Even in Dafoe, gossip flows freely
The first floor of Dafoe Library is notorious for its hustle-and-bustle, chatty and noisy, heavily trafficked nature. This part of the library is for those…
Amy Anne Smith
Smells
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…
Laptops in examinations? Say What?
It has happened twice. Twice in the last week! As examinations too-quickly approach, I have had two classes where an individual has asked if they…
The Black Barbie
I’m not one who will often buy into the over-analysis of the small comings and goings of everyday life. I hesitate to view the experiences…
Those damned election signs
They are green and blue and yellow. They loudly proclaim “Re-Elect Sam Katz” or “Judy for Mayor!” They are a mixture of plastic and sawdust….
The leaves aren’t green anymore
A couple of weeks ago September was swept away by a breeze of nonchalant copper leaves. Classes officially start in beginning of September, but things…
More than a hot drink
I have a tea problem: green, Earl Grey, chai . . . the list is too long. Similarly, the smell of coffee will break even…
Bill and I
“I think I may be in love with William Shakespeare.” I tell this to my academic friends and they answer with sceptical faces. “How?” they…