I’m unapologetically obsessed with every single track on Kacey Musgraves’ new album “Golden Hour,” but one song in particular is striking in a heavier way, both evoking and challenging my anxieties...

Second semester of senior year is the easiest semester you’ll ever have! That’s the general consensus among college students, I think. It’s certainly what I thought as I looked ahead during my younger...

Don’t read this. It’s a waste of your time. Time doesn’t care how old you are. Time doesn’t care what you look like, how much money you have, where you’re from, what your religion is, what your...

I am a very busy man, and my time at the Capstone has been characterized by that word – busy. It’s my nature; if I am not at an 8-out-of-10 stress level, I’m bored. Whether it’s research, recruiting...

My name is Robert Pendley. I am a third-year law student graduating in May. I graduated from undergrad at Alabama in 2015. I have been at the Capstone for seven years. I was not a fraternity freshman pledge....

Throughout most of college, I have taken myself extremely seriously. I’ve assigned extraordinary gravitas to decisions and involvements that, in the long run, have not mattered at all. I’ve thought...

I was sent home from school my first day of junior year of high school. My crime was not loudly disrupting class; it was not fighting or throwing food or disrespecting my teachers. It was wearing a skirt....

I joined the staff of The Crimson White as soon as I moved to Tuscaloosa for college. I was an unpaid contributing writer, I knew pretty much no one in town, and I was living alone in an empty four-bedroom...

I would always read everyone’s senior columns and wonder what I would write about when the time came. Everyone would give life advice, but I will attempt to be a little different than the normal.  To...

When I transferred to the University of Alabama the fall after my sophomore year, I was intimidated. I was saying goodbye to my small, local university where I excelled in and out of the classroom. I had...

One of the most poignant, sustained memories of my childhood took place in 2004 when I was in the fourth grade. One particular school night after dinner, my parents and I were discussing my birth. My dad...