We were all kids once. We are still the same people we were back then, no matter how much our personalities, capabilities, and preferences have changed.

Performed and recorded at the famous Blue Note Jazz Club in New York City — which has featured greats such as Cannonball Adderley, Donald Byrd, and Geri Allen — “In the Blue Light” is an assortment of 12 reimagined tracks from her current discography. The album does a beautiful job of not only establishing Kelela’s versatility as an artist, but also her undeniable prowess as both a vocalist and lyricist.

He kept threatening to “repeal and replace” Obamacare; he attempted a “Muslim Ban”; he advocated for higher police force when it came to protests; he told Colin Kaepernick to get up. My God, he kept messing with North Korea. But what my parents, sister, and many others saw as irreparable damage being done to the stability of our democracy — whatever little remained — the rest of America only saw as stand-up material.

I stomached the dubious nature of being trans, of being seen as not-really woman but not-yet man. I accepted it all. Because that’s what I was supposed to do.

We use and popularize speech that centers our stresses and hardships, but we don’t go any further.

Though many people at the moment saw the event as another example of harmless frat-boy rowdiness, to me, the event was yet another manifestation of the power imbalance between dining workers and WashU students.

Conversations about rankings are coated in a pretentiousness that only swell within this university’s privileged echochamber. 

I am writing to speak for the college students who are simply annoyed.