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My Soapy Scandal

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[dropcap]G[/dropcap]rade five was one of the high points of my life: I had great friends, a great teacher, and I let out my inner rebel.

This story begins with the ‘hot lunch’ in elementary school. My forgetful friend Bronwyn forgets her chocolate milk in her locker. Partner-in-crime Brietta suggests we conduct an “experiment.” The milk is to stay in Bronwyn’s locker until it grows mould.

Weeks pass, and wheelchair-bound Bronwyn, who was unable to even reach the top shelf where the milk sits, continued to endure the rancid smells emanating from the drink in her locker. Sinister Brietta and myself frequently check in on our creation, but we soon realised our experiment needed to go in a much different direction.

Brietta and I often broke the rules. We ran through the hallways, frequently adventured out of bounds, skipped pointless assemblies, and often hid in the girl’s bathroom during rainy recesses. One of these bathrooms eventually became our clubhouse.

Throughout the school year we’d been trying to concoct a mighty prank, something that would distinguish our rebellion against our draconian grade five institution. Our previous ventures included stealing the class butterfly to set it free, and crawling across classroom floors after being purposefully separated in order to pass very important notes to each other.

Months after that initial hot lunch, Bronwyn was still unable to reach the likely toxic dairy product, and Brietta and I finally discovered the perfect prank: we’d fill the soap dispenser in our bathroom-clubhouse. Brilliant.

So, we took the milk to our clubhouse, laughing maniacally as we ran. We pumped all the fresh, pink, clean soap out of the dispenser and poured the thick, chunky, discoloured milk in. Now all our perfectly innocent female classmates were going to get rancid milk on their hands. This would show ‘the man.’

Days passed; we soon forgot about our prank and moved on to bigger and better rule-breaking endeavours, until the teacher took me out of class. She frowned at me and asked, “Paige, did you put milk in the soap dispenser?”

I shook my head in fear. She asked again, adding, “Paige, tell the truth. You will be in less trouble if you tell the truth.” I sighed, and admitted to my horrendous crime, and was swiftly taken to the principal’s office, while my partner in crime sat innocently in class.

After a very frightening lecture from my principal where I was told this would never be expected of such a “well-behaved, good student,” and a call home to my dad to set up a parent-principal meeting, I was sent back to class shell-shocked, assuring Brietta I hadn’t ratted her out.

My dad was informed of my wrongdoing, and, completely underwhelmed, didn’t punish me at all. So, other than a firm scolding from my principal, we got out scot-free. But there was one lingering problem: which culprit had snitched on us?

Our first thought was Bronwyn, since she knew all about the crime and we had basically forced her to suffer with stinking milk in her locker for months, but forgetful Bronwyn was forgetful and easily ruled out. We tried to find the culprit for weeks, interrogating classmates from all around the school, but the mystery was never solved.

To this day, we still don’t know which of our grade five classmates turned me in. All I can say is this: we’re not sorry that whoever snitched got a soapy surprise. They got what they deserved.

One week in Sin City

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[dropcap]I[/dropcap]n the middle of the Nevada desert lies a place of decadence, extravagance, free-flowing booze, and a non-stop bombardment of lights, promotion, and people trying to get ahead. Las Vegas is a one-of-a-kind place with a culture all its own, but spending a week there is far, far too long. The excitement peaks at about day three and steadily declines from there, until you wonder why in the hell you decided to spend seven days in Sin City.

It all started when I heard that Shania Twain would be doing a residency at Caesar’s Palace starting in 2012. Being the unashamed, obsessed Twain fan that I am, I decided immediately that I would be buying tickets for my boyfriend and I, and that we would be making our way to Las Vegas a place I had never had the urge to go before.

I bought the tickets a year in advance. As I began planning the trip, I realized that our stay would coincide with Cirque Week, a truly wonderful event that celebrates all the Cirque du Soleil shows (seven at the time) that call Las Vegas home. Since I’m also a huge Cirque fan, I figured we might as well spend the week there and absorb as much Cirque as possible.   

We saw two Cirque shows: Beatles Love and Zarkana, and also took in a few special events, like an acrobatics demonstration and an interview with one of the creators of Ka, also a Cirque show.

