From one Amherst to another
By SAMAYA ABDUS-SALAAM | Dec. 4, 2014Spectrum File Photo Between 1:30 a.m. and 4 a.m. Thursday morning I sat underneath my heated blanket, stuffing my face with Special K cereal and silently, yet hysterically, crying. If someone told me two years ago I would end up in Buffalo, I would have laughed. But when my mother hugged me goodbye after move-in weekend my freshman year, I almost told her ?take me back with you.? Something didn?t feel right.


















