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Getting blown to bits by tiny bytes and bits, the sound so loud, what was that you said? Brick Street reads in at about 110 decibels -- about the same level of intensity as a car horn constantly on from 5 feet away. Get plugged in, loaded up, tuned in, turned off
Being a reasonable person is becoming a radical position. Having a conscience is becoming an activity for insurrectionists. If you agree with any of the following, look out, you might be put on some kind of watch list of people who trust scientific consensus.
"Love and Honor"
There has been a tremendous amount of talk around alcohol consumption recently, and rightfully so. With the tragic death of Erica Buschick and the 21 hospitalizations last week, Miami has received a wakeup call when it comes to drinking culture. Yet, while everyone points out that there is a problem, the one aspect that seems to rarely come up is the solution.
Dear Angela,
To the Editor:
I have only ever lived here. I grew up in the picture-perfect definition of suburbia and I went to public school. I attended college and soon I will graduate and move on with my life, pursue a career and whatever else "good Americans" do.
On Friday, Jan. 20, three days before Spring semester classes started, Erica Buschick was found dead in her dorm room. Miami University President Crawford has acknowledged the presence of alcohol in this tragedy.
As the memory of last weekend's hospital palooza is still fresh in the minds of the Miami community, it is important to further discuss Miami's alcohol policy and the effects it has on students' behavior. Specifically, it's vitally important to review Miami's "Good Samaritan" policy, as it is one that can literally mean the difference between life and death.
TO THE EDITOR:
Fiesta Charra is rarely quiet. Even on a weeknight, festive Mexican music pumps through the speakers and overlapping conversations fill the adobe-themed rooms. One large party accounted for much of the latter at the Oxford venue: us.
Last Halloween weekend, I went Uptown with my boyfriend around 11 p.m., headed straight for the corner of High Street and Poplar where crowds of other students were also making their way toward BrickStreet.
Too often while scrolling through social media I come upon posts that talk about how hookup culture is the evilest of all evils. I see articles written where people wish that we could go back to the time of dates, flowers and meeting parents. These posts and articles moan about how we as a generation no longer date but "talk." We no longer care about formalities, and somehow that means we no longer care about our partner.
The following piece, written by the editorial editors, reflects the majority opinion of the editorial board.
It was about 9 p.m. on Saturday when I overheard a guy at the table next to me talking to a few girls. Where I was and what the guy looked like aren't important. It could have been anywhere in Oxford and he could have been any student. The conversation he had was similar to ones I hear every weekend. It went like this:
The following piece, written by the editorial editors, reflects the majority opinion of the editorial board.