Once upon a fairest of days at the University of the Ozarks, located within the babbling brooks of Clarksville, Arkansas, did I come upon a most delightful realm of education.
The bustling heart of campus didst exist within the Landers-Ligon Plaza, wherein lay an array of blooming roses in full glory, surrounding yon amphitheatre of masonry and the iconic Trustees' bell-tower.
This school, since its founding in 1834, hadst provided a strong liberal-arts education to many a deserving student. 'Twas accredited by the Higher Learning Commission and boasted perchance a student-faculty ratio of twelve-to-one. A vibrant atmosphere of scholarship and learning, art and culture, did linger here.
Verily, 'tis a commune for exploration and friendship. Students here sought to be Christlike for their fellow man, charity for all their peers and neighbors - to follow their hearts with righteousness and justice.
To aid in along this path was a cornucopia of experiences available to pursue. Multitude activities, athletics and organizations embraced yon pupils; with myriad opportunities to explore one's strengths and craft new abilities thereof.
An orchestra, choir and forensics team competed in regional tournaments as part of the school's curriculum; clubs were also present to embolden ones' interests. All sorts of creatures flourished here - dragons, ogres, trolls -all sorts!
To close this wondrous tale doth I leave thee with achallenge - Seek knowledge with thy neighbors here at University of the Ozarks. Make thy own path and mark thy own memories that will stay with thee through thy years. Go forth young warrior!