Beatles Love is one of the best theatrical experiences I’ve had the pleasure of being part of. Whenever people tell me they are going to Vegas, I tell them that this show is a must-see and worth the somewhat pricey ticket. For Beatles fans, it would be heaven; even for those who are not, the show is spectacular with its stunning acrobatics and immersive set pieces.

Zarkana was a new show when we were there, and it’s a dark production with tons of spider webs, a giant snake, giant eyeballs, dank cave scenes, and some creepy characters. The acrobatic scenes are impressive, and I was happy with our choice.

We stayed at the Flamingo Hotel, located centrally on the strip. The Flamingo has been there since 1946 when infamous mobster Bugsy Seigel opened it as the first luxury hotel on the strip. It’s a mid-level hotel with decent amenities and an affordable price. Its location also served us well, being across the street from Shania.

Almost everyone you pass on the strip is holding a can, bottle, or oversized cup of liquor

Entering and exiting most Las Vegas hotels required a walk through the smoky casino, and once outside on the strip, there are people ready and waiting to shove their pamphlets, flyers, or CDs in your hands. There are guys with t-shirts that shout “Girls, Girls, Girls,” passing out flyers with pictures of scantily clad women to every man. There are also plenty of hip hop musicians trying to catch a break and sell CDs to passers-by. Their sales tactics are quite amusing: after handing me the CD, he asked for a donation, and when I said that I didn’t have any cash, he said he’d need to take the CD back.

The constant stimuli can be a lot to get used to on the strip, and one of the only ways to find refuge is to find somewhere to sit and eat. That task is easier said than done, unless you’re willing to live on greasy diner style food or pay an arm and a leg for good, quality cuisine.

One restaurant that we enjoyed was a new addition to The Venetian called Rattlecan. The food was not exactly healthy, with specialties such as deep fried pickles and a variety of gourmet burgers, but it was very tasty, and the décor was done by renowned graffiti artists. All in all, it was worthwhile visit, which is why I was sad to hear that it closed its doors in 2013.

Another thing I had to get used to in Las Vegas was the prevalence of alcohol. Almost everyone you pass on the strip is holding a can, bottle, or oversized cup of liquor, and this is totally acceptable, even encouraged. It really feels like a 24/7 party.

Just north of the main strip is downtown Las Vegas and Fremont Street where the original large casinos were built. The area has its own vintage charm, and we spent an afternoon there after visiting the Neon Museum, where they collect and restore neon signs that have been decommissioned. If you’re interested in the history of Las Vegas, architecture, and cool vintage neon signs, this place will be right up your alley.

After a few days, if you want to do away with all the attractions, lights, and spectacles in Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon is only a few hours’ drive away. We did a day trip with Pink Jeep Tours (in a very comfortable, giant pink van) that lasted about 15 hours, and it was well worth it. Going there and back in one day doesn’t allow for much time at the canyon, but we were able to have a meal at an old Native American lodge and stop at a couple of different lookouts. One unnerving thing was seeing all the people posing precariously on the edge of the cliff for a photo opportunity that looked like it might cost them their life. Those guard rails are there for a reason.

There really is so much to see in Vegas between the elaborate hotels, museums, shows, and outlet malls, but after a few days the constant stimuli and contrast between the over-the-top decadence and waste of the hotels and the abject poverty of beggars on the strip begins to get you down. One night, sitting at the slot machines in the Flamingo, we watched a woman feed twenty dollar bill after twenty dollar bill into the machine. It was a sad sight to see.  

Another frustrating aspect of the strip is how long it can take to walk anywhere. Pedestrian walkways make things safer, but sometimes force you to walk far out of your way, and walking next door can feel like walking a few blocks. There is a monorail that runs behind the strip, but it can often take longer to walk through one hotel, get on the train, and then walk through another back to the strip than it would take to just take the inconvenient walk.

Vegas has a unique culture, and it can be liberating to forget about your troubles, grab a drink, play the slots, and act like nothing matters, but eventually you have to return to reality. The only reason I would return would be to see more Cirque du Soleil or other stage shows — to me they are the best thing Las Vegas has to offer.

