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We’ve all heard the complaints about Valentine’s Day: “Hallmark ruined it and now it’s a big gimmick just to make money off making people feel bad.” I am here today to say that I consider Halloween to be an endangered holiday — because Halloween is getting Hallmark-ified.
“Miami University and the Miami Tribe of Oklahoma are celebrating the 50th anniversary of the relationship between a sovereign Tribal Nation and a public educational institution.” Anyway, Happy Columbus Day! See y’all in class…
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The Prince of Darkness — the king of heavy metal since its conception — Ozzy Osbourne, is back. After a near-decade sabbatical from music, he released “Ordinary Man” in 2020, then immediately announced its successor, “Patient Number 9,” which came out Sept. 9.
Say goodbye to Credit/No Credit, kids, because Miami has run ass-first into letter grades… again.
Two years into college, two years to go. It’s safe to say that my life has adjusted to living in Oxford more than anywhere else.
As twilight dwindles in the crisp evening air, glowing lampposts illuminate the bricked district of High Street.
To dine at a restaurant is an unnecessary expense — one, I might add, that requires from college students the extra oomph of value and quality that comes from a favorite place or menu item simply to make it worthwhile.
Lud·dite /ˈlədˌīt/ noun DEROGATORY: “a person opposed to new technology or ways of working. ‘A small-minded Luddite resisting progress.’”
Carl Bernstein, journalist and author, spoke on Miami Hamilton’s campus to give advice to those wary of the current war in Ukraine, its effects on America and the similarities between the Nixon Watergate scandal and the Trump White House.
The term “coastal elitist” is far from a new one. My New York heritage has more than solidified the belief that I am not just better than those around me, but have better opinions than all those around me.
It doesn’t take much more than a glance in the mirror to know that my sharp jaw, shadowy beard, broad shoulders and Adam's apple provide to the average passerby a distinctly male physique, but despite these obvious physical traits I possess and what was printed on my birth certificate, I am a girl.
Some people call me a cynic. Others say I have a “glass-half-empty” mindset. I call myself a realist.
After cramming for 10 weeks straight with only two days off our normal schedule we are experiencing the most intense burnout the world has felt in decades.
Mid-afternoon sun blazing, you’ve endured a half-mile walk back home, you have a test tomorrow and three assignments due by midnight.
It’s only seven weeks left...49 days...three weekends until it’s four weeks left…
We’ve all seen the headlines. We all get the notifications. Whether it’s eight killed in Indianapolis, six in Rock Hill, SC or four injured just over in Dayton, mass shootings are an everyday occurrence in this country.
About two or three times a week I’ll take a walk around Oxford. Well, I should say that I walk around the entire border of Oxford that is Mile Square.
Two weeks ago, I changed my majors. Yes, plural, I changed both of my majors.
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