At Bubba’s Pizzeria, one thing is certain: poutine is king. “Poutine is stencilled on the windows here, our shirts, our hats, people love the poutine,” Bubba’s employee Scott Cooper said.
Like many university students, Justin Lum, ArtSci ’10, found his first year at Queen’s revolved heavily around the consumption of alcohol. “Prior to coming to university, I never drank heavily. When I got here I sort of went on a binge,” he said, adding that he sometimes went out five nights in a week his first year.
The school year has hardly begun, but graduating students are already thinking about their post-graduate ambitions. When they sweep off Grant Hall’s stage this spring, diplomas in hand, the class of 2010 will be met with the harshest economic climate since the early 1990s.
This month marks the one-year anniversary of Clark Hall Pub’s re-opening. Walking into the pub last week to speak with Engineering Society representatives and having attended last year’s grand opening, I couldn’t believe the difference a year can make.
Twenty-eight years after Queen’s University was established, its doors opened to female students in 1869. Ban Righ Hall, the first female residence on campus, was built in 1925. But as early as 1900, of the Alumnae Association rented housing near campus and used it to house women.
Sitting in the cockpit of a shining golden Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) F-86 Sabre 5, I did what anyone else would do. I started fiddling with the dials hoping for something exciting to happen. Lieutenant Colonel (Retired) Dan Dempsey, a Royal Military College graduate with more than 20 years of RCAF service under his belt, showed me around the Golden Hawk, pointing out the features of the 1954 aircraft and keeping me away from others. Like, say, the eject button.
When most students think of Clark Hall, they probably think of Friday afternoon Rituals, Golden Words and maybe the Campus Bookstore. Fewer are likely aware the same hallowed halls that house one of Queen’s favorite watering holes are also home to one of the only entirely student-run, non-profit non-governmental, organizations in Canada.
It’s no secret women outnumber men at the university level in Canada, and Queen’s is no exception. A quick walk around campus will show this fact, and the statistics will back it up.
The cultural studies program may be a work in progress, but it wouldn’t rather be anything else. Thanks to provincial government funding and faculty pressure, students interested in culture have have found a true niche at Queen’s. This year marks the program’s addition to the school’s graduate calendar.
According to the Canadian guidelines for exercise, a leisurely 50-minute walk may be as beneficial to your health as a 30-minute run. Though I wish I’d read the guidelines before embarrassing myself on the treill at the PEC, Robert Ross, an exercise physiologist with the School of Kinesiology and Health Studies, said my dreams of walking my way to a wan waist have yet to be empirically ed.
“If you’re not a liberal at 20 you have no heart; if you’re not a conservative at 40 