Nominations to serve on the President's Advisory Committee for the search for a new vice-provost and associate VP academic affairs have opened, UBC said on October 16.
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UBC’s women’s and men’s volleyball teams are entering the regular season with something to prove. Here’s what you should expect from the Thunderbirds this year.
Under the direction of Dr. Robert Taylor, the UBC Bands Wind Ensemble delivered an incredible program of works from local to world-renowned composers last Friday evening at the Chan Centre.
On October 12, Canada West announced changes to the varsity hockey, volleyball, basketball and soccer schedules for the 2024/25 seasons.
Though my mom would hold my eyebrow skin taught, when I looked in the mirror, I’d smile at myself. Not because I thought I looked better — or fundamentally different, even — but because I felt better. I felt like an adult. I felt like a woman. And I felt brown.
We may never know what it is exactly, but here are some things you can do with the big yellow thing on University Boulevard.
In the male-dominated sport, riders vault from horse to horse around a track in a quick-witted loop. But with stamina and discipline, Logan is determined to make it to the top, even with the odds stacked against her.
i used to wish i was a boy / because i thought / i would get / the benefit of the doubt / from a culture that loved / what i wasn’t.
From a queer perspective, the idea of embodying something genderless is incredibly empowering. But I understand not everybody wants to cosplay as a plant.
Saying I “grew up ugly” doesn’t mean I was ugly — it meant that I never quite fit in the way other people did, and that's especially difficult when you have been forced to adapt to different standards of beauty your whole life.
And looking back to the young girl who secretly shaved her legs, I see a girl who just didn’t know how to exist in a body that seemingly developed overnight. But most importantly I see a girl who thinks she is anything but beautiful. I see a girl who was wrong.
Beauty has always felt like this incomprehensible, elusive thing, forever outside of my reach. Running around with a tangled mane of hair and dirt on my face, what did beauty matter?
I tell her I used to wear makeup because I felt bad about my face, but I stopped because wearing makeup felt like covering it up rather than learning to accept it. It's the same argument I made to my mom and grandma. The same argument I still make to myself.
Femininity was an afterthought for her, while it chewed me alive and left me disgusted with myself.
I didn’t believe I had anything to say that would spark someone’s genuine interest in getting to know me, so I relied on my outfits to do the heavy lifting. Then I discovered a new social skill to add to my toolbox: Compliments.