Two weeks ago, I correctly self-diagnosed for the first time ever. This did not impress the Student Health Services doctor who confirmed my suspicions I had a sinus infection, but I was pretty pleased with myself.
Tell me what's wrong with selfies.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. In recent years, our Miami University community has been part of a national conversation. Many are speaking out against power imbalances between men and women, as well as abusive behavior in a variety of settings. From #MeToo to #TimesUp, women and men alike are rallying against these abuses.
Before I begin, I would like to say I fully understand that there are many pressing issues on Miami's campus right now. Sexual assault and race relations are two that come to mind, and both these issues take precedence over my petty concerns.
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My friend's laptop was on fire.
Canines puppers, doggos, woofers, pups. Man's best friend. The most precious thing on the planet. My reason for getting up in the morning.
When he sat down to testify before some of the most powerful leaders in our country, it was evident that Mark Zuckerberg had become a victim of his own ego. An image of a man who betrayed his followers and fans to benefit himself, has come to replace the persona of the cocky Harvard dropout who became a big success.
Nine years ago, outgoing Speaker of the House Paul Ryan gave the commencement speech at his alma mater.
When you do something wrong, admit it. If you're sorry, act like it. There seems to be a discrepancy here so to clarify, here's a dose of realism: If you mess up and apologize, only to turn around and gloat over your mistake, your apology is void. In fact, don't even bother.
Netflix's new series, "Trump: An American Dream," narrates the character development of our current president. It unravels Trump's ascension in the business world through sketchy deals with local politicians, his accumulation of wealth and his short-lived downfall through foolhardy deals. All of this leads to the crescendo of him announcing his bid for the White House in Trump Tower. Interviews with those from Trump's past (his chauffeurs, friends and former employees) reveal an intimate portrait of the man behind the catchphrase: "You're fired"
The legacy of America's war on terrorism and subsequent Middle Eastern involvement will be one of ambiguous strategic aims combined with piercing hypocrisy. Our outrage over human rights is selective, and often ephemeral. America will blithely invade unfriendly countries such as Afghanistan and Iraq to "liberate" their oppressed citizens by deposing of autocracy. However, we turn a blind eye to a Palestinian human rights crisis intentionally started by Israel, or on a more horrific scale, Saudi Arabia's massacre of Yemenis. At least, though, America's attitude toward Saudi Arabia has ranged from wary to critical. The same cannot be said for our current government's unwavering and wholehearted support for Israel, a country which, in recent months has proved itself to be corrupt and shamefully violent.
It's 8 p.m. on a Friday, my freshman year of college, and a text lights up my phone.
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Before arriving at Miami, I was nervous. I started watching "College Tips" videos by the thousands. Some talked about the right mattress topper to buy; others talked about different ways to meet new people. They all talked about the Freshman Fifteen.
Sadie Albright, 21, spent most of last Friday afternoon deliberating which pair of leggings she should wear to Netflix and Chill that night.
This past semester, I screamed at someone so loudly for so long that I lost my voice for a week. Since arriving on campus last fall, I have tried to fight at least 50 people. I've gotten so worked up over the lack of pie in the dining hall that I have actually burst into tears, leaving my friends clueless, uncomfortable and slightly amused -- a mix of emotions that they would soon come to easily recognize.
Coming off a week of relaxation, good food and laundry machines that actually work, the return to Oxford can only mean one thing - we have to be responsible again. A few weeks ago, sitting around on a Sunday meant planning how we were going to spend our week of freedom. Now that we're back, Sundays mean cramming homework and dreading the weeks ahead.
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