Sitting on a bench in Woods Quad is where I feel most comfortable on campus. It is where the Department of Gender and Race Studies is housed. My cohort, a group of brilliant graduate students, the faculty...

It’s almost 9:30 on a Tuesday night in your college town and you’re sitting in your dorm room or apartment working on a project or assignment or studying for a test and all of a sudden, you get a text...

I wasn’t in Tuscaloosa on April 27, 2011. My brother was, somewhere in one of the new dorms (Riverside West, I think?), so I remember the anxiety of watching what happened that day from far away. I remember...

April 27, 2011 is a day that forever changed me. In so many ways, it laid the foundation for the man I’ve become. In so many ways, it defined my entire Capstone experience.Just a second semester freshman,...

If you would have told me in August 2012 that I would be writing a reflection about my last four years at UA, I would have outright laughed (and probably cried) in front of you. Growing up in a suburb...

The world tells us that to live a happy life that we need to make as much money as possible by getting the best possible job. We are told, to do this, one must make the best possible grades to get that...

I am tired. Exhausted. And it’s not because I was attempting to navigate the seven different staircases in Reese Phifer or because I shut down Gallette’s last night or even because I underestimated...

With my victory lap coming to an end, there are a multitude of memories, experiences and lessons that can be shared. In my undergraduate career, I have had the opportunity to take part in advancement of...

As the sand in the hourglass dwindles on my time here at The University of Alabama all I can do is reflect and show appreciation. History, tradition, beautiful architecture; three things that describe...

My earliest vivid memory as a student at The University of Alabama is not an uncommon one: I was sitting in my chair at Bama Bound, staring out into a sea of unrecognizable faces, waiting for someone to...

I’ll be the first to tell you that I spent far too many days as the selfish college student, continually pressing ahead regardless of how many hours of sleep, dinner plans and conversations I had to...

No.It’s just two letters.One syllable.Such a simple word, yet I have the hardest time saying it. And that combination of two letters shouldn’t be daunting, but the thought of a missed opportunity,...