Shania Twain’s show was everything I could have imagined. A residency at Caesar’s Palace means no expense is spared to create a stunning production that the artist is highly involved in. Shania had two horses in the show, she flew in on a motorcycle, she sat around a campfire with some lucky audience members, and each song was brought to life with custom built set pieces and spectacular lighting and video projections.
My week in Sin City was complete. Now that I’ve seen the sights of this city that never sleeps, I don’t need to return anytime soon — unless, of course, one of my favourite musicians takes up residence at Caesar’s Palace or a new Cirque du Soleil show comes to town.

Sweden’s policy can solve the emotional labour debate

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[dropcap]T[/dropcap]hree waves of feminism later, women are still fighting for equality in today’s society. “Unpaid emotional labour is being hailed as the next feminist frontier,” writes Leah McLaren for The Globe and Mail. She, herself, has been downtrodden with extra tasks that no one has specifically asked her to do, but must be completed nonetheless in order to maintain a functioning household.

What is emotional labour, you ask? It includes all the extra hours of buying birthday gifts, soothing fussy toddlers, preparing for social engagements and, overall, maintaining the emotional well-being of the entire family. These tasks are leaving many women feeling resentful and overburdened, arguing that because this work is unpaid and essentially unrecognized in capitalist society, it renders women as dependent on men, thus facilitating an unequal division of labour.

Although it isn’t always the case that women exclusively provide these foundations, they’re seen as inherently feminine, and are devalued as real work in our society, which ultimately suppresses these ‘labourers.’

Once regarded as working the double shift, women have been caught in this struggle for generations, as they are expected to work full-time — cooking, cleaning, and raising the children. Unequal distribution of housework was a hot topic in the ‘60s, spurring ideas to adopt a Marxist view: one solution, for instance, was to compare housework to paid jobs such as a nanny, gardener, chef, and domestic servant, and to provide similar compensation.

This idea did not catch on then and I don’t think it’s going to catch on even today. So what’s a feminist to do?   

Here’s a novel idea: why don’t we stop devaluing the feminine? This probably isn’t as easy as dropping a hot potato in our current society that has a predisposed paradigm that worships the masculine. However, if we start to respect feminine values, perhaps men would be less afraid of participating in them? How do we bring about this paradigm shift? I propose looking to Sweden, one of the most gender-equal countries in the world, for inspiration and influence.

Sweden’s official website states that “gender equality implies not only equal distribution between men and women in all domains of society. It is also about the qualitative aspects, ensuring that the knowledge and experience of both men and women are used to promote progress in all aspects of society.”

Since we elected a sympathetic prime minister who’s progressive with regards to women’s rights and is not scared of the ‘F’ word, why can’t we make a tangible change in our constitutional government? We could emulate Sweden and seek guidance from their functioning policies that are actively and concretely encouraging equality amongst genders.

With a change in politics comes a change in acceptance and ideals. Social media has already helped pave the way for feminism and other pressing social matters to progress. Policy will solidify and support these ideals that the public sphere has begun to identify with.

If men and women are both given ample opportunity in terms of education, paternity leave, in the workplace, politically, and economically, I believe emotional labour will no longer be devalued and will no longer be primarily the woman’s role.

GUESS AGAIN, GRANDPA!: What was that, Grandpa? I wasn’t paying attention

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Guess Again, Grandpa! is a brand new column by Rachel Wong. Each week Rachel argues against her grandfather’s perspectives, presenting insights into the differences between generations. Check back every week for new content!


[dropcap]O[/dropcap]ur grandparents have led extraordinary lives, and they always have amazing stories to tell to prove it. But sometimes, those ‘I remember when I was your age’ beginnings can push us to direct our attention elsewhere.

Our grandparents had attention spans much longer than we do today. In fact, the attention spans of millennials are now shorter than that of a goldfish, according to a 2015 study by Microsoft. For our grandparents, hard work has always been a driving factor behind anything they do, even if it’s not the most interesting. My grandpa hated cleaning the house, but when my grandma was busy, he would roll up his sleeves and begrudgingly do his part.

Despite his deep-rooted hate for dusting and window wiping, he did it out of love, and he got it done fast. Even with things he did love, like building model boats, he would start the job and keep at it. There were no such things as distractions; he took his time and put 110 percent in. Our grandparents didn’t chase after instant gratification, just completion and perfection.

