Sarah Pankratz tried her best not to cry.
The opening of "The Flick" appropriately mimicked the beginning of a movie. A single lamp flickered on and illuminated the back wall of Studio 88 with different colors simulating a projection. Brassy opening music swelled to a crescendo and the audience settled in for a unique slice-of-life story.
Caleb Russell's windowsill is a greenhouse. Mason jars, clay pots and ceramic vases purchased from thrift shops and craft stores cover every available surface, each one filled with tiny green plants.
I walked into Lewis Place, and Renate greeted me with her usual bright smile. But following in her footsteps was the welcoming committee I was really looking forward to: Ivy, the newest member of the Crawford family, pranced into the hallway to see who had come to call.
Throughout high school Doug Sloan participated in an intensive four year computer and software engineering program. Arriving at Miami, he saw no better option than to major in what he'd spent his last four years working on.
The smell of jerk chicken and fresh-cooked empanadas swirled in the air at Uptown Park as Miriam Triana Serrano delivered her final remark to the crowd.
Students began to file out of last classes and dining halls, ready to head home. A lively event on Armstrong Terrace captured the attention of passersby. Old tunes, like "Sh-Boom," drifted over the lit terrace as pairs of students performed a variety of dances.
After reading some reviews and criticism of Hillary Clinton's latest book, I was prepared to write a scathingly negative review of her literary recollection of the 2016 presidential election.
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A flock of origami cranes dangled above the cluttered stage as Kashia Ellis-Taylor stepped up to the microphone. She pulled out her phone from the pocket of her rainbow speckled overalls and began to read aloud the poem on her tiny screen.
In typical Ohio weather fashion, the sky seems to be struggling to choose a mood. Raindrops indecisively drop from the clouds, dotting the stairs that lead to Armstrong, while the glowing rays of the sun make me regret my choice to don a sweatshirt.
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The first semester away at college is tough.
Last Thursday, roughly 30 students, faculty members and university employees dotted the seats of Kreger 319, a spacious lecture hall. They'd gathered for a Graduate Students of All Nations event, a Mindfulness Week session led by Miami grad student Ancilleno Davis in which international students and faculty were invited to share stories of their experiences at Miami. Apart from Leno himself, very few international students were in the crowd.
Uptown Park bustled with students, alumni and Oxford families as the Homecoming Huddle began. This new evolution of the traditional Homecoming Parade appeared to be a success among Miami fans.
It's 5:30 a.m. and Selena Pickett's alarm has just gone off. She rolls out of bed. Drowsily, she gets ready for the day -- making her bed, getting dressed and fixing breakfast in her chilly dorm room. But she has one morning routine that many others don't: she practices piano.
A new movie theater has been installed in the basement of Miami's Center for Performing Arts. But they aren't showing movies here. Instead, they are rehearsing for "The Flick," the Theatre Department's first play this season, which opens next week in Studio 88.
Officer Matt Hardin instructs me to wait in the building while he gets Roscoe out of his police cruiser. It's easy to spot which one is his because the license plate reads "K-9." The 90-pound German Shepard bounds out of the car and leaps at the door in excitement, looking happy as can be.
There was an air of uncertainty hanging over the bus stop as I arrived outside of Shriver. This was the site from which the Miami Mystery Tour Bus would depart, but the amassed people, myself included, didn't seem to know which of the various buses at the stop was ours.