Ames is a junior Spanish and linguistics double major with an anthropology minor, hailing from Tampa, Florida. They are also beginning their master’s degree through the Spanish department’s joint BA/MA program. Joining The Miami Student was a spur-of-the-moment decision at their first-year Mega Fair, and they quickly realized they were too opinionated to write for anything except the Opinion section! In addition to The Student, they are also involved in the Miami University Marching Band, MUSF and the Dropouts skydiving club. Ames also works as a Miami tour guide, so they might love this school a little bit too much.
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.
A haven for all who are crafty and creative, the Makerspace opened in 2019 and quickly established itself as Miami’s premier center for step-by-step student craftsmanship.
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.
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.
Whenever I info-dump all of this onto someone, they are always surprised — or maybe horrified would be a better word?
It made sense that when we first went Uptown two weeks ago after arriving in Oxford early for band camp, my friends’ faces fell after spotting the new marquee at Brick. It listed a somewhat-familiar, somewhat-new lineup: Karaoke Night on Mondays, Country Night on Wednesdays … and, instead of the beloved ’90s Night, “TikTok Tuesdays.”
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.
Let them fade away into oblivion, knowing that they did this to themselves.
There’s something about accepting admission into a college, only to find out that its student body is considered to be one of the prettiest in the nation, and looking into that bathroom mirror, wondering if you’ll be enough.
These people, whom I affectionately refer to as “my coding friends,” may not know my name or where I live. But that doesn’t mean I’m not incredibly close with some of them.