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Editor’s Note: For now over 75 years, The Baylor Line has been publishing vivid storytelling from across the Baylor Family. I don’t think our archives full of deep, inspirational features should live solely on shelves, so we are bringing them back to life in BL Classics. In this September-October 1991 article, alumni spanning the decades recall

Football Traffic  Ahh… the most fun and frustrating part of the fall… football!  Baylor football season means tradition, tailgates, and a whole bunch of traffic. Today, the season kicks off at 7 p.m. against Auburn. A Friday night game comes with a few complications, namely traffic. This impacts current students as well as classes will

New Baylor Bears on the Block  As we enter the school year and the weather hits its peak heat – we welcome in BU’29. This summer at Line Camp, the newest bears on the block learned a song that represents blessing for their future at Baylor – declaring it as their class anthem. Current students

Truly, it’s lonely on campus. “Across the university, students, faculty, and staff report low attendance, low traffic, and low morale, even as Baylor’s response to the COVID-19 pandemic has been much more thorough and careful than other universities. This is a difficult time for everyone – especially for an administration working hard to balance personal

There is a story of Michael Phelps in which a sports journalist was asking him why he just seemed to be staring off in space before this race.  The reporter asked, “Are you rehearsing how you are going to finish?”  Phelps said, “No. I’m rehearsing every single stroke.” High performers know the importance of this

Baylor University is where I learned to be Black. In 2012, I found myself in the six percent of Black students in a sea of more than 15,000. Having avoided a reckoning with my own skin prior to setting foot on campus as a freshman, I was almost immediately blindsided by my own identity. Blackness

I will always remember  the white man with white hair and white yogurt, who thought I, a brown girl, would shoot him. While walking through Old Main and heading for the stairs, a professor stepped in front of me. He was unaware that I was behind him and walked slowly, spooning yogurt into his mouth.