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I would not consider myself a religious person. Honestly, I don’t understand how anyone could think of me as religious. So when I ask friends for class notes because I've missed a lecture due to a religious holiday, I always get weird looks.

When I immigrated to the United States, I was only a few months old. My parents and I weren’t running from civil war, religious persecution or a violent dictatorship. My dad had gotten a job offer and he, my mom and I were following the opportunity.

This magazine is just the beginning of all the incredible stories waiting to be told on our campus about how students, staff and faculty have shaped and continue to shape our university identity.

The Ubyssey received responses from over 400 UBC students on their drug and substance use. Collecting this type of information via Google Forms, where we can’t interview respondents directly, isn’t ideal — but it revealed interesting and compelling trends about student substance use.

The distance, for the most part, made the beginning of this transition easy. Being far away was nice, I felt free and in control of my life’s happenings. I could stay out until whenever I wanted, hang out with who I wanted and go wherever I wanted.

My iPhone, which blares out the alarm tone dubbed “Stargaze,” has been going off for at least two minutes, begging and pleading with me to wake up with every note. I groggily lay there, my eyes barely being able to focus on my phone’s screen.

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