The weight of the world rests on our shoulders. Yet the fate of the world lies beneath the heels of the rich, their carbon footprints stamped down like corporate logos.
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UBC is unique from most universities because it owns and operates its own water system. But how does water get here? What do we do with it? And how do we reconcile our collective need for water with a climate crisis that could see it becoming our most precious commodity?
The sands that I would pretend were sprinkles, where I’d roll around in, feeling like a brigadeiro. The sea where I learned that the best way past a tall wave is through it. It was now buried in oil and the federal government refused to do anything about it.
At the Supermarket You don’t see peanuts plucked out of the ground
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The weight of the world rests on our shoulders. Yet the fate of the world lies beneath the heels of the rich, their carbon footprints stamped down like corporate logos.
The sands that I would pretend were sprinkles, where I’d roll around in, feeling like a brigadeiro. The sea where I learned that the best way past a tall wave is through it. It was now buried in oil and the federal government refused to do anything about it.
At the Supermarket You don’t see peanuts plucked out of the ground
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When I immigrated to the United States, I was only a few months old. My parents and I weren’t running from civil war, religious persecution or a violent dictatorship. My dad had gotten a job offer and he, my mom and I were following the opportunity.
I would not consider myself a religious person. Honestly, I don’t understand how anyone could think of me as religious. So when I ask friends for class notes because I've missed a lecture due to a religious holiday, I always get weird looks.
Accessibility on campus is something most students don’t think about. But for many students with a disability, accessibility barriers can limit their full participation in university life and hinder academic success.
The increase in hiring of female faculty to the tenure stream from 35.4 to 46 per cent from 2010 to 2014 is a step in the right direction, but disparities are still seen at the tenure and administration levels.
I try to constantly remind myself that I owe my parents everything. Every time I have to call customer service for my mom or translate a paragraph for my dad, I remind myself that I would not have any of the opportunities I do if not for them.
Don’t talk to me about the weather, trivial, pointless, utterly disinteresting weather. How disgustingly impersonal, how socially dead. Instead Tell me what traumatized you as a child. I’ve always hated moms that manage sports teams—
despite this transaction feeling abstract, it feels vaguely like you’re fulfilling your responsibility to something larger than yourself – you are keeping the machine going and keeping yourself accountable to it.
Whitewashed is a weird thing to be during a generation gap, especially when you’re from a small town. All my life, I’ve struggled with looking Indian but “feeling white,” as if skin colour had a direct correlation to personality.
Lately, I have seen cultural diversity — at least, cultural diversity that applies to me — being promoted through young rappers in music videos as they integrate puns about Dimple Kapadia into socially conscious lyricism.
Like many kids of immigrants, I have two names: my name in Chinese is ??, which if read aloud, sounds suspiciously like my English name, Helen. I'm not sure which one my mother decided on first — my Chinese name or my English name.
We walk through crowds thicker Than our skin, Molecules of all tones and textures, 99 point 9 percent the same. The lull in our voices, Estranged ears bridging Paths across oceans and seas, Gifting new alphabets to our neighbours.
“Dadang was the loyal and trusted cook, house companion and domestic helper at mom's household when she was a kid,” said my dad. She wasn’t related to my mom, but she was basically family. She lived at my mom’s house.
For anyone keeping up with American politics, one term has probably caught your attention — political correctness… or rather, the lack there of. Being politically correct is a general avoidance of potentially offensive language.
Chances are, no matter your political affiliation, someone in your life is going to say some dumb shit and you’re going to want to tell them. Here's a quick guide on the best way to call someone out (or in).
Whether it’s assistance for your mental well-being, the need to contribute to the campus’s diverse community, or just the peace of mind in getting home safe, there are a number of personal support resources available to students here at UBC.
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