Readers, where would you expect to be if you were: a. Shaking your hips uncontrollably, attempting to mimic a spicy Latin salsa sequence? b. Flailing your arms pathetically, trying to keep up to energizing hip-hop beats? c. Feeling beads of…
You can call me Ferdinand
Actually, you might want to call me Chris, as in Christopher Columbus. My original idea for this post was an experiment to prove that you can navigate the St. George campus by bathroom graffiti alone. I had in the past…
Weighing in on Women-Only Weights
Walking into a room full of beefed-up men, talking guy talk, performing bicep curls and bench presses, lifting weight you didn’t was humanly possible can be intimidating for many women. Luckily for me, the Athletic Centre offers “women-only” times in…
Riverdale Farm: A Cure for “Urbanitis”
The other day, I got distracted while studying at the Gerstein Science Library. This is not abnormal for me. What was unusual that day, however, was the source of distraction: leaves. I honestly don’t usually pay much attention to fall colours,…