What better way is there to celebrate the end of term than gathering on Wreck Beach with hundreds of your classmates and running into the Pacific Ocean? I can’t think of any.
One evening, as I made the journey from the library home, I considered that perhaps beneath the leaves lay the perfect study pot. Quiet, airy and damp, it is difficult to distinguish a pile of leaves from a corner of IKB.
Here’s what I know about November. It comes after October. It’s the 11th month of the calendar year. It’s the third month of term. And that’s about it.
Ever wondered who was behind our beloved Stadium? Who came up with those sweet, sweet semi-circle rafters and delicate concrete overhang? None other than Vladimir Plavsic, an award-winning Yugoslavian-born architectural student at UBC.
Whether you’re looking for study snacks, have a case of the munchies or are hungering for a seven-course meal, UBC has got you covered.
When the leaves are falling, you’ve got three assignments due and you need a helping hand, the cafe and restaurant locales on campus are here to get you through with these cozy fall eats.
I yearned to learn through osmosis, but knew this would require technological innovation I may not live to see. This thought shook me to my core.
As an emerging art form, dare I say movement, emoji pointillism may be the best way to advertise our school. Sure, a picture can say 1000 words, but a picture made up of emojis can say at least 1000 times more.
While some may consider this a fancy name for walking down to Wreck Beach the long way, the Foreshore Trail in Pacific Spirit Regional Park is just a stone's throw from the heart of UBC’s campus.
If none of these events strike your fancy, maybe it’s best to hit the books.
Described by the association as its “most awaited event of the year,” it has planned a celebration that won’t disappoint.
I believe we made eye contact on Main Mall/in Mercante/mid-lecture/on the steps in the Nest two seconds/hours/days/weeks/months/years ago. Do you remember?
Whether you choose to spend the day drinking green beer, desperately tracing your family genealogy to Ireland or drinking green beer, the possibilities are endless.
I revelled in the pile of goodies that had appeared before me. This, I thought, this is student government.
I had no idea I’d be confronted with student government before 10 a.m. But who am I kidding? It’s AMS elections. Nowhere is safe.