Madelyn Allovio removed her left hand from the yoke and yelled through a small window, “All clear!” She rested her elbow near the ash trays that came stock in all the Cessna 172s. 

Footsteps echoed off the the Adams Center’s walls as Travis DeCuire hurried down a corridor. He was late for practice, a commonality when the scheduled times and courts are switched at the last minute. 

Students leave behind the uncomfortable plastic seats and fluorescent lights of the lecture room in Stone Hall each Tuesday and Thursday as they’re transported across space and time. 

The harsh landscapes of the tundra and old-growth forests blanket  much of North America. Caribou herds once abundantly thrived from the western coast of Alaska to the eastern fronts of Canada, but that is no longer the case.

Editor’s Note: People are strange when you’re a stranger, especially when they ask you out on a date. That’s exactly what three members of the Kaimin staff did over the past week without the help of phones, friends or apps. What follows are three stories of rejection, connection and reflecti…

You hear it before you step into the darkly-lit shop that sells bike parts and as you buy a ticket from a smiling girl blocking off a hallway. You try to communicate over the pounding music, but it’s almost impossible, so you just smile and point toward the back.

For nearly two years, Jane Doe’s days routinely included gathering documents and filing reports with police, lawyers, prosecutors and University of Montana officials about an alleged rape at a house rented by fraternity members. 

When I told my psychiatrist I vape, she suggested I go back to cigarettes. She said it was probably worse than smoking and definitely not what companies wanting my money were making it out to be.

Wheelchairs don’t roll easily over brick pavement. 

A small film crew and a comedian vowing to bring stand-up comedy to ghosts pulled up to the front gate of the Old Montana State Prison. The site is considered one of the state’s most haunted, and once housed hundreds of convicts behind its 24-foot walls. 

It was a hot day in late spring 2017, and after driving for an hour in Los Angeles traffic, AC blasting, Chris Citowicki took a wrong turn onto a toll road. He had no money for the toll, and his thoughts were racing, trying to figure out what he was going to do.