Colby Taylor has had a busy few months. The first-year music education major has been working since July to start a nonprofit organization with the help of just a few friends. The organization, called Prism Marching Arts, aims to give special needs students an opportunity to learn to play an instrument and perform in a marching band.
The satisfying sound of crunching leaves beneath shoes, the sight of warm pumpkin spice lattes clutched in hands everywhere and the scents of apple and cool, crisp air littered the senses on Saturday, Oct. 5 at the 55th Apple Butter Festival.
The Chunky Sneaker. The Dad Tennis Shoe. The Fila. Since the emergence of the big sneaker trend about two years ago, there has been a considerable amount of debate surrounding this reemerging look. Is it kind of … cool? Or, does it need to die?
Our personal styles mean so much to every one of us, even if we don’t always sport it in the most trendy or lavish ways. Our style is the product of our ever-changing environments. As The Student’s new Style Editor, I hope to give our audience some insight about how Miami has shaped the way we dress and personify ourselves — for better or worse — because my style has been affected by it firsthand.
From first through eighth grade, I attended a Catholic school that required a strict uniform: white polo shirt, khaki pants and brown or black shoes. And for those eight years, my sense of fashion told a story of imprisonment and boredom. And, when I eventually graduated and attended a public high school, I felt like I was being thrown to the wolves. Don’t get me wrong, freshman year I wasn’t showing up to class looking like a slob, but I may or may not have owned a pair of green plaid Sperrys that I would match with my black Reebok ankle socks and cargo shorts.
First-year Tori Rammelsberg first posted a photo of her intricate makeup look on VSCO in 2018. Since then, she has continued to post on the photography app regularly. But now, this artistic individual with a knack for photography struggles to stray away from the label society has given girls like Rammelsberg who use the app. The app, formerly used for artistic photography, has been flooded with scrunchies, Birkenstocks and Fjallraven Kanken backpacks. While most of these brands have been popular for several years, put together they form the ingredients for the internet’s latest aesthetic: “VSCO girl.”
What’s trending in men’s fashion on Miami University’s campus? You may not have guessed it, but luxury athleisure and it’s main brand ambassador, Lululemon, dominate the streets of Oxford. I was determined to find out why.
On the warm evening of Friday, Sept. 27, the Miami University Confucius Institute (CIMU) hosted the 6th annual Chinese Festival to celebrate Chinese culture and language. The Oxford Uptown Park was alive with rich colors, beautiful music and fascinating traditions of Chinese culture.
Tarot cards. Rune stones. Electronic voice phenomenon recorders. A Ouija board. These items and more lay scattered across a table in the front of Upham 002, placed there by Jeb Card. The archeologist and assistant teaching professor brought this equipment in for his 5o students to examine and dabble with.
This past Friday, Miami Activities and Programming (MAP) did something they had never done before. They hosted an open mic night, with the door open to all kinds of talents including poetry, singing and stand-up comedy.
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The Institute for Food at Miami University hosted an open house on Friday, Sept. 20 at its farm. The event coincided with the United Nations Global Climate Summit. During the open house, attendees could pick their own cherry tomatoes, purchase salsa and posters at a table in the front of the farm and tour the farm. A handful of people participated in the first hour of the event.
About a year ago, Miami University senior Rebecca Burnham, bought a new pet hedgehog on a whim. Her friends were interested in getting hedgehogs and Burnham wanted one, too. So one night they found an ad on Craigslist for newborn hedgehogs, still pink and only an inch long, and they contacted the seller to see the tiny pets.
On Sept. 6 of this year, Post Malone released his third album, “Hollywood’s Bleeding.” If there is one word to describe “Hollywood’s Bleeding,” it’s diverse. Post has been called a versatile artist before, but it definitely shows in this LP. Some of his songs demonstrate his ability to concoct another pop/rap hit, including “Enemies” featuring DaBaby, “Die for Me” featuring Future and Halsey and “On the Road” featuring Meek Mill and Lil Baby.
Red Zone is an area upstairs in the Armstrong Student Center typically used as a hangout for watching sports with friends. However, on Sept. 21, Miami Activities and Programming (MAP) took over to host a karaoke night for about 20 people.
When junior Allison South started her first year at Miami University, she came in with her major undecided and unsure about which extracurricular activities to get involved with on campus. But just two years later, she’s juggling the University Honors Program, a major, two co-majors, a master’s degree, six student organizations and three intramural sports.
Boxes of arrows and a pile of archery bows rest on a bench as Archery Club President Justice Hubbard greets the people arriving to the band practice field. Veteran archers and new club members gather to send arrows flying across the field during the club's Saturday practice.
Few people love to party more than Charlotte Aitchison. Better known as pop star Charli XCX, she has built her brand on boys and bacchanalian nights. Since the start of her career, the singer-songwriter has proven she can reliably put out both industrial pop bangers and radio-friendly bops about the highs of living on the edge. But for the first time, Charli’s fanbase of “angels” have been treated to an album about what’s not so preferable about the eternal state of partying she’s painted pictures of throughout her career.
I spent many middle school evenings sitting at my kitchen table half doing homework, half watching whatever my mom had on TV. One day, seemingly unprompted, mom stopped in the middle of washing a dish and pointed a soapy yellow-gloved finger to the TV, which was playing a re-run of “Seinfeld.”