If UBC just returns the land, maybe they could stop raising tuition, or build more affordable housing or maybe even mediate food insecurity on campus.
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Stanley Park’s infamous Good Boys have traveled all the way out to the coast to meet us.
I know you’re about to say something stupid, like “why do you keep doing this if your laptop keyboard is, at this point, one-half hardware and one-half sauce?”
The steel ring of red bells in harmony with the chorus of depressed university students bemoaning their 8 a.m. classes is to me what I imagine Mozart is to old people.
I think I felt like that once, excited to walk around in the rain for an hour, huddled on narrow cement walkways while I watched real university students hustle through dirt pathways carved by years of academic feet. But now, in my rain-soaked shoes seven years into my degree I can barely remember my parents.
Oh, you hadn’t considered how, exactly as Foucault kind of touched on, Wicked exemplifies the neoliberal commodification of the supernatural and how Glinda is the panopticon? Neither had I until I came to this evening’s lecture tipsy just to flex on you first-years who can’t buy alcohol.
No longer should young, urban couples have to drag themselves to the Yuletide Martha Piper baptismal fountain every year in order to be given gifts under their own personal The Shadows. It’s just not economical!
Ah, I see you eyeing my Fjallkinsporschel backpack. Do it’s bulging pockets entice you? The rain soaked stains mesmerize you? Would you believe me if I told you everything I own fits into this bag?
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.
After the four-hour orientation workshop, we allow students and their parents to wander around campus, pointing out fun landmarks like the Ladner clock tower or a building with lots of windows. This is great for students who like to distract their parents from their alcohol consumption that is causing their grades to fall dramatically.
9:15 p.m.: I think of the faces of SFU students. We’re taught to remove the humanity from them, you know, because we want to destroy them with a laser.
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?
The days of an unbridled childhood summers are gone. But, it’s not all for nothing because if you do this job really good, you might be able to get another job you hate next summer, ruining your summer again.
In the English language debate, when Yves-François Blanchet said that his party will “stand up for Quebecers and only Quebecers,” a presumably non-zero amount of Vancouverites resonated with the leader’s statement.
They call him the… the Bell Man. At 10 p.m. every night in Koerner he comes, ringing his demonic bell, and when he catches you, he–” The student’s voice broke off in a sob.
“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.”
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’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.
According to a statement issued by the student association, iClicker-acers— students who know the answer to every iClicker question— launched their first phase of strike action to protest against “iClicker-cheaters.”