Mohd Rashid
In late January of 2012, I was twenty-nine years old and just beginning my first on campus college experience. While I had transferred into this private, fouryear institution as a junior, I had previously only attended courses online or on military bases for the past ten years. I had attended a handful of community college courses before joining the military, courses I could barely recall the subject of if it were not for the help of my college transcripts. I was excited for college. I was excited to be leaving the military. I purposefully wore sweatpants and tie-dyed arm warmers most of the first month of classes - simply because I could. I was less excited for some of the classes I was being asked to take, in particular, an arts course that was taught with a feminist theory framework.
