Short Story:
Thicker Than Water

Submitted By
Melanie Moore

Everybody looks at me with a sideward glance. Like I'm going to steal their backpack or purse. I'm the kind of person your grandmother would cross the street for just so she didn't have to share the same sidewalk. When I walk into stores, I am always followed; security cameras have me on file. I once saw my picture behind the register of a record shop I used to go to. Read More

Local eats for cheap

Jenelle Tucker

Staff Writer

Sick of sacrificing good food and friendly local business owners just to save a buck? For many of us financially challenged students the beauty of trying to piece together an entire meal off a dollar-priced value menu is fading, and fast. Almost as fast as our patience for rushed service and burgers with onions (even though you clearly shouted "no onions" at least three times into the crackling drive-thru sound system.) Read More

A closer look at Atlanta

Chaim Eliyah

Staff Writer

One thing about new cities: You always get lost.

When I went to Atlanta with ten students from the Black Student Union, this happened practically as soon as we had left the Airport. Atlanta is a city with no less than five interstates, each with about 7 lanes on average to each side, and several other major freeways. The immensity of the city is somewhat daunting. We left the Enterprise car rental in 2 brand new cars - a 2005 Chevrolet Venture driven by Dr. Ernest Johnson and a 2005 Buick LaCrosse driven by myself. Read More

Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy

Assal Karimi-Rahjerdi

Special to the Ebbtide

I change my uncomfortable position on the hard metal bench, and look at him, his big brown eyes fixed on a spot as he goes up and down on a seesaw. It has been quite a while since the big, beefy looking muscles on his legs have drawn my attention. I can see the frustration on his face as he struggles to climb down on to the floor. Read More