As UBC attempts to address the unique anxieties of future nurses, doctors and pharmacists, the question remains whether these changes will be enough to embolden students to one day marry the frontlines — or leave their pre-pandemic aspirations with cold feet.
I left the church after high school because I felt like I had to pick between being gay and following Jesus. But leaving the church meant leaving behind more than just religion.
The intersection of academic freedom and freedom of expression is hard to articulate but their divergence is critical in the context of UBC.
Too scared to put myself out there and even more fearful of getting on a bus, I found myself simply walking in circles with nothing but my withering sense of pride and Google Maps to help me find my way home.
Envision was the first job I got after changing my name and starting testosterone. I knew I could pass as cisgender for short periods, but I had no idea how to talk to cis men as a cis man.
"[Our insurance coverage is] more generous than a lot of health plans, but there’s a lot of room for improvement — especially around the areas of acknowledging that trans-care exists, other than just covering the medication for it.”
“It can be really emotionally draining trying to explain the dynamic of your culture in relation to what you’re going through.”
Online university has made a stable internet connection a necessity for learning and working, but for some it has been an unattainable luxury.
The story of UBC’s student protests, their wins and losses, resources and institutional knowledge, provides a valuable lesson on the future of effective protest.
The weight of the world rests on our shoulders. Yet the fate of the world lies beneath the heels of the rich, their carbon footprints stamped down like corporate logos.
UBC is unique from most universities because it owns and operates its own water system. But how does water get here? What do we do with it? And how do we reconcile our collective need for water with a climate crisis that could see it becoming our most precious commodity?
The sands that I would pretend were sprinkles, where I’d roll around in, feeling like a brigadeiro. The sea where I learned that the best way past a tall wave is through it. It was now buried in oil and the federal government refused to do anything about it.
At the Supermarket You don’t see peanuts plucked out of the ground
We feasted our way into this mess and by God we’ll feast our way out.
metal straws clinking against ice cubes