Category: Fall 2018

An awkward AirDrop accident

It’s about 2 p.m. in Bell Tower Place dining hall, during the listless period between the lunch and dinner rush. The tables are dotted with students having a late afternoon meal. Conversation is muted. Then, a disturbance: A photo is publicly AirDropped to everyone in the dining hall with an Apple device, including me. “‘Gary’ would like to share a photo,” the pop-up window above the photo reads. It looks, to put it indelicately, like a picture of a man’s ass. Without even blinking, I press “Decline,” unfazed. It’s been one of those days. But not everyone is as...

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The summer I learned how to live

I’m not superstitious — not even religious, really. But sometimes I’m sentimental enough to believe some things happen for a reason. I believe this summer happened for a reason. *** My phone lights up as I sit down for dinner in a crowded New York City restaurant in the middle of January. The caller ID shines brightly in the dimly-lit room: Clark, Colorado. It takes me a second to realize why I’m receiving a phone call from so far away — and then it hits me. Shit. I hesitate before walking out of the restaurant to answer the call...

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The making of a real Italian

My dad was always told that his maternal grandfather, James Pacific, died young in a hunting accident. It took his mother, Anita Pacific, years to admit that James wasn’t a hunter and that the fatal hunting accident involved the police, not deer. My great-grandfather was an Italian immigrant living near Pittsburgh, Pa. He was killed by the police in the late 1940s because of his associations with the Italian mafia. I didn’t find out about the mafia connections until recently. It isn’t something that is often talked about, and it isn’t something to be proud of, but it is...

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On the Outside Looking In

When I was 9 years old, I dressed up as Nancy Drew for Halloween. I slid on a pair of white stockings under my skirt, slipped a baby pink cardigan over my white shirt and pulled my hair back in a headband. I carried around a plastic magnifying glass and a notebook. Nancy Drew had been my idol since I got the first six books in the series for Christmas one year. My dad would kneel on the floor next to my bed and he and I would read the books together before I went to sleep. In the...

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The Champion Standard

It’s just before 6:30 on a freezing October morning. Miami University’s campus is eerily quiet — no cars on the streets, no students hurrying down the sidewalks to get to class. The lobby of the Goggin Ice Center is empty, too, but the lights are on and today’s hits play on the radio throughout the building. At exactly 6:45, girls clad in athletic gear enter the lobby from the locker room, balancing on ice skates, the blades protected by plastic covers. No one says anything as they organize into four groups of four. In each group, three “bases” work...

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