“I’m the bureaucrat in the back office. I make sure everything is running smoothly so that everybody else can do their fabulous projects and advocate for students.”
Sanjida Rashid
“It’s people’s power that moves the hands of government,” said executive director of the Canadian Center for Gender and Sexual Diversity.
“We want to make sure that the university knows that decisions impact real life people, and, you know, that’s potentially gonna have really big negative impacts on the lives of these students,” said Armaan Singh, president of UOSU.
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.
How willing are you to fragment yourself from the popular, comforting, and blissfully ignorant notion that Canadian history is untainted?
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.
Turns out, aging rears its salt-and-peppered head in intangible ways sooner than it does in imperfections of the skin.
For the game to be worth playing, watching, and supporting, it must first be fair. It must, thus, prioritize equity.
Bill 21 is not the great equalizer it claims to be. How could it be, when all people are not being affected equally by it? Worse, when it infringes on citizens’ guaranteed Canadian fundamental freedoms?
Every day I have Tinder, I get one day closer to spending the rest of my days in a cozy little cabin secluded in the Swiss Alps with nothing but a complete and utter estrangement from society and a sense of peace.
Did Katy Perry ever have a toxic ex, or was the Ontario government the one who was “hot and cold,” “yes and no,” and “up and down” all along?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but if you can’t see the beauty in Ottawa… maybe get some glasses?
With great power comes great responsibility The saying goes: sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Though usually a fan of cheesy sayings, I have to express my contempt for this one. Yeah, sticks and stones hurt — you’ve got me there. However, as a writer myself, I esteem …
I’ve been catcalled at both 7 a.m. and p.m., in short mini-skirts and long, formless winter coats alike, on busy streets and just shy of my doorstep — the street urchins of Sandy Hill are versatile in their efforts to ruin my day.
The waiting game is no fun Point: The frustrations with slow texters by Mariam Fawaz Are you really busy, or do you just simply not feel like texting back? Both are valid excuses — being unable to communicate your situation is where it gets frustrating. A quick “I’m busy” or “TTYL” will suffice. I don’t …
I am somehow able to detail my depressive episodes and panic attacks in semi-comedic writing for anyone and everyone to see without any semblance of hesitation. However, put me face to face with my best friend of ten years and, suddenly, I’m shy.
If you’re still reaching for a glass of milk right from the cow’s teat, I have a myriad of follow-up questions. Most importantly: why?
Some people questioned why we bothered heading to campus during this obviously unsocial time. Sometimes we questioned it, too.
The duality of architecture featured on the University of Ottawa campus is astounding. Aesthetically, I find myself wondering how Simard and Hamelin can coexist with Morriset.
It has recently been brought to my attention that I’m a serial friendzoner — a phenomenon to which I was previously none the wiser.
There I was, sitting in a dark basement in a fold-up chair, gazing into a webcam placed at an angle so low that, if it actually boasted of good camera quality, would be able to serve as a scope of my nostrils.
Denouncing a pumpkin spice latté as “basic” is an evolved form of not liking the colour pink, saying that hanging out with boys is less drama, and feeling a little bit guilty for loving romantic comedies.
Another virus spreading in our neighbourhoods: ignorance and unchecked privilege.
I finished getting diagnosed with alopecia areata, depression and severe anxiety disorder, and a mystery disease, hopped in my car with tears in my eyes, and tossed my fanny pack and bucket hat back on — I had a game of socially distanced freeze dance to lead.
