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<p>Hello Everyone. My name is Jenn and I have a problem. I know I’m not the only one. I read somewhere it’s good to open with a joke. Here goes: I&#8217;m reading a book about anti-gravity… It&#8217;s impossible to put down. Ha. The best part is, it’s almost always, at least half true. My name [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I’m scared of talking about my experience with suicide. My closest friends and family have never even heard an account as detailed as you are reading. I’m scared it makes me a bad person. Crazy or incapable. Like I have to depend on other people to keep me sane. But no matter how much I [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Flash back to elementary school: the teacher wheels a dusty TV cart into the room, takes a VHS tape out of its case, and pops it into the player. The lights go out, and the classroom falls silent in a matter of seconds. It&#8217;s movie day. But does film have a place in a university [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I lived with my half-brother Troy until the age of 12. He’s a normal brother, like in any normal family. The only difference: he has Down syndrome. He always calls me his big brother, even though I’m 21 and he’s 37. I’m of the belief that anyone can be a dick, so nothing there’s stopping [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Most people will say that there was a specific moment that significantly changed their life forever. A specific moment that they’ve come to some realization, some meaningful insight or recognition. Something significant and powerful. Something they can take and apply to their lives. Something emotional that would alter their lives forever. This wasn’t how it [&hellip;]</p>

<p>In 1924, the automobile industry reached a turning point. General Motors introduced planned obsolescence—a process that renews car models every year and entices car owners into buying replacement models. It was impossible for Henry Ford to keep pace with the cost of yearly restyling. So in 1931, GM exceeded Ford&#8217;s sales and became the dominant [&hellip;]</p>

<p>&nbsp; It was a Thursday night and Adam Horan was hanging out in a friend’s room in St. Thomas’ Chatham Hall residence. He sat slouched on one of the beds, casually munching on some chips. Horan was laid back as he joked around about Donald Trump. The primaries no doubt hold a high interest to [&hellip;]</p>

<p>In fifth grade the health nurse wheeled in the old TV-on-a-stand contraption, popped a fictional video tape into the VCR and flicked off the lights. I watched an ultra-thin swimmer refuse meals, faint and regurgitate her food in the bathroom toilet. The swimmer denied she had a problem until she eventually wound up in the [&hellip;]</p>

<p>When I came to STU, I found out quickly I wasn’t into the sometimes-overbearing liberal approach that the university took. Let’s be honest, some professors lean so far to the left that their shoes are worn to the left side. I was unknowingly taught to vote conservative having grown up in a fairly conservative neighbourhood [&hellip;]</p>

<p>New Hampshire’s primaries are only three weeks away and some believe a recent poll suggests Bernie Sanders could be edging out Hillary Clinton for the Democratic nomination. The poll, released last Tuesday, put Sanders in a 27 percentage point lead on Clinton. Jamie Gillies, St. Thomas communications professor, said it could be a historical event [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I am Miss New Brunswick 2015. I became the 60th crowned jewel of the province this past August. Since then, I have experienced things I never would have had the opportunity to without the crown. Since then, people have hugged me, smiled at me, asked me about my life, thanked me and congratulated me. Since [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I was young, but I remember my mother, Dawn Goff, spending her days off work selling tickets for a Sony DVD player. “I fundraised at malls, I even went out to Quispamsis and Rothesay and I fundraised at the Sobeys there,” my mom told me. She did it all because she wanted to bring a [&hellip;]</p>

<p>The guy who took us from Baghdad to Najaf, where my father was buried, drove like someone from 2Fast 2Furious Baghdad Drift. It was me, my grandmother, my great aunt and my little brother. This was the first time I had been in Iraq since I left in 2006. The city was both strange and [&hellip;]</p>

<p>So, it’s second semester and we’re all still here. Neat. You’re probably thinking this is the semester that you turn your life around. That you’ll learn the importance of cleaning behind your ears and that “overdraft” doesn’t mean free money. It’s not. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve both been [&hellip;]</p>

<p>In her fantastic one-woman show Wishful Drinking, Carrie Fisher says “if my life wasn’t funny, it would just be true. And that is completely unacceptable.” I think Princess Leia is on to something. I’ve been given a painful and very embarrassing disease that I will probably have for the rest of my life. Unless my [&hellip;]</p>

<p>The age of technology we live in has made plenty of aspects of life easier and writing is no different. When it comes to staying motivated and pursuing writing as more than just a pastime, the Internet is beginning to revolutionize the publishing industry with the various tools it has to offer. For many young [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Escape room games have taken Asia and Europe by storm throughout the past decade, and recently began popping up across Canada. Fredericton has joined the craze and now has its own escape room, courtesy of new company Escape Logic Games. Escape room games are a series of puzzles that usually follow some sort of storyline. [&hellip;]</p>

<p>My life is all about where I use the bathroom. I’ve gotten used to it. Sure, there is more to my day than peeing. I help residents navigate the university experience as a residence advisor. I study hard to earn my grades. I get nervous when my date kisses me. I get excited about Christmas [&hellip;]</p>

<p>The sound of metal crashing filled my ears and I woke up confused. I sat up on my bed and I turned on my bedside table lamp. The clock read 3 a.m. I decided it must have been a nightmare and snuggled back inside the sheets. I turned off the lights… and that’s when I [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I bet most people were too young remember their very first Christmas experience, but I do. My first Christmas was in 2012, the first year I came to Canada. I was born and raised in a country where 92 per cent of the population is Buddhist. I lived in a house where a fancy tree [&hellip;]</p>