Emotional buffers
In an effort to milk every penny out of my tuition, this semester I have committed myself to fully engaging with all the material presented…
lifestyle
Winning the transportation game
Game night in Winnipeg is electric — Jets in overtime, Sea Bears in target time, Bombers crushing the Riders in the Banjo Bowl. But getting…
Roommates and reality
Although I have never had roommates myself, I feel like I have lived through several lifetimes of having to deal with housemate situations through my…
Warlocks, witches and spells
Ever since I was little, I have always had an idea of what witchcraft is. I was raised with the belief that perhaps witchcraft is…
A letter to my nonsensical bus route
Winnipeg Transit is my mortal enemy. If you have ever ridden on any of the Winnipeg bus lines, you probably know what I am talking…
My Labubu-wearing nightmare
If you think you may have spotted a performative male, my first piece of advice to be sure is to look for a tote bag,…
Is James Gunn the saviour of DC?
Books were never my thing; I couldn’t stare at a page where ‘KAPOW’ wasn’t written in big bold yellow text with flames coming out…
When will I graduate?
Graduation — a constant source of misery and concern for me. The idea of needing to have your life figured out enough to know exactly…
Summertime sadness
Every year, I feel as if summer has slipped by without me achieving anything at all. At any given moment this summer, I was either…
Is Folk Fest really about music anymore?
The Winnipeg Folk Festival, although seen by many as the pinnacle of Winnipeg music festivals, for me was a nightmare of sunburn, sadness and heatstroke….