But fast forward to now and it seems like we can’t get anything done. Our less-than-a-goldfish’s attention span is eight seconds. We only have the capacity to pay attention for eight seconds before we get distra — I wonder what my crush is up to?

My grandpa always shakes his head and wonders how I get anything done. How do you hand your homework in on time? How do you meet your deadlines?

Well Grandpa, sometimes I get by. I guess this ‘all about me’ culture isn’t really working out for us. We’re all about the ‘now’ — I need it now, I want it now. If results don’t come fast enough, then we get bored or just give up.

Take the task of cleaning the house: I’m sure many millennials would rather not lift a finger, let alone clean anything. Chances are we’ll begin dusting and suddenly find ourselves preoccupied with crafting the perfect tweet to describe our current predicament. And after finally sending the tweet and scrolling through our timelines (again), we’ll decide to clean up our acts (no pun intended) and get back to work.

Repeat this 50 times, and what is supposed to be a 30-minute task has now been drawn out to two and a half hours.

But that’s just who we’ve become. Smartphones have heightened all of our senses, and the flickering lights and chimes of new messages make it impossible for us to tear our eyes away from glowing screens. I admit that when lectures get boring, the phone comes out to play. And even though I’ve creeped my crush’s Instagram profile five minutes ago, it doesn’t matter — I’ll do it again anyways.

ADHD has become a common diagnosis in our youth, but maybe this is a sign that we need to look up and pay more attention to the world around us. If anyone is still waiting for a zombie apocalypse, this might be it — but we’re too busy Snapchatting to notice. Grandpa, I’m happy to say that you would survive a zombie apocalypse; I wish I had your self-control.

You won this time, Grandpa. I’m a narcissist and can’t get anything done, but I’m trying. Maybe together, you can keep me accountable and help me build a bridge so that I can get over myself.

What is true legacy?

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[dropcap]A[/dropcap] couple weeks ago, a good friend of mine relayed to me his “life motto.” It was only in passing, but it was profound: “be brief, be bright, be gone.”

These are words that I’ve been mulling over since then; so simple yet so powerful — and truthful. I’m glad that I heard them, and I’m relieved that such people exist who spread these ideas. Essentially, this formula for success doesn’t seek recognition, it doesn’t seek fame, nor power, it doesn’t seek to force a name for its own sake. The irony is that this motto defies all of the notions of power, fame, and ‘legacy’ that too many individuals see as the definers of achievement.

Which brings me to my main point: what is true legacy? If it isn’t defined by being recognized for doing great things, then what?

I’m cognizant of the fact that the word legacy means different things to different people — and is recognized predominantly as a something to aim for to prove one’s achievements. It’s a fluid term used to describe those who’ve accomplished great things; those who’ve passed down knowledge and ideals, who’ve influenced social values through their actions.

Personally, when I think of true legacy, I see figureheads such as Ghandi, Mother Theresa, and Martin Luther King — all of whom were true to their aims, left behind prominent ideologies toward life and human rights, and as such are recognized by their name. Sadly, I’ve lived around a large handful of people who seem caught up in the dramatic epicness of the “L” word, and who aim so desperately for recognition as a means to prove their success that the act of being recognized in itself becomes their prime motivator.

Forget legacy. It’s an empty, meaningless notion that will leave you miserable.

So, when does the term ‘legacy’ meld with notions of selfishness? More specifically, when does ‘legacy’ actually become selfishness? What’s interesting is that the above celebrities captured in human history who’ve left behind such great legacies are those who were not ever looking to be famous in the first place.

These prominent figures are known for their commitment, their honesty, their kindness, their sense of humility, and the fact that all of their endeavours came first and foremost.

I get it. They were celebrities. Many of us students want to be wildly successful. We want to do great things. We might long for our names to one day be just as recognizable. Though I will say that as soon as you strive to prove your worth for its own sake, you then taint the morals around achieving such recognition.

So, what is true legacy in my books? I’ll tell you. Legacy is a toxic fantasy. It’s a motivator for selfishness — it facilitates a hunger for power, it drives people to become obsessed with themselves rather than to focus on what their actual goals are; it causes a player to create a race for success that doesn’t even exist. Suddenly accomplishments aren’t so much about the aim, but how these accomplishments are perceived in the eyes of others. Suddenly, legacy becomes an exhausting and pointless crusade.

