As a transfer student from Scarborough campus, St. George campus has always stood out to me as being the larger, older, and more extravagant campus. As a residence student, St. George campus stands out as the place to be in…
DROP FEES while I drop in a dazed heap onto the floor
I am still slightly frazzled upon returning (to the library? Not like I was here before) from the rally. I'm not even sure why, as I was not one of the can't-imagine-how-hard-they-must-be-working organizers keeping students in the right spots, handing…
Mais oui – you too can speak French on campus!
I’m not going to lie - it’s very scary to find yourself a participant amidst a large group of people sitting in a circle and speaking French. I’ve been in Toronto for six years, and have found many opportunities to speak…
UofT Library Saga Part IV: One More Reason To Love Gerstein
The university is always making changes here and there. Sometimes I kind of wish I had been born a few years later, so that now I'd actually be able to take advantage of all these new things the school has…
An Emo Story of Melancholy and Resurgence…and Free Tea
Pish with being cool and etc. I'm going to take a giant leap and be honest: It’s weird being a fifth year student. The buildings are all the same but now, the people in them are…different. I'm feeling like I…
Start with safety
It started off with a simple stop at Tim Horton’s late on a Saturday night. I had just arrived back on campus from my weekly trip home and hunger had decided to manifest and multiply in my stomach, with a…
I went to Canzine and all I got was this lousy zest for life
As a wannabe-purveyor of punk aesthetic, choosing to go to U of T downtown was quite beneficial. Toronto has a lot of… for lack a better term, variety. Whatever you are interested in can be found. If not, it can…
Work your writing
As a history specialist I’m always writing. I have protracted wars with my work on a regular basis; fighting diction in single combat; thrashing sentences apart only to stitch them back together again; that right word my constant nemesis, elusive…
Rooting for Residence
I can hear the wailing sirens from my window, piercing the crisp autumn air. In the parking lot, a marching band has bestowed me with a repetitive, heart-stabbing rendition (really, I want to stab myself) of an unintelligible song in…
I Have Rented a Mug! (And I’m Happy About It)
Is it just me...or at the folks at Diabolos a little... "questionable content"-esque sometimes? Don't worry ya'll. It’s charming. Don't change. Ever. And keep it up with all that Soko on the speakers. Soko never gets tired. (side note: why do…