WKU Journalism students feel your story is newsworthy. Each of the writing pieces below captures the story of an individual and puts a spotlight on their life, the lessons they learned, and the importance of sharing within a community. Some of the writers even open up about their own personal experiences.
(Editor’s note: Photo by Mike Labrum on Unsplash.) By Hannah Claussen I stepped out of the car on a chilly Friday in October. My heels sunk into the soft dirt, so I walked on my toes. My eyes stayed trained on the ground. I knew before I opened the door that everyone...
By Rhiannon Johnston Before the final pitch, he knew exactly what he wanted. Surrounded by Western Kentucky University baseball fans, young Hunter Evans sat quietly out of place at the Hot Rod Stadium in his hometown, Bowling Green, Kentucky. The WKU...
By McKenna Mitchell The day I received my driver’s license, my best friend and I set off on our long-awaited adventure. We wanted Raising Cane’s Chicken. We scrambled out of South Oldham High School with purses and backpacks in tow. We dodged carpool moms and crossed...
By Sarah Walters Something that shouldn't come as a surprise about neo-Nazis: They fight dirty. I expected their affinity for metal music and shitty IPA beer. I didn't expect the biting and the hair-pulling. I discovered my expectations or lack of understanding of...
By Sille Veilmark Ditte walked out of the front door in stockings and stepped thrice on her toes before she reached the garage. The almost 6-foot-tall plant wall in the driveway had newly been cut. Among tools, bikes and a big refrigerator for extra food storage in...
By Griffin Fletcher It’s late afternoon on Saturday at Paradise Point Marketplace in Scottsville, nearly a 40-minute drive from downtown Bowling Green, and the smell of steaming hot dogs mingles with the warm April air. Max Erskine, 23, a Paradise Point employee, uses...
By Kyle Williams The man walks into a basketball arena on a cold, early-November night while the home team gears up for its lone exhibition game of the young season. He takes his usual route — maneuvering through fans on the way to the seat he’s grown accustomed to...
By Tanner Cole HIXSON, TENNESSEE — A golf cart unloads passengers from the far reaches of the parking lot onto the church steps. Greeters wielding pamphlets line the immediate interior. The high-ceilinged room is filling with members of the congregation. Abba’s House,...
By Austin Rutland I watched my 10-year-old brother as he stared at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that sat on a cracked beige plate. You’re going to hurt Momma’s feelings, I thought. Just eat it. I kicked his foot under the table and shot him a nasty look. Even...
By Lindsay Whittington I’m in Sarah’s living room with a group of people I know–all good friends, I might add–but all I can think about is the chili. It is at the center of my consciousness. Fear of it is gripping my mind and making my stomach clench in uncomfortable...