While there’s plenty to do during the day, fill your summer nights with these forgotten forms of entertainment. They’re sure to leave you smiling.
Completing a doctorate can’t be that different, can it? The Fulcrum sat down with U of O grad students to find out.
Gone are the days when it’s acceptable to be tagged on Facebook holding a Pabst Blue Ribbon or a Smirnoff Ice. No, you need something that communicates just how sophisticated you and your taste in alcohol are.
The African-Canadian teen filed a complaint against the Ottawa Police Services, bringing them to the Human Rights Tribunal of Ontario. Aiken said the only reason he was pulled over was because he is black—essentially, he believed the police officer in question was profiling him based on his race.
Sometimes people just need a reminder to take a few moments to appreciate life around them. They’re moments to learn more about patience, compassion, and responsibility. Those moments can last a lifetime. And people—young people, especially—can learn a lot from individuals with developmental disabilities.
“Just the discussion that a man can be sexually abused—that was never talked about in school, that’s something that never came up. The men were the abusers. And we know that’s the case most often, but the role of man as ‘victim’ is not something that’s ever talked about,” he explained.
Tonight, catch the latest Beerfest Battle of the Bands at the Lunenberg Pub & Bar (14 Waller St.), where every Thursday, local bands compete to win $500 in cash and prizes. This bar is only steps away from campus, making it a student hot spot any night of the week. Your vote determines the winner, admission is free, and an added incentive, the musical battle is complemented by $2 beers.
To help us improve on a classic, we enlisted Jamie Stunt, head chef at Oz Kafe (361 Elgin St.) and recent silver medallist at the Canadian Culinary Championships. We challenged him to create a more delicious version of the bright orange mac and cheese by adding only five additional ingredients to the mix. In his own words, his leftover KD casserole is “actually pretty fucking good!”
Confession: I was a card-carrying, drive-thru working, fry-salting employee of McDonald’s from 2005–2010. I worked for the fast-food restaurant all throughout high school, and always picked up shifts during the December holidays as a university student. I don’t think I ever officially quit—I still have my uniform and could probably call the manager tomorrow and ask for shifts. I haven’t forgotten how to do the job—trust me, no one can ever unlearn how to work at McDonald’s.
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