When we fuel our obsessions with leaving behind a legacy, we sadly lose sight of what’s truly important, the tasks to be accomplished for the greater good, whatever they may be. When we desperately try to capture our own legacy and to thrust our name into the spotlight, I’m sorry to say we will never achieve what we want in the end — at least not in the ways we strive to.

Forget legacy. It’s an empty, meaningless notion that will leave you even more miserable than you were at the beginning. Keep your head down, treat others with respect, stay positive, retain your humility, be honest and genuine, and focus on what’s truly important, and it probably won’t be long before any sort of ‘legacy’ follows you.

Four signs your TA might be out of their depth

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The Peak Collab Project #1(1)

1. They have a questionable insistence on doing everything with puppets.

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2. They hide ineptitude by stringing together a combination of ambiguous statements and grunts.

The Peak Collab Project #1(3)

3. They have, on more than one occasion, asked to borrow your notes from lecture for suspicious reasons.

The Peak Collab Project #1(4)

4. They mysteriously change the subject every time you ask a question regarding grades.

SFU’s Health and Counselling Services need to provide better service

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[dropcap]M[/dropcap]y story with mental health officially begins in my senior year of high school, when I was diagnosed with anxiety. My doctor discovered that my intestines were literally empty — I had stopped eating — and were digesting themselves because there wasn’t any food to digest instead. Given a prescription for therapy and antacids to combat the physical symptoms, I was sent on my way.

It took me six months to actually go to therapy. It was August, and I was leaving for my freshman year of university in three weeks. According to my therapist, I should’ve been having two appointments per week minimum. She gave me a list of therapists she knew in British Columbia, but therapists were the last thing I wanted to think about upon arriving here. I was in a new country attending a new school. I believed this fresh start would somehow magically reconfigure my brain chemistry and make me healthy. The opposite occurred.

Panic attacks happened two or three times a day, I couldn’t talk in class, and the idea of approaching TAs during office hours sounded like my worst nightmare. I was also becoming depressed. Mistakenly feeling unloved and unwanted, I broke up with my boyfriend, stopped texting friends from home, and became flakey with friends at university. I found every excuse to stay in my dorm on weekends.

To this day, I have not made an attempt to seek help from the Health and Counselling Center, nor have I contacted any of the therapists that were recommended to me. Considering the preceding three paragraphs, this may sound self-sabotaging. Let me explain.

Problem one: the irony surrounding anxiety is that it makes you too anxious to get help. The irony surrounding depression is that you’re certain nothing could help you. So, why even bother?

Problem two: my residence advisor warned it could take up to a month to get a consultation. To a depressed brain, that screams, “Why even try?”

Problem three: you’re allowed six appointments per term before the student health insurance stops covering them. I could gripe about this for all eternity. Why is there a limit on how much help the most vulnerable demographic can receive? I was worried I would ‘use up’ my appointments on trivial problems, and then be ‘SOL’ later if my problems worsened. I was supposed to have two appointments per week, not once every two weeks.

I do have a friend who sought help from the centre. The results were even more dissuading than my own doubts. My friend was told the centre “wasn’t taking appointments right now,” with no hint as to when she should return. She has since dropped all of her classes and moved home to focus on recovery.

Nothing is more anxiety-inducing than the idea of going to the front desk (you can’t make appointments online), confessing to needing help for something incredibly stigmatized, and being turned away. Admitting to needing help puts you in an incredibly vulnerable position, and this system of in-person admittance only exacerbates the feeling. Being turned down after working up the courage to ask for help is an indescribable nightmare.

The second friend was able to make an appointment, but was put on anti-depressants that didn’t work out for her in the end. According to her, she had to wait months before they changed her medication.

You don’t need to be mentally unstable to understand why this system is unappealing. For most students, especially international ones, the university’s health centre is the only option, for both financial and geographical reasons. Exploiting already miserable students by setting a cap on how much assistance they can have is inhumane.

It isn’t enough to offer the service; you have to be good at it, too.

