I started figure skating when I was six years old. At first, I didn’t want to attend lessons, but I was easily bribed with sweets. Once I got on the ice, I no longer needed the promise of hot chocolate to stay. By the end of my first lesson, I went from stumbling and falling to gliding on my own. The pride and joy I felt in that moment was profound. I relished in the fact that the accomplishment was all mine, and the ease of movement skating gave me was blissful. I craved more. It wasn’t just an on…
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Have you ever wondered what dwells in the empty townhouses when everyone goes to sleep after a long day of stressful classes? Well, look no further, because the horror that lives within those walls is me: Vlad the Vampire. Just…
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There are slugs in my kitchen. As someone who uses this kitchen, I am not happy about this. However, as a writer for The Peak’s Humour section, I am ecstatic about this goldmine of schadenfreude-inspiring material sliding underneath my door…
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It was 2:30 in the morning, and I stared at my class selections on goSFU. I picked three classes to ease myself into school, knowing I would drop one of them. What were those classes? English, History, and another English…
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It had been 47 days since I had seen sunlight. An even 34 and a half days had passed since my human companion Alexa dropped me in West Mall Centre, and I, a poor scrunchie, had been suffering in this…
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