Sure, screaming on University Blvd might entice some concerned passers-by, but even then, they'll probably stay just long enough to determine if you are okay before speed walking away.
But is there more to the umbrella beyond its practical application to keep you dry? Here's a breakdown of what your umbrella says about who you are deep down inside.
As things escalate, you engage in "the walk to class along Main Mall." This becomes complicated when you belong to different faculties, but there is always "the sunset stroll along Wreck Beach" or "the meander in Nitobe Garden." On a special occasion, you meet for a classy dinner at The Point or Mercante, inevitably followed by Rain or Shine for dessert.
The only way to make it through the rest of term is to change your mindset from “rain is the absolute worst” to “rain is definitely a lot of fun!” Here are some ideas to get you started.
The other day, I was asked for directions on campus twice and I knew the answer both times.
If your 2019 New Year's Resolution is to hit the ground running, you will — term 2 of the 2018/19 school year starts on January 2 this year.
Many students braved the risk of hypothermia and got a sweet, sweet dose of adrenaline. Here’s an account of what happened from the brave souls who took the plunge.
The room was packed with students working away diligently in their notebooks and computers. I saw equations. I saw essays. I saw SparksNotes and a lot of tabs open. I was immediately reminded why I should come here and why I don’t.
He’s been kicking around UBC since 1966, so the age difference is certainly on my mind a lot. But why does that matter? I may just a fountain, but we have a lot in common, and it’s not just the concrete.
I say that as if you haven't had it marked in your calendars since August. With a whole 120 unadulterated academia-free hours, what ever will you do?!
While the seagulls make for good listeners and crows for excellent background noise, the real crowd-pleasers are the furry four legged visitors.
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.
I revelled in the pile of goodies that had appeared before me. This, I thought, this is student government.
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 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?