[dropcap]H[/dropcap]arry Potter was the first full-length novel I’d ever read. As my school’s library only had one very popular copy of The Philosopher’s Stone, upon a friend’s request, I convinced my parents to order me the book from a Scholastic book form, and ever since cracking open the fresh-scented, glossy paperback that one afternoon in second grade, my imagination was captivated. I fell in love. The plots and settings were rich, the characters so believable I felt as though I knew them personally. I did know them personally. In too many respects, their trials and tribulations felt as if they…
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In response to the challenges ahead, our new prime minister Justin Trudeau has promised to meet with indigenous leaders before year’s end and hold an inquiry into missing and murdered Aboriginal women. Although these are important steps in government-indigenous relations,…
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[dropcap]“[/dropcap][dropcap]N[/dropcap]ot sure what to do at this point, I’m very depressed.” “For some reason, I feel much more comfortable knowing people don’t know how much I really suffer. They must think I’m some happy idiot when all I really want…
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Oh God, how do I start this? I love you, Peak, and I will always love you. It’s not you, it’s the SFSS elections. I can’t live tweet my way through another set of six hour-long debates. It’s the beautiful…
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Remember back in high school when everyone’s bodies were a whirlpool of change, and every week brought something new to feel insecure about? I’d always been a heavier guy, so that didn’t bother me as much; and fortunately I’d —…
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Earlier this summer I had my first and only Tinder experience. After swiping left and right for days, and having boring conversations with countless people, I eventually matched with him. Age? 27. Name? We’ll call him “unicycle-guy” for this story.…
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In about my fourth lifeguarding shift at a new pool, I looked into the deepest end of the water, and I saw a person sunk deep, motionless with her arms and legs spread out. Just moments before, I was recalling…
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When I told my friends at UBC Okanagan three years ago that I would be attending SFU to study communication, I was met with distaste. “You know that SFU has the highest suicide rate in the whole country, right?” “It’s…
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It was the summer of 1997. I visited my grandparents’ house in the quaint port town of Dover, England. On this particular evening, my sister and I had just come back from a long day of frolicking around the village…
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You know those friends that you don’t really know but you have on Facebook because you met once at a party? Well, in August 2014, I convinced a ‘kind-of’ friend of mine to meet me for coffee, and that is…
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