Hey Miami – Whether it's your freshman year, your senior year or anything in between, welcome to the school year.
I always hated summer. That might not sound like most children, for whom I generally consider summers to filled with rays of sunshine, friendship, dips in the pool, freedom and laughter.
I'm halfway through college and my life at school feels more like my life "back home." Go figure.
"Sexual assaults devastate students’ lives despite implemented training and reporting systems. My suspicion of Miami’s effort to end rape culture at the university grew to anger throughout my time at Miami. Every sexual assault report email added gas to the fire inside my chest. My eyes burned every time I heard a friend share their story..."
We steadfastly believe that change must be systemic, transformative and ongoing for students to learn, grow, thrive and experience belonging in our community. While Miami has taken significant steps to make changes, work remains to be done.
We’re not lost — if anything, we’re found. The restrictions of the pandemic gave us the time to slow down. Although we felt alone, we weren’t. We were given time completely to ourselves, our deepest thoughts and the people, plants and animals around us.
An end to women’s autonomy and access to abortion care (which is, not surprisingly, quickly snowballing into limiting access to contraceptives) is an end to economic and social power for the U.S. states racing to enact abortion bans. Ohio can be used as a prime example.
I’ve been saying yes to everything that came my way, even after claiming last semester that I’d recognized my limits. But I hadn’t been saying yes to taking care of myself. I can do everything if I want, but when am I going to give myself a break?
My best friend for the last 13 years got married last week, and I wasn’t there. On a random Tuesday, as I’m sitting in a lecture taking notes, she’s getting ready to put on her wedding dress.
Seniors, we love you, but that confetti doesn’t magically disappear after you snap the photo for the front of your grad card. You are literally popping centuries’ worth of plastic into the environment just for a single snapshot.
In the end, it’s up to all of us — students, professors, everyone — to make sure we are getting the most out of our time at Miami together. Next semester is our fresh start.
In my three years in ASG, I have never seen a conservative voice “silenced.”
I believe that unionization would be a step backward for faculty.
“Can we separate the art from the artist?” This debate questions whether it is morally correct to consume an artist's work if they have been accused or found guilty of a hateful or otherwise wrong act. I am taking it in a different direction: can the science be separated from the scientist?
So, like the Luddites before me, I decided to try to rid myself of the technologies taking away my humanity. I bought a Nokia feature phone.
I promise you, Bell Tower Place needs very little overhauling. I think I speak on behalf of the student body when I say that we don’t want this campus’s favored dining hall to be changed or redone — we just want it to be open.
As leaders in the Division of Student Life, all of whom reside in Oxford, we are opposed to the DORA expansion.
Now it’s mid-April, and the trends about Ukraine have quickly passed, but the war has not.
Earlier this month, Ohio legislators introduced HB 616, which would disallow curriculum or instruction pertaining to “diversity, equity and inclusion” (including Critical Race Theory and Intersectional Theory), and — like Florida’s “Don’t Say Gay” law — would prohibit or censor curriculum or instruction about sexual orientation and gender identity, from kindergarten through high school.
If I asked you to picture a student with disabilities, chances are you probably would not envision me.