I hate to be that girl. You know, the one who devotes her entire senior column to the college newspaper, but I’m going to do it. Hear me out, please. When I first arrived on campus four years ago,...

I graduated from high school a staunch abortion supporter, unaware of how radically my life would change thanks to a simple willingness to consider new ideas and information. Confronted with the reality...

This is what I thought I knew four years ago: I would hate UA, but it would be better than not leaving my hometown. I would never willingly go to a football game. I would never know the answer to the often-asked...

When asked to write a senior farewell column, the first thing I did was look up my expectations. Sifting through the musings of student leaders from years past, I found that these reflections came and...

Imagine an 8-year-old boy. Imagine that he was recently pulled away from his home and moved 8,500 miles away to a new home in the United States. His 3rd grade teacher walks into the classroom and he immediately...

Alabama has been my home my whole life. I lived in Gadsden until I was 18 years old, and then I moved to Tuscaloosa. For 22 years, I have walked on this ground and eaten this food and loved these people....

My ears might bleed if I fall victim to the tunes of Drake’s “The Motto” again, yet the idea of “YOLO” reverberates comfortably for me. There is a reason you see “Carpe Diem” tattooed across...

This has been an amazing four years here at the Capstone. The University of Alabama has given me so many opportunities to grow and change; however, it was difficult to start. College Republicans on campus...

The first Machine senate meeting I was required to attend, after I was elected as an SGA senator by the gracious Machine Greek members in the College of Communication and Information Sciences, was held...

Having grown up only two hours away from Tuscaloosa in Montgomery, I was no stranger to the odd ways of SEC college girls. The way they talk, act and dress was completely normal to me. Despite my parents’...

I learned quickly not to be scared or intimidated. As a wide-eyed sophomore, I sat near the back of the Naylor Stone Media Suite at a Nick Saban press conference and grabbed the microphone, hands trembling....

I know you have to buy your boyfriend jeans three sizes too big to get the Kate Moss “can you see the waistband of my Calvin Klein panties as my jeans are slung low on my hips?” look. I know that Zara...