Starting in the wee hours of March 19, Miami University students across Oxford will begin celebrating Green Beer Day (GBD), a “holiday” where students dress up in green clothing or wear shirts sporting pop culture references related in some way to drinking beer colored a ghastly shade of green.
Sunlight beams in through the large windows at the front of the living room as Robert Schonlau sits before the gleaming ivory keys. His face, reflected in the glossy black finish above the ivories, is contemplative and serene as he adjusts the large-rimmed glasses on his face. Back straight and feet reaching for the pedals, the 16-year-old pianist sets his fingers to the smooth keys.
Every year, a new wave of first-year students are invited into the realm of sisterhood. Through the four seemingly never-ending rounds of sorority rush, girls search for a place to call home. But this search does not end when they receive their bid. Through lunch and study dates, a week full of being spoiled with surprise gifts and the final big reveal, sorority pledges go on the search to find the person to guide them on this new journey of sisterhood.
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The old stand-by. The pee-can. God’s loophole. It goes by many names, but anyone who’s someone in Oxford has taken a fat piss in the men’s bathroom trash can in the Brick Street Bar & Grill TM. But this gray beauty is moving up in the world, leaving its home underneath the hand dryer and taking its rightful place among the stars.
From last season’s Bachelorette Hannah Brown’s return and Champagne-gate to contestant Madison Prewett’s ultimatum, Peter Weber’s season of “The Bachelor” has been full of controversy, drama and tears. Every season, Chris Harrison announces that this season of the Bachelor franchise will be the “most dramatic season yet.” And now, looking back at Weber’s journey as the bachelor, Harrison wasn’t lying. If there is one word to describe this season, it’s “dramatic,” as there was some sort of mishap between the women in every single episode.
Gone are the days of the white Oscars. Well, at least, for the most part. The pressure has been on the Academy for years to change their pool of nominees from solely honoring brightly shining white characters that always seem to be front and center to including the diverse filmmakers and cast that are usually shunned behind the curtain. But racist tendencies of the Academy are not the award show’s only issues.
Since the release of her debut album in 2015, Ashley Frangipane has made a name for herself as singer-songwriter Halsey. Halsey has been known to focus each of her projects around a fictional place associated with a certain sound and concept. Her EP took fans to “Room 93,” her first album to “Badlands” and her second album to “Hopeless Fountain Kingdom.” “Manic” was released on Jan. 17, and it breaks the mold that her previous projects fit. Rather than a place, the album simply explores the self: self-love, self-destruction, self-acceptance and self-contempt.
"Has been to class twice; was too hungover to speak both times. Steals your seat five weeks into the semester (in his defense, he has only been to class twice)."
“We pride ourselves with having the most up-to-date technology to make our students lives more contemporary,” said finance professor Connor Lance. “But also because it makes me feel cool, and as an adult that is a rare feeling.”
He said “I love you” fifteen messages in and asked for my address before my phone number. His bio was “Trying to find the Romeo to my Juliet. No hook ups, I’m looking for the one ;).”
Well, if students thought the previous seniority based system was cutthroat wait until you’re getting your throat cut by a first-year with 15 AP credits.
This species is not known to be timid. Easter Bunnies are strong, confident and able to reproduce asexually.
The remodel includes the addition of five locks to each stall so that patrons may break them at their leisure, empty liquor bottles in the urinal, and the long-overdue removal of the soap dispenser, which no one was using anyways, all to give it that classic Brick Street feel that keeps guests coming back.
The warm scent of chicken, dumplings and other homemade cuisine hung over the crowd of students packed into the Armstrong Student Center’s Fritz Pavilion. The aroma wound its way through the numerous booths set up throughout the room, wrapping itself around brightly colored paper decorations and ornate ceremonial garb.
There was a small gap between the floor and the edge of the back curtain on the stage of Leonard Theatre in Peabody Hall. Just a few minutes before 7 p.m., a line of heels paraded from one side of the stage to the other, stiletto clicks ringing clearly through the theatre.
Long, black capes, pointy hats and wands dashed every which way in a hurry to emerge victorious. The whistle of a flute filled the air and magic filled the room. The third-annual Triwizard Tournament was in session, and Miami University’s muggles ran around Armstrong Student Center in celebration.
Imagine a silent, patient audience, partially comprised of students required to attend an event for a class and partially of eager LGBTQ+ community members ready to “get their life.” Now imagine that silence interrupted by three powerful words sung by Teyana Taylor.
In the summer of 1964, hundreds of students gathered on what is now Miami University’s Western Campus to learn how to register African American voters in the South, specifically Mississippi. Among them was retired Miami philosophy professor Rick Momeyer. Arrested three times, indicted by a grand jury and assaulted with various weapons in the South, Momeyer is an expert on Freedom Summer and its significance. “If you don’t know black history, you don’t know American history,” Momeyer said. “It’s not a separate history.”
Around three years ago, I committed to Miami University as an education major. I had attended Make it Miami, surrounded by lines of chattering high school students — red lanyards with name-tags hung about their necks, accompanied by anxious parents asking countless questions. It didn’t occur to me at the time that I would want to change my major before I had even gone to my first class.