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You are a high school English teacher. You enter your classroom like any other day, preparing to teach. You suddenly notice your students are staring at you, pointing and snickering. Come to find out, you are the center of a rumor around…

Fliers circulated around the University of Houston-Downtown campus portraying a photo of student Kristopher Sharp with an oversized ‘X’ crossed over him and the words “WANT AIDS?” and “DON’T SUPPORT THE Isaac and Kris HOMOSEXUAL AGENDA.”

“You bitch! Why are you out with your friends? They’re all whores.” I don’t know why he hated my friends, he just did.

I like to look back on my transition from high school to college as an easy one: I was older, wiser and prepared to conquer the world with the knowledge that the state of Texas deemed satisfactory for a 12th-grade graduate.

There is an amazing feeling of pride a mother feels as her daughter strides across the stage to receive both her high school diploma and associate’s degree simultaneously.

Social media has given the world a voice; it has brought us together in ways we could have never imagined. While I will be the first to admit that this is a great thing, more often than not I find myself asking out loud, “Why did they post…

I was having a delicious meal with my amazing boyfriend and his family at the Hard Rock Hotel in Orlando, and given the environment we were eating in, we were discussing music.

Remember when Hakeem “The Dream” Olajuwon was winning back-to-back championships for Clutch City? Remember when the quote “Never underestimate the heart of a champion,” by Rudy Tomjanovich the former Rockets head coach, was commonplace?

Every morning after my shower, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, and try to force myself to look at my reflection for 10 seconds. I have never lasted the full 10 seconds.

Somewhere in America, right now, a self-proclaimed “hip-hop head” sits at a sticker-decorated Macbook exhausting 140 characters on why hip-hop is dead. With the age of the social media came the casual critic.