As someone who stomps around campus with RBF (resting bitch face), I know there’s more to me than just a less-than-happy looking face. So, I wanted to investigate who else feels misrepresented, betrayed by their appearance, or simply doesn’t care?
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There are two types of people in the world: people who have cried on public transit and liars. We all do it. You put on a song by the Fray, or the Script, and you stare out the window like you are in a mid-2000s music video.
*The Ubyssey wishes to remind everyone that snow with any sign of discolouration is unfit for human consumption.
If I were a physics student, I would calculate the force required to crush the beer can; if I were a chemistry student I would test the water for DNA evidence; but as an arts student, my skills lie in pure speculation and filling up word counts.
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I’ve got some outstanding debts with people you don’t want to know, let alone owe, so there’s a bit of a time crunch for you guys to elect me.
I recoiled and — looking around me — carefully placed the container in the compost bin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of UBC’s sustainability enforcers whisper something into his lapel.
“I thought it was a little weird that drivers were just chillin’ in hoodies instead of their uniforms,” said McCormick. “I figured it was just casual Friday — but, like, every day.”
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As someone who stomps around campus with RBF (resting bitch face), I know there’s more to me than just a less-than-happy looking face. So, I wanted to investigate who else feels misrepresented, betrayed by their appearance, or simply doesn’t care?
There are two types of people in the world: people who have cried on public transit and liars. We all do it. You put on a song by the Fray, or the Script, and you stare out the window like you are in a mid-2000s music video.
*The Ubyssey wishes to remind everyone that snow with any sign of discolouration is unfit for human consumption.
If I were a physics student, I would calculate the force required to crush the beer can; if I were a chemistry student I would test the water for DNA evidence; but as an arts student, my skills lie in pure speculation and filling up word counts.
I’ve got some outstanding debts with people you don’t want to know, let alone owe, so there’s a bit of a time crunch for you guys to elect me.
Tomorrow at noon is the Calendar’s Campus Wide Snowball fight 4.0, where you can chuck snow at all your friends and miss your 12 p.m. class.
Over the weekend, The Ubyssey put on the eighty-second iteration of the largest annual national student journalism conference, NASH82.
Luckily, the snow hasn’t stuck too much yet, but there’s more to potentially come in our future. Here’s how to survive the, like, centimeter of snow we might get.
I have made a list of tier lists of all the residences, each with a different criterion. I trekked to each residence I could and gathered data on everything that could ever be important.
Where’s the time to make and eat a full meal during finals? Can you physically or even legally leave your desk?
Worry not, I’ve compiled, based on my personal experience and good ole’ UBC subreddit, some courses with lightning quick TAs.
Well if we have a faculty of dentistry, anything is possible. Even though it is impossible to perfectly foretell what faculty will be established next, it is worth it to try.
I recoiled and — looking around me — carefully placed the container in the compost bin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of UBC’s sustainability enforcers whisper something into his lapel.
If you’re like me, deadline season has made you really productive… at writing things other than term papers.
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.
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