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<p>I had a major paper due a few weeks ago. I put it off and put it off until the night before when I realized I had to read 200 pages of a book before I could even start my research. Still, I didn’t panic. I skimmed the chapters for key words and highlighted sections [&hellip;]</p>

<p>&nbsp; There are plenty of things in our society that make little to no sense. As a whole, we just go along with our norms without question and call it a day. This week I want to talk about being curious. When girls are feeling a bit curious about what it would be like to [&hellip;]</p>

<p>&nbsp; St. Mary’s Reserve chief, Candace Paul, remembers her community being poor when she was a little girl. “It stuck out like a sore thumb, it was very visible,” she said, sitting in her office on Fredericton’s north side, pictures of family, native art, a traditional peace pipe, and chief headdress regalia hanging on the [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Julia Bremner talks eating, weight and the struggle to rise above Just because you’re eating well, doesn’t mean there isn’t a problem. I was eating healthy and frequently, but that didn’t stop me from constantly thinking about food and its relation to my body. I continually thought about when I would eat next, and what [&hellip;]</p>

<p>A bisexual student was a bullied, depressed teen who turned to cutting as a release for her emotional pain. A friendship helped her kick the habit Brianne Nash puts pen to paper when she’s having a rough day. Writing poetry is her release. But a couple years ago, her pen was a blade and the [&hellip;]</p>

<p>In 2008, my mother and I had travelled 10,000 kilometres away from home, right into the middle of the Middle East &#8211; Syria. We had spent the day touring the ancient ruins of the country, including Palmyra, once called The Bride of the Desert by the ancients. For more than three hours we wandered in [&hellip;]</p>

<p>We’ve all heard the story. What once seemed like the burning flames of desire and ever-lasting love slowly grew into smoking timbers and ash. There’s no crazy teenage sex anymore, conversation runs dry, and we suddenly realize annoying quirks in our partner’s demeanor – toenails on the bathroom floor, weird smells, and cranky moods. When [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I sat in the waiting room at the allergy test clinic. My left arm had a giant lump on it that was growing. A little boy who hadn’t taken the test yet gazed at the unholy bump in horror, and said “Mommy? Is that going to happen to me?” “No.” She said, “He’s just a [&hellip;]</p>

<p>From the The Little Mermaid, to Dolphin Tale to the very recent Big Miracle, film has chronicled heart-warming, fictional stories that portray an almost friend-like relationship between a human and a sea creature. They show man&#8217;s compassion for animals we long to understand. As humans, we’re expected to treat each other with respect and dignity. [&hellip;]</p>

<p>In my four years at St. Thomas University, I, like 80 per cent of you, have never voted in a student election. Honestly, I don’t even know what the student government does. But I do know that Mark Livingstone and Ella Henry don’t get along. I also know that CASA is important – or useless [&hellip;]</p>

<p>VICTORIA (CUP) — I always believed water was the best thing to be drinking, because it has no sugar or calories and is often linked with healthy weight loss. Although the Canadian Food Guide does not specify a certain quantity, it does recommend water to help with metabolism, stating that it can help ease food [&hellip;]</p>

<p>The man behind the customs desk raised an eyebrow when he heard why I was leaving the country. “I&#8217;m going to Boston for the Harvard National Model United Nations Conference,” I told him through a big grin. After taking one look at my red pea coat and polka-dot dress, he decided I probably wasn&#8217;t making [&hellip;]</p>

<p>It’s your fourth (or fifth) February of your undergraduate degree. The days get longer and the snow turns to streams disappearing down College Hill and, like every February, you feel winter subsiding. But 2012 is different. You’re going to graduate soon and this summer doesn’t mean a four-month hiatus from essays and assignments while you [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Her small frame sits on the side of the hospital bed and her feet can’t touch the floor. Slowly, she stands up and makes her way, just two steps, to a chair next to her bed. Breathing hard, she collapses in the chair. Her head turns away and she coughs, loud and hollow, into the [&hellip;]</p>

<p>The van raced down the paved road on its way to Accra, the capital of Ghana. Passengers squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder. Baskets of tomatoes, mounds of colourful cloth and old car parts occupied the floor. Augustina Akafo sat in the back seat, her eyes staring blankly out the window; she was thinking about leaving her husband. Her [&hellip;]</p>

<p>I stared at the parking meter, drunk. My fists were broken and I wavered slightly before punching it again. And again. And again. The bones in my hands splintered as I hit the parking meter. The tiny needle flickered slightly each time I struck it as my friends watched on, not sure what to do. [&hellip;]</p>

<p>It seemed harmless at first. A piece of loose-leaf, folded four times over, slid under the door at 8:15 p.m. It went unnoticed until Samuel Cormier-Farley went to the bathroom. The top of the paper had his name and the note was addressed from a secret admirer who wished to meet him. This began two [&hellip;]</p>

<p>Almost 15 years after her death, people still mourn Princess Diana. On the streets of London you can buy plates and cups with her face on it, but then, she was famous—more than famous even. She was an icon. So it makes sense that she is still mourned. But what about the ordinary? The everyday [&hellip;]</p>

<p>a. You get rejected after asking someone out while they’re preoccupied b. You reject someone by lying to them because you’re preoccupied c. You’re too preoccupied to realize you’re alone I do a lot of schoolwork at Starbucks. You probably wouldn’t recognize me with my head buried in my laptop. Once last semester, while working [&hellip;]</p>

<p>The smell of my mother’s food always made me fly into the room. That day, it was a mixture of sweet tomatoes, oregano, yeast and rosemary. The oven was on and it made the room warm and stuffy. My mamá is blessed with the gift of cooking anything at any place and time. She makes [&hellip;]</p>