It’s the little things that make FAMU very special

It seems like yesterday, I was just taking my first steps on the campus of Florida A&M University my freshman year. 

Prancing through “The Set,” letting the wind blow through my hair, admiring the scenery—when I tripped!

That uneven concrete in front of the new Orange Room came out of nowhere, Geesh.

What a great way to begin my undergraduate career at FAMU.

But now ladies and gents it has come to an end.

As graduation nears and I depart from this fine institution, I want to take a trip back down memory lane.

How can I forget those talent shows in Lee Hall, where people—”brave souls” is what I call them—took the stage in front of life’s worst critics, FAMU students.

I used to feel so bad for those singers who started good and hit that one wrong note or that new rap artist who nobody knew.

If I were the artist I would have much rather the eery feeling of awkward silence than the whole left section getting up and leaving as soon as I hit the stage.

Or what about Soul Train?

He never misses a day.

Rain, hail, sleet, or snow, you can catch him selling “goodies” right in front of the library.

He has the best hustle in town. College students always need snacks.

And the CD Man, I can’t knock his hustle because I definitely just bought a CD from him on “The Set” last Friday.

He may even have music that isn’t even supposed to be released until next year. 

I know one thing that I won’t miss is parking services.

They get me every time. I always feel like they are out to get me.

It’s almost as if they have a tracking device and know my car’s every location.

Now CoCo (my car’s name) does not look too charming with a yellow boot accessory.

However, I will truly miss the staff here at The Famuan.

The long nights—3 a.m. layouts to be exact—the dance offs, the arguing over stories, the “hey guys we need to meet deadline” comments from our adviser, Andrew Skerritt, Taylar’s laugh, just about everything.

As I reminisce, I can’t help but to laugh at the great things and people that make FAMU, FAMU.

My only hope is that I‘ve left my mark.

Kamelah Muhammad is a senior business administration student from Chicago, Ill. She can be reached at