My name is Cosette Gunter, and I’m at the very beginning of a new chapter in my life. And actually, I think a lot of you are too.
You may have noticed, upon returning from spring break, that you can see all the way from Upham Hall to King Library now, without any leafy obstruction in your way.
With 20,000 students, we should have a recreation center that accommodates the size and needs of our student body.
Small things like that make me realize that I’m not the same as my undergraduate peers anymore. This social barrier is not something that I would like to see continue.
I wish you could see us now. You’d hardly recognize us – in a good way.
The Miami Student has consistently been reporting on the race for SBP and the three pairs of candidates. We also feel that it is also important to give our opinion on who we believe will represent the Miami community best.
As my final soapbox moment as a student, I’ve compiled a list of things that I’ve learned from navigating the past four years as a sober Miami student.
I chose everything in my college experience on a whim. After being happily sucked into the current, I’m about to be spit back out into real adulthood.
The Student created a space for my creativity to run wild, and through my work I was able to see tangible examples of how journalism was informing the community.
I was recently asked what being editor-in-chief has meant to me, and my answer was simple. Everything.
If you’ve ever read my columns, thank you. If it weren’t for you, everything I’ve published might've been compiled in a little pink diary.
The current market for cryptocurrency has boomed and in return ametuer investors, typically younger ones, have kicked off the lucrative industry in hopes of big returns.
We don’t know who we are anymore. We are constantly waiting for life to start, only to realize, it may never, and this is just it.
Not one moment before that did I feel more at peace with myself – like I was in full control of my being, my identity and my body. Never before did I truly feel that I had any control over how those around me actually saw me.
I’ve said before that there is beauty within grief. There is also joy within pain and love within loss.
I am, however, going to do my best to remember why I never liked this holiday in the first place, instead of focusing on the whole “newly single and annoyed at love” mindset.
The pandemic is not over. Every time we start telling people numbers are going down and that we can relax, people take their masks off and lose sight of what it actually means to go back to normal.
Don’t make this a war and waste tuition dollars battling a cause that aims to improve the student experience in the long run.
I was playing the comparison game with people I had never met before, and with the curated highlight reels they were posting. And I didn’t even catch on until a few days after I deleted the apps. I only noticed the voice when it stopped.
As happy as I get to see my family and friends, I’m always sad at the thought of leaving Oxford and living at home for weeks on end with not much to do.