Two students arrested for protest during NEB hearing

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The protest on January 23, drew hundred of protestors who gathered outside the Delta Burnaby Hotel, where the hearings took place. - Photo by Kevin Rey

Three protesters, including two SFU students, were arrested during a sit-in of National Energy Board hearings for the proposed Trans Mountain pipeline expansion, on Jan. 22 in Burnaby. The protesters, SFU students Amy Widmer and Mia Nissen, as well as UBC student Destiny Sharp, were protesting the NEB approval process, among other issues. DSC_1200

These arrests follow the 100 that were made when protesters defied a court injunction to remove themselves from survey sites for the pipeline on Burnaby Mountain in November 2014.

The Peak sat down with Widmer and Sharp to talk about their experience when they tried to enter the hearing.

“Immediately, NEB employees stood up and put their hands on Mia, the third woman who was with us, and tried to physically move her,” Sharp said. Widmer added that RCMP and private security quickly formed a blockade to prevent them from moving forwards.

“After a while where they were asking us to leave, we just sat down [. . .] we were like ‘No, we’re not leaving, let’s make the point that we’re going to be here until you let us inside.’”

DSC_1229Security was tight but calm at the venue, with about two dozen police officers present on the sidelines and in the hotel. Widmer and Sharp had protested earlier that week by locking themselves the the National Energy Board offices, and Widmer said they saw a very different response.

“The two of us locked down to a building, to the front doors [. . .] there was no police response,” explained Widmer. “The police response was to come and say, ‘Hey you guys, you know you’re a fire hazard?’ And we said ‘yes’, and then they left us alone. Whereas when we tried to enter a public hearing we were arrested.” The three had charges of mischief laid against them, and have a court date scheduled for April 28.

The 10 days of hearings saw oral arguments from lawyers, Indigenous leaders, and environmental groups against the pipeline expansion. If the project goes through, it will cost $6.8 billion and enable the pipeline to transport 890,000 barrels of oil a day. The hearings were not open to the public, but the proceedings are available online. DSC_1334

Hundreds of pipeline protesters rallied outside the hearing room that Saturday. The rally included groups such as the Wilderness Committee, Dogwood Initiative, Burnaby Residents Opposed to Kinder Morgan Expansion (BROKE), along with other community and environmental groups opposed to the pipeline.

This included the Simon Fraser Student Society and Graduate Student Society, whose members presented oral arguments to the NEB on Friday and Saturday.

SFU professor Lynne Quarmby spoke to the crowd, responding to recent news that there would be additional requirements for the Trans Mountain pipeline to be approved. She explained that problems remain in the NEB process, including the lack of oral cross examination and that the scientific evidence has not been not peer-reviewed.

“We need to pressure our new government that yes, we are happy that you’re paying attention [. . .] but it needs to be done right,” said Quarmby. “We have at least three newly elected Liberal MPs that campaigned very strongly on the promise that this sham would not be continued. Pamela Goldsmith Jones, Jonathan Wilkinson, and Terry Beech [. . .] need to be held to account.”

Protestors gathered outside MP Terry Beech's office on January 29.
Protestors gathered outside MP Terry Beech’s office on January 29.

This Friday, some Burnaby residents and activists did just that, gathering at Terry Beech’s constituency office. They delivered letters, reports, and a petition with over 6,000 signatures to the Burnaby North-Seymour MP, and presented him with a framed picture of his previous promises regarding the pipeline.

Speaking to the next steps, Quarmby had some advice for those who want to get involved.

“The more you can engage people, the more they will feel empowered. Empower your friends, empower your neighbours,” she said. “We still got a long way to go on this project, and this project is not the only one. It’s together that we have power.”

Widmer spoke to the power of taking direct action during a protest, saying that being arrested as a part of a protest is “not as big of a deal as everyone tells us it is. It’s not going to ruin my future.”

Her hope is that her story “will get to students in a way that makes them know that they are capable of doing it too, and that it’s not going to fuck anything up for them. It’s going to be fine.”

City of Vancouver & BC join SFSS in objection to pipeline 

Two weeks ago, the province of British Columbia joined the City of Burnaby, the City of Vancouver, and other organizations that have officially stated their opposition to the pipeline.

They cited the lack of “information around its proposed spill prevention and response for the province to determine if it would use a world-leading spills [prevention] regime.”

Safety concerns, especially regarding emergency protocols if a fire were to break out at the Burnaby Mountain tank farm, have been among the primary concerns for Simon Fraser University groups like the Simon Fraser Student Society.

SFSS VP External Relations Kathleen Yang explained that SFU has been unable to develop emergency response plans because Kinder Morgan “failed to provide them with adequate risk assessment and emergency preparedness information.”

She also brought attention to previous Burnaby Fire Department reports that suggest that there is a “lack of safe firefighting positions” at the tank farm. Said Yang, “it’s likely that they’re just going to have to leave the fire to burn itself out,” which could put SFU at risk and trap students on campus for days.

Yang explained “[the SFSS is] against this project, not for ideological reasons, but just for the fact that we want to ensure the safety and wellbeing of SFU students, today and in the future.”

DSC_1307While SFU is an official intervenor in the National Energy Board process, they chose not to present oral arguments to the board. Said SFU President Andrew Petter at a January 28 Board of Governor’s meeting, “Sometimes it is helpful to have oral submissions, sometimes less so.”

He added, “It should not be read as a signal of us being any less concerned or determined to ensure that the health and safety concerns that have been the focus of our intervention are going to be pursued.”

Not only is Kinder Morgan facing criticism, but the NEB itself came under fire when an audit by the Commissioner of Environment and Sustainable Development found that “the Board did not adequately track company implementation of pipeline approval conditions, or consistently follow up on deficiencies in company compliance with regulatory requirements.”

The NEB responded to the audit with promises to address the recommendations made by 2016. Currently debate is ensuing not only over the Trans Mountain project but also the Energy East pipeline in Eastern Canada. The federal government has pledged to reform the pipeline review process.

Said Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in a speech in Montréal, “The responsibility of the federal government is to establish a clear process whereby people can evaluate the projects in a rigorous and open manner.”

Starving for an Education

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The hunger epidemic at Canadian universities

 

[dropcap]C[/dropcap]anadian post-secondary students are literally hungry for their degrees.

While Food Banks Canada states that over 850,000 Canadians turn to food banks every month, impoverishment has influenced an upsurge in campus food bank usage across the country in recent years.

All students are entitled to three food vouchers valued at $25 a semester. The most recent statistics show that Simon Fraser University saw 872 food voucher requests in 2014 — an increase from the 75 reported semesterly users of the original food bank program in July 2013. This past fall, UBC saw the number of its food bank visits triple compared with the previous year, and a plethora of other universities are experiencing the same problem — a situation that The Canadian Federation of Students calls troubling.

Why the sudden epidemic? Ever-increasing tuition costs, lack of affordable housing, and low-income student jobs in combination with rising food prices and textbook costs are most likely to blame. To wield the life of a student in today’s post-secondary climate is not an easy task: a life riddled with financial strain, employment stress, school-related pressures, and social anxiety also often results in students who let their food needs fall to the wayside.

No student should have to attend lecture hungry, yet thousands of young, struggling students are being forced to choose between an adequate education and their livelihoods; a bitterly ironic reality given that Canada is one of the wealthiest, most sustainable countries on the planet.

So, where is SFU in this growing crisis? Up until December 2013, SFU had an on-campus food bank, run by Student Services and the SFSS, which provided hungry students with food options for 20 years. Located in the Maggie Benston Centre, the food bank served as an inconspicuous location for hungry students. Though, in the summer of 2013, Student Services identified various problems with the service — a lack of accessibility and convenience, as well as the social stigmas experienced by students — which resulted in the discontinuation of the project.

To entirely abolish the old campus food bank system seems to be a step in the wrong direction.

The issue was then relayed to the Simon Fraser Student Society (SFSS), who created a Food Bank Working Group to implement a food access strategy on campus. Cognizant of the fact that the closest food bank is in Port Moody — a tedious 40–50 minute transit ride away —  SFU’s new Emergency Food Bank Program began its pilot phase; one that would allow hungry students $75 worth of food vouchers for Nester’s grocery stores each semester.

Former SFSS President Chardaye Bueckert told The Peak in July 2013 that the goal was to create “a high quality, accessible, stigma free service.”

 

SFU’s current food voucher program: a real solution?

 

Keyword: stigma free.

Issues with stigma have plagued campus food aid services before. If students feel self-conscious while using these programs, many are deterred from taking advantage of these services — especially if they feel it’s not confidential.

While SFU’s SFSS Emergency Food Bank Program has undisputedly been of benefit to many users, the most recent report displays many comments — including a handful of negative ones — received from fall 2013 to summer 2014. Negativity was awkwardly wedged between one-sentence expressions of gratitude, conveying that students are still plagued by the social stigma of having to use the program.

While some users express their concerns with the program’s increased lack of confidentiality, other users hint at their deep financial distress — that the $75 limit on food just isn’t enough. Remarks surface such as “the food at Nester’s is too expensive, even for milk and eggs,” and “. . .it would be great to be able to obtain more than three [vouchers] per semester.”

Additionally, The Peak recently came into contact with a number of Reddit users, a number of whom expressed displeasure with their use of the food voucher program.

“Holding up a massive line in Nester’s while the cashier attempted to figure out how to redeem [my vouchers] (she had to call a manager over) was definitely uncomfortable for me,” one user divulged. “The ‘FOOD BANK PROGRAM’ written on the coupons in large letters certainly [doesn’t] make them feel as discrete as I would like them to be either.”

“Students would definitely benefit from a real food bank,” said another anonymous user. “Especially when Nester’s prices are a little steep.”

 

Bringing back SFU’s original food bank

 

The SFSS is very vocal of the fact that their food voucher program is used for ‘emergencies’ only. Though one must consider that at a time when food insecurity continues to skyrocket, the definition of ‘emergency’ is unclear. Due to this, to entirely abolish the old campus food bank system is a step in the wrong direction.

Housing, food, and tuition prices will continue to rise, and increasing numbers of hungry students will have to seek other means to quickly provide enough food to get them through their education. With hundreds of SFU students requiring these services, the fact that the SFSS hasn’t increased the amount of voucher-money for each applicant since the program was instated, is an unnerving prospect, even with a funding increase of up to $16,000 annually from Student Services, which was implemented last spring.

To have a food bank re-instated on campus would work in tandem with the voucher program to provide the rest of what these vouchers cannot — an instant, easily accessible resource to those in perpetual need.

Students would be able to utilize a campus food bank whenever they pleased — a benefit especially to those graduate students who currently make use of their grocery card, which takes up to two days to be made available, and only offers a maximum $50 per semester, according the Graduate Student Society website.

Additionally, a food bank would help to alleviate some of the problems with social insecurity. Ogling bystanders can create an awkward environment for hungry students. A food bank would be more inconspicuous than a grocery store, and would place all users ‘in the same boat.’ Because of this, the SFSS would have much less difficulty campaigning to decrease the stigma of having to use the food bank. Though, as more students are forced to use the program, the stigma may begin to diminish on its own.

Moreover, a campus food bank would allow students higher quantities of food. The current system comes with a hefty price to provide simple produce, bread, meat, and eggs. The purpose of an actual food bank is not so much to provide amazing nutrition, but to ensure that students receive enough food — a service that could directly address extreme hunger for longer periods.

It just might be time for SFU to step up to the plate and realize that students are perpetually poor to the point that being hungry becomes a near everyday occurrence.

In a wealthy country, students shouldn’t have to find themselves in these situations. If SFU wants to help alleviate hunger, reviving the food bank program may just be cheapest, most reasonable way to do that. No one should have to choose between paying for breakfast or paying for their education.

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Burnaby Residence Expansion

The board approved a Request for Proposal (RFP) for the Residence Master Plan so that the university could engage a private or public partner to finance the project. This follows a recent Request for Information (RFI), which had the university gauging “interest in the market” for proposed residence expansion.

Board member June Francis expressed concern over how this plan might “dovetail” the university’s strategies around distance education in the future. Said Francis, “A physical geographic expansion [is] predicated on an assumption that students will continue to physically be present on the campus in the numbers we predict.”

The Associate Vice President of Students, Tim Rahilly, responded to these concerns: “I think we can assume that the university has a mix of programs, has had a history of some distance education [. . .] Of course, our enrollment plan, our recruiting, and retention strategies would all be aligned with what we’re doing with building a physical environment. And with this five-phase approach, we would be doing a demand analysis at each stage. We wouldn’t go out and suddenly build 1,800 residence beds.”

The motion for the RFP passed unanimously.