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,...

“Every morning on the savanna, every lion wakes up and knows that it must outrun the slowest gazelle, or it will starve, and die. That same morning, every gazelle wakes up and knows that it must outrun...

Alabama? And you’re from where? Why did you choose Alabama out of all places? Once people found out I was from New York, they were instantly fascinated by my decision to attend the Capstone. During my...

ROLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL TIDE ROLL!!!!! As many students have heard and even participated in that famous cheer at any sporting event, it can bring a great sense of pride and cheer for our school, The University...

Foreword: Before I begin this column, I want to emphasize that I'm no writer. I'm an engineering major who hasn’t taken a creative writing course since high school. I agreed to write this column during...

It was a cool Saturday evening in late May, when I turned on the television and began looking through channels to find something interesting to watch. I stopped flipping as soon as I came across the ever...

If I didn’t learn one thing during my time at the Capstone, I learned how to face Adversity and make it my friend. I’ve channeled enough resentment from tough situations that I could’ve looked Adversity...

As I sit here looking for inspiration for this senior write up, one thought comes to mind. I remember when I first told my friends from home –– Boston –– that I was heading down to The University...

The title of this article has been my motto for the last four years – and why I decided to write this senior column. Simply, the worst they can say is ‘no’.College is intimidating for many people,...

Four years ago I walked onto this campus not knowing a single soul. I was optimistic, albeit rather naïve. I did my best to get involved on campus, I volunteered, joined clubs and became a member of a...

Andrew Pete Cicero, Sr. was born in Praco, Alabama, in 1931. Son of a coal miner, he was destined to do exactly that, don a hardhat and delve into the pits of the earth. However, my grandfather knew that...

One week before my move to Tuscaloosa, my mom found out she had cancer. I didn’t truly understand what people mean when they say their world gets flipped upside down until this moment. I spent a good...