I’m looking for the essence within the word ritual itself, and how I – a non-religious, 21-year-old college student – can find the deeper meaning in my life where I feel it fits.
I woke up at the same time every day. Started a class at 10:05 every day, Ate lunch immediately after that class from the same dining hall, every day. Spent nights rewatching The West Wing, eating the same meal from Red Zone. Every. Single. Day.
There are countless places I’ve never been, things I haven’t seen and people I haven’t met, and that gives me the most intense anxiety and tremendous excitement at the same time.
It’s reasonable to be upset by the fact that community leaders are bad-mouthing the student sector of the community, but throwing a tantrum only proves the point they were trying to make.
Fear doesn’t always lead to good policy making. Fear gets in the way of bringing people together.
With all that being said, and the ever-present threats of losing my key or forgetting to pay the bills still looming over my head, there are some great parts to living alone.
I was not the stereotypical kid who couldn’t remain in their seat or keep quiet while the teacher was talking – those kids get diagnosed easily. I was a daydreamer and a doodler who did well enough in school to fly under the radar.
Whenever I info-dump all of this onto someone, they are always surprised — or maybe horrified would be a better word?
That’s the issue with meeting people over a screen, if Zoom and iMessage can really be considered “meeting” — your first impressions are going to be nowhere near as accurate as they would’ve been in person. Mine weren’t. That’s just the truth.
With the Sex and The City reboot, “And Just Like That..” coming soon to HBO Max, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning. It was my third time. And for the third time I wondered… Why didn’t Carrie end up with Aidan?
As we look onward to the fall, I have this to say to the student body: Stay safe, get vaccinated, and wear a mask. I know it feels like the goal post keeps moving every time we get close to the finish line. However, it’s still up to us to keep each other and our community safe.
Whenever an American is murdered, we have to take it personally.
Every time I go to the Walmart in Oxford, I see at least five people without masks. Most of them give me looks, as if I’m the one who’s doing something wrong for wearing one.
I already cherish those earlier, louder years.
While I can’t stop these things from happening, I can give you some of the tools to rebuild yourself after.
The legacy I want to leave at Miami is motivating and empowering our community to actively fight for respect and be critical of our purpose.
But if you’re currently reading this letter in a print edition of The Student, all hope is not lost.
It often feels like I’m screaming into the void.
We understand that the markets act as a business, but they are also an essential student service. They should be catering more toward the latter.
Let them fade away into oblivion, knowing that they did this to themselves.