Once upon a group project, two unsuspecting psychology students were placed in a group, encountered the usual group tension and, surprisingly, love. Twas not a meeting that involved bumping into each other (cutely) in the maze we SFU’ers call the Academic Quad-struggle. No. Twas the sending of Tinder-esque flirty lines that, quite candidly, woo’d our beloved don’t-ask-what-year psychology student, Julie. Call it what you want, but this, my dear readers, is the story of the union of two souls. On Google Docs. Julie: Hey!!! We should probably get started on the project. It’s due in five days lol. …
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Vancouver’s January air struck through the bones, the same as always. That is to say, it was cold, but if you expressed this to anyone outside the Lower Mainland, they’d laugh at you. She pulled her scarf tighter and, with…
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So Joe and I have been broken up now for a week — a week, 11 hours, three minutes, and 43 seconds to be exact. Have I left bed since then? No. Have I stopped crying? Of course not. Has…
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Oh how the utter bliss from classes seems to have faded since the transition online! No, I'm not talking about the increased difficulty in communication, nor am I talking about the increased workloads and expectations piled on by my professors…
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