I’ve been at the Fulcrum for four years now, half of those as its editor-in-chief — it’s time for me to move on. However, before I do, I think it is worth reflecting on my five long years in student journalism. Apologies in advance, as this may get a little sappy.
From sleeping on the floor at his first NASH to EIC, it’s fair to say it’s been a wild ride for Charley at the Fulcrum.
I’m not exactly sure what goes through someone’s mind that would compel them to hit another person. I mean, sure, have been times when my sister and I have wanted to punch each other in the face? Yes.
But have we ever actually done it? Obviously not.
How willing are you to fragment yourself from the popular, comforting, and blissfully ignorant notion that Canadian history is untainted?
A pandemic-era solution has inadvertently presented the University with a golden opportunity to reduce food waste from its dining hall
Love, of all kinds, is truly one of the most important things for humanity to hold on to, now more than ever.
You never know when a friend could become a foe this April Fools’ Day.
Critical understaffing and high risk are burning out frontline workers on every side. These are the people eclipsed by our new reality. Why do we actively choose to martyrize frontline workers rather than provide them true relief? We resign these people to their fates as if it’s out of our hands.
It sounds to me an awful lot like a $1 beer platform — policy change that benefits a privileged population while an underprivileged one is periodically neglected.
At the University of Ottawa, registering for a gym session creates the same adrenaline as buying concert tickets, but instead of getting to see Harry Styles live on tour, I get to exercise.
When I requested that U of O students send in their U-Pass photos, I was met with overwhelming trepidation and cowardice. Do I blame them? Only a little.
Is it fair to expect fellow minimum wage workers to fork up more money than their bills require simply because employers are not willing to pay their employees a liveable wage?
It is so insanely easy to continue on with daily life as if the concrete jungle is where we evolved and that the coyotes moving into the cities are not supposed to be there.
Residents of the poles only get a few hours of daylight at certain points of the year — if my seasonal depression is bad in Ottawa, I can’t even imagine the bottles of prozac and zoloft they go through.
If there’s one constant at every University of Ottawa party, it’s that there’s always gonna be one Carleton student who really wants you to know that they don’t go to “OttawaU”.
What I considered attending class ranged from sitting at my desk with my camera on and participating extensively in class discussions, to opening my computer, logging on to my 8:30 a.m. class with my camera off, then going back to sleep.
Fixating on recycling instead of reducing and reusing incentives is a wasteful production scheme.
You shouldn’t need a specific day, or two in Ottawa’s case, to show your love.
Turns out, aging rears its salt-and-peppered head in intangible ways sooner than it does in imperfections of the skin.
So many Canadians simply have to decide between a paycheck and taking time to recuperate when they are sick.
Love and kindness are alive and well on the University of Ottawa campus.
The fact of the matter is that people are born to be whatever sexuality they are, and nothing can change that — not even the media they consume at a young age.
We have concerns about the vague wording within individual articles, and how that could lead to articles being interpreted in a way to punish students for actions that don’t harm other students, but instead the reputation of the University.
For the game to be worth playing, watching, and supporting, it must first be fair. It must, thus, prioritize equity.
To the girl on 90U floor nine with the fish flops, where did you get them? Asking for me.
