part of something bigger than myself. When I made space for movement, I found community.

With leaves that looked almost spider-y and gentle white coned flowers – which are not flowers at all but specialized leaves called spathes.