When I was in sixth grade, our local "Officer Smiley," the name he gave to kids, visited classrooms once a month to talk about "Stranger Danger"
When a woman decides to report sexual misconduct she has experienced, you don't have to relive her trauma. You don't have to endure the depression, anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder which she has developed as a result of that misconduct.
There's a divide on Miami's campus. We all see it and we all know it. Pockets of Chinese international students and groups of domestic American students are walking around campus and living completely separate lives.
Some girls on this campus cannot sleep at night.
A habit of the vast majority of college students, including myself: organizing life -- exam dates, meetings, project deadlines -- by using a planner.
Like the vast majority of student orgs on campus, we at The Miami Student were counting on Mega Fair. Everything was ready. The posters, the sign-up sheet, the friendly faces betraying a slight desperation for new members.
As the first few weeks of the semester come to an end, I am calling for change. Year after year,we are forced to participate in an ancient ritual designed to torture students.
Let's be honest.