Fiesta Charra is rarely quiet. Even on a weeknight, festive Mexican music pumps through the speakers and overlapping conversations fill the adobe-themed rooms. One large party accounted for much of the latter at the Oxford venue: us.
Last Halloween weekend, I went Uptown with my boyfriend around 11 p.m., headed straight for the corner of High Street and Poplar where crowds of other students were also making their way toward BrickStreet.
Too often while scrolling through social media I come upon posts that talk about how hookup culture is the evilest of all evils. I see articles written where people wish that we could go back to the time of dates, flowers and meeting parents. These posts and articles moan about how we as a generation no longer date but "talk." We no longer care about formalities, and somehow that means we no longer care about our partner.
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It was about 9 p.m. on Saturday when I overheard a guy at the table next to me talking to a few girls. Where I was and what the guy looked like aren't important. It could have been anywhere in Oxford and he could have been any student. The conversation he had was similar to ones I hear every weekend. It went like this:
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By Hannah Meibers, The Miami Student
By Ceili Doyle, Senior Staff Writer
By Graham von Carlowitz, Editorial Editor
By Maddie LaPlante-Dube, Editorial Editor
To the Editor:
Ceili Doyle, Senior Staff Senior
Miami University President Gregory Crawford came under fire over winter break for his tweet that called out former MU President David Hodge in a hostile manner.
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