Devin is a sophomore Media & Communication major from Scarsdale, New York. They joined The Miami Student their freshman year and, in addition to being the Business Manager, they are also the Assistant Opinion Editor.
In their tenure, they’ve written across various sections including Food and News, but, most importantly, Opinion. Anything and everything that they could complain about has made it into print. From COVID regulations to pizza rankings, she’s always got a problem with something.
When not overworking herself, you can find Devin wherever a Paul McCartney song is playing.
You can contact her by email (ankenedw@miamioh.edu) or on Twitter (@devin_ankeney).
By the way, the deadline to change a class to credit/no credit is today, in case that, you know, matters.
I'm halfway through college and my life at school feels more like my life "back home." Go figure.
The combination of sausage, pesto and feta cheese not only dances across the mind as an idea, but dances, too, across my taste buds. The perfect ratio creates the perfect dressing for the rotini, vastly exceeding the already high expectations I set as I walked into the dining room.
A night with half-priced schnitzel – and fantastic schnitzel at that – creates the perfect atmosphere for anyone looking to enjoy a nice night out with a healthy serving of hearty German food.
So, like the Luddites before me, I decided to try to rid myself of the technologies taking away my humanity. I bought a Nokia feature phone.
This empire state of mind in which I reside creates the jury in which I judge my peers. Today, I must crack down on the notion that High Street’s grab ‘n’ go, by-the-slice pizzeria, Bruno’s Pizza, is anything less than great.
Carl Bernstein, journalist and author, spoke on Miami Hamilton’s campus to give advice to those wary of the current war in Ukraine, its effects on America and the similarities between the Nixon Watergate scandal and the Trump White House.
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.
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.
The student body feels strewn unbearably thin. Unconscionable amounts of caffeine imbibed just to make it through the morning, let alone the whole day without a nap.