Arts & Culture

Applying to grad school is quickly becoming the bane of my existence: it is time consuming, costly, and more or less unnecessary. Basically, I am shooting myself in both feet, multiple times. Despite this,...

Fairbanks Community Centre. There were eleven of them. Slouching, wretched failures, waiting, just as he ordered, warming up the eight lonely rows of rusted steel benches. A petite man, sporting a pink golf shirt and...

It happened in a classroom in Tier, where the desks are small and cramped. Where bodies slip into their seats, like folders in a filing cabinet, and body heat warms the room. These conditions...

I lay there bleeding from the sizeable hole on my chest, just before my left shoulder. I knew that the end would come soon. A rush of feet sprinted past me, trying desperately to...

On Jan. 16, 2011, I turned 18 years old. Yes, I turned 18 in the year 2011. This is the part where you quickly do some addition and subtraction in your head and come...

It’s crazy. At the beginning of each and every month students line up by the hundreds in University Centre to get their hands on a bus pass for the next month. Even in the...

Every year, Winnipeg’s Master Playwright Festival honours a playwright whose work has been significant to the craft and inspiring to audiences and fellow playwrights alike. This year the playwright of choice is August Strindberg,...