Well over a year ago, four friends sat in a Scott Hall dorm room kidding around about possible names for their "fake band"
The hum of cicadas cuts through the late-summer heat as the sun drops lazily below the horizon, marking the end to another blistering day. As the light fades from the sky and students meander back to their houses and dorms, classrooms and laboratories become vacant -- all except for the Center for Performing Arts.
The rain is audible on the turf of Yager field and the sky is a shade of grey that would keep most people cooped up inside. Not rugby players, though. Not Miami University's Old Boys.
They came in Washington Capitals, Columbus Blue Jackets and Pittsburgh Penguins jerseys. They came from Bowling Green, Ohio, Louisville, Kentucky and Washington D.C. They came to Goggin at 10 a.m. and trickled out around 4 p.m.
"Does the apartment come with sheets"
I'm sitting under the large, metal pavilion in a plastic chair alongside the kids. All of the other volunteers have left, so I'm alone -- as I have been the past two days. Mr. Patrick sits at the front of the room, reading a story about Moses. The kids, ranging from 5 to 18 years, listen intently as I panic about the time that ticks by on my watch. 5:27 p.m., it reads. Somehow, five weeks has dwindled down to three minutes, and I am not ready to leave.
It was the morning after France had beaten Croatia to win the 2018 World Cup. I sat on a plane at 8 a.m., preparing to land at Charles De Gaulle Airport. My mother, sister and I boarded a train, and in just a few stops, we were standing in the heart of Paris with our suitcases in hand.
When I was a kid, I read a book in which one of the characters had the ability to see into the past. If she concentrated, she could watch everything that had ever happened in a certain place. I've often wished I could have that power, but never more so than when strolling the steep narrow streets of Portugal.
Perhaps you know a vinyl collector that really likes talking about their records. Sorry -- I'm one of those people. In this column, I'll pull out some albums and discuss why I think they're important, interesting or just plain fun. To start, I'll take Frank Ocean's visual album-turned-valuable-vinyl "Endless" for a spin.
It's tradition by now: right before the release of a new record, Kanye West makes waves in the news. This manifests itself in his rageful tirades in interviews promoting 2013's "Yeezus" and in the incoherent, shambly rollout of 2016's "The Life of Pablo"
"Beerbongs and Bentleys" follows Post's debut album "Stoney," which was released in 2016. This new album has already been certified platinum by the RIAA, within four days of being released. Many artists take pride in their album receiving platinum after months or even years, but Post didn't even need a week. Credited to the many collaborations on this album, it was bound to do well.
Summer is coming, and while we're out of class, we'll have to find some way to occupy our free time. Naturally, it's time to look to the movie theaters for the hits of the summer. This list will start after finals week and commencement (though you shouldn't forget about "Deadpool 2," slated for release May 18).