Delivered the food there and never had any problem.

I love my HBCU!!! So many beautiful souls there! Worth a visit even if you decide to go elsewhere. A True gem in Nashville that many do not know about. Class of '14

When I attended Fisk ‘72’ it was the top rated HBCU which was always Fisk or Howard. With its history and contributions to African American History, being ranked 13th is unacceptable and I hope we return to where we should be. Also, I was one of the primary tenor soloist of the Centennial Fisk Jubilee Singers group.

As a concerned family member of a Fisk University student, I am deeply troubled by the way some of the administrative staff seem to misuse their positions of power. It’s becoming clear that certain staff members are more focused on creating unnecessary obstacles for students than supporting them in their academic and personal growth. The countless stories of students being bullied, antagonized, or treated with disrespect by those who are supposed to be guiding and assisting them are alarming. What should be a place of encouragement, empowerment, and opportunity is instead becoming an environment where students feel belittled and disrespected, all too often without reason or justification. The university must do better. It’s unacceptable for students to face these challenges when they are simply trying to succeed in their education. The administrative staff’s role should be to support and facilitate students’ journeys, not hinder them with unnecessary struggles. As a family member, I stand with the students who deserve a fair and supportive environment, and I hope the administration will take these concerns seriously. It’s time for a change at Fisk University—one that puts the well-being and success of the students first.

Unfortunately, I was there for the basketball program, but the entire experience turned out to be a scam. First, I did not receive the scholarship from the head coach for housing, food, and book supplies that was promised due to the school's financial issues. Additionally, one of the most important classes to pass was Black History, and I had a white woman teaching that subject. I failed the class because I expressed to her that she could not teach me anything about being Black. As a result, I lost everything because of her hostility toward me. I became homeless and no one helped me. This was the worst black HBCU experience ever.