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Tuesday, February 11, 2025
February 11 , 2025

Number 67 in the Nation but Number 1 in Our Hearts

In case you missed it (which you probably did) our beloved University dropped to #67 in the U.S. News and World Reports Ranking. Down 12 spots from last year, it's clear that Alix Earle's success can ...

UBus or Bust?

In honor of the first ‘Canes win of the season — I almost forgot what it felt like to leave Hard Rock happy — I thought it would be only right to talk about the epidemic that is the ...

A Catalog of Characters at UM

As you stumble through the first week of classes, I thought it only fitting to discuss the types of people that I have had the pleasure — or if we are being real — the displeasure of inter...

Fear the freshman-year first love

A word of advice from V? Do not fall for the boy (or girl) next door, especially when they are only a wall away.

The crippling cost of living in America’s most expensive city: An argument ...

When did Publix decide that they’re Whole Foods? When did my landlord decide that because my shower makes a weird gurgling noise that they can charge me for an in-unit jacuzzi?

Miami Madness

Well, it has finally happened … We, the University of Miami, finally have a team to rally behind, to get excited about, to attend a game sober enough to read the score for (can’t say the same for our football team). We, the University of Miami, are a basketball school. Let's celebrate with a little Miami Madness.

I hear wedding bells!

We can all thank Alix Earle, or better I say Mrs. Alix Earle-frat-guy, for helping our campus move toward a more virtuous and monogamous community of happily wedded 20-year-olds. So long, pool parties and Friday night dick-appointements and hello to a life-time of resentment and day drinking (not the fun kind).

Hometown habits die hard

Happy holidays, hometown hoes!

Dear reader, what’s in the frat pools?

I put forth this itching and burning query – a sensation similarly induced by the pool itself – to you dear reader, what could possibly be in the opaque vat of liquid we so shamelessly call a pool?

Dear FSU, a Miami rejection letter

Happy homecoming! I’m sure you’ve been made abundantly aware that our neighbors to the north, Florida State University, will be on our turf for a football rivalry game as old as time. No matter the outcome of Saturday’s game, we can all rest assured that we, our proud community of ‘Canes, have won the best prize of them all; Unlike the thousands of safety-school-Seminols of Talla-nasty, we got into the U. If I had the pleasure of writing one of the many rejection letters addressed to a now FSU student, it would go a little something like this:

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