Did you know that The Peak wasn’t always funny? Gasp, you say. Oh, but it’s true. It wasn’t until the first humour section, “Nifty Pages,” graced us with its presence on January 12, 1998, that we truly became a sophisticated and reputable publication. Ah, those were the days — back when humour writers had to fight over precious real estate on a pitiful single page and humour editors who had actual artistic talent for political cartoons beyond drawing crude stick figures (I’m looking at you, Mason). So strap on those seatbelts, plop on your hard hats, and tighten those safety…
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The best thing about online classes is that you can sit any way you want to. Every student hates how in-person classes mean you’re confined to regular seated positions in a regular chair. Butt in seat, back on back rest,…
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My name is Tails ‘B’ Wagging Animal Shelter and today has been a bittersweet day. You may have guessed it. I am an animal shelter, and over the last few months, something strange has been happening . . . The…
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Once all the gyms closed, I was at a loss as to where to find easy at-home workouts. Should I look to qualified trainers online? Local gyms holding free or reduced cost classes online? Friends who can provide fitness inspiration…
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Anon To: [email protected] CC: [email protected] Subject: seeking… a friend? I am very lonely. Dear mailer-daemon, Here I am, shouting into the void, reaching out to a nonexistent email address in hopes of hearing from you. A branch from the tree…
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Hey fellow Succies! I hope you like that name I’ve coined for all you fellow plant mommies! Wow! Today has been a stressful week. My succulent turned 5-years old and the house was in chaos trying to organize a celebration…
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I gaze at my reflection in a silver spoon in Mackenzie Café, untangle a perfect curl from my mile-long natural lashes, and chuckle at a measly peasant boy who walks by me, completely unaware of my innate superiority. “You see,”…
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I was sitting alone in my bedroom when I got a call from an unknown number. “What are you thinking about?” asked Gordon Ramsay. “Eggs, Gordon!” I exclaimed into the phone. “I’m absolutely tormented by the thought of eggs and…
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I’m Not Drunk, YOU’RE Drunk A game to play when you’ve had a big Wednesday night out, only to find yourself in lecture on Thursday morning, somehow still incredibly sloshed. The rules are simple: Interact with as many people as…
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The Peak had a glorious opportunity to interview one of SFU'S most average alumni, Brian, who is a manager at a local sports equipment store. He insists that SFU failed him, as once he graduated, every job he applied to…
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