HIGH SCHOOL & CELL PHONES One of the biggest things I remember about the first day of high school was everyone exchanging phone numbers and putting it into their flip phones—or maybe their blackberries if their parents were willing to pay more for the monthly bill. The awkwardness of first-day jitters had worn off and everyone […]Read more "💑💩👶"
This past Tuesday, the Creative Communications class took a little field trip to see Reservations, a play divided into two stories that looks at current issues regarding indigenous rights. I’ve been to plays in the past like Fiddler on the Roof and The King and I, but nothing like Reservations. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to an informative […]Read more "Theatre Review: Reservations"
Picture being in the middle of a highway. You can see your house across the snow-covered farmer’s field, but to walk there would take half an hour. You’re not dressed for the weather in your capri pants and hoodie, even though your mom always warned you to dress for the weather “just in case.” You’re stranded. That […]Read more "Super Joe to the Rescue!"
Growing up, people always told me I look nothing like my brothers. “Of course not,” I would think to myself, “There’s no chance I look like those scruffy-faced hooligans.” But as I got older, people’s opinions began to shift. Friends and people who had just met my family began to tell me more and more […]Read more "We don’t look alike, gosh darnit"
This past weekend was my first time ever going to Festival du Voyageur. Even with so many events to choose from, I was drawn to the 34th Beard Growing Contest because well, where else are you going to see THAT many beards? Held at the Voyageur Trading Post, men and women joined in one of four […]Read more "Beards, Beards, Beards"
Did you know that cookies can’t make themselves?! Of course you do. Everyone does. But based on the amount of times I’m told by my brothers, “those cookies aren’t going to make themselves,” you’d think it was breaking news. About once a week it’s suggested that I make cookies for the house. It’s cue that there’s a […]Read more "Make that (Cookie) Dough"
I have to confess: I used to be Satan. Maybe not in the way you’d expect, like bleached-red skin with a long, pointy tail. Instead, I had pale-white flesh that the sun burned into a hot red (okay we have that part in common), and long blonde hair that knots uncontrollably. I need to tell you this because […]Read more "I used to be Satan."