All the introverts have known it to be true for many years; constant communication is tiring. Especially when we are expected to be retaining and maintaining friendships in more than one location, while also juggling half a dozen classes.
Senior year was merely a hurdle I was trying to overcome so I could make it to that mythical “college experience” all of the admissions packets told me about.
It’s almost like our parents putting bumper stickers on their cars, or even like tattoos. Showcasing small things we like through images on our devices, transportation or bodies is not a new concept, but it seems to be bursting at Miami.
Much of an editor’s job is to look ahead. To steer a publication through uncharted waters and, more recently, unprecedented pandemics. But it's also important to stop and take stock. Take stock of where we have been and who has helped us on our journey.
Unfortunately, anonymous posting allows for people to post whatever they want with little to no accountability. The only thing that YikYak can really do is delete the post and ban you from the app, which I don’t think is a harsh enough consequence for cyberbullying.
My daily, futile search for my homework opens a can of worms. Depending on the professor, the class and the assignment, my homework could be anywhere in any of Canvas’ several tabs.
It left me laid up in bed for three days, coughing up a storm, running a low-grade fever and going through three separate boxes of tissues like I was Taylor Swift after a breakup.
I’m looking for the essence within the word ritual itself, and how I – a non-religious, 21-year-old college student – can find the deeper meaning in my life where I feel it fits.
I woke up at the same time every day. Started a class at 10:05 every day, Ate lunch immediately after that class from the same dining hall, every day. Spent nights rewatching The West Wing, eating the same meal from Red Zone. Every. Single. Day.
There are countless places I’ve never been, things I haven’t seen and people I haven’t met, and that gives me the most intense anxiety and tremendous excitement at the same time.
It’s reasonable to be upset by the fact that community leaders are bad-mouthing the student sector of the community, but throwing a tantrum only proves the point they were trying to make.
Fear doesn’t always lead to good policy making. Fear gets in the way of bringing people together.
With all that being said, and the ever-present threats of losing my key or forgetting to pay the bills still looming over my head, there are some great parts to living alone.
I was not the stereotypical kid who couldn’t remain in their seat or keep quiet while the teacher was talking – those kids get diagnosed easily. I was a daydreamer and a doodler who did well enough in school to fly under the radar.
Whenever I info-dump all of this onto someone, they are always surprised — or maybe horrified would be a better word?
The Miami Student Editorial Board is calling on university officials to remove the conscientious objection from the vaccine mandate policy.
That’s the issue with meeting people over a screen, if Zoom and iMessage can really be considered “meeting” — your first impressions are going to be nowhere near as accurate as they would’ve been in person. Mine weren’t. That’s just the truth.
The Pfizer-BioNTech vaccine has been fully Food and Drug Administration (FDA) approved for more than 24 hours, and despite Miami’s COVID-19 website stating the university would be prepared to mandate vaccination once it achieved this status, officials have been silent.
With the Sex and The City reboot, “And Just Like That..” coming soon to HBO Max, I decided to re-watch the show from the beginning. It was my third time. And for the third time I wondered… Why didn’t Carrie end up with Aidan?
As we look onward to the fall, I have this to say to the student body: Stay safe, get vaccinated, and wear a mask. I know it feels like the goal post keeps moving every time we get close to the finish line. However, it’s still up to us to keep each other and our community safe.