The song made me remember how much my friends mean to me, especially now that we aren’t allowed to see each other.
This National Indigenous History Month, Indigenous students are sharing their experiences at UBC. From classroom debates to leadership across campus.
And how we’ll need your help to enact that change.
Inspired by the popular Netflix shows Love Is Blind, UBC students have taken it upon themselves to create their very own quarantine reality dating show!
Soapbox is the place to share thoughts, experiences and perspectives — from things you want to shout at the top of your lungs to those that you have only ever shared with close friends. Here are some thoughts on Blackness from Black students:
“To our brothers and sisters who have bravely shared their stories with us, we are not only behind you. We are standing beside you.”
“This should be interesting,” the white woman sitting next to me whispered as we waited. After an uncomfortable amount of silence, the lights finally faded to black.
The advancements of UBC Library in this last decade have been monumental. There have been changes in the general makeup of the library system with the increase of library offices and changes in study spaces, but that in many ways just scratches the surface.
Sounds of mockery from the audience were just as piercing as the harmonious melodies, and it was difficult not to feel trapped.
There is a powerful history in my skin, a history that fought and is still fighting to be recognized as human and intelligent. Though our presence may be inherently and intrinsically political, we are carrying the torch of our ancestors, ready and waiting to pass it on for generations to come.
“You don’t seem like the type to be in a sorority.” Ten words. Ten seemingly harmless words, which are always meant light-heartedly and yet for some reason, it always makes me feel just a little bit hurt.
I have found ways to counter this by not attaching names to faces and closed-mouth closed-eye kisses — and yet those are the moments in which I feel.
"[T]ickets for Block Party are out again, but year after year there is something that doesn’t sit quite right with me, and that's the fact that despite twelve years in the making, they won't tell us who we’re paying to see."
Before I knew it, I was living the coveted college experience. This short-lived happiness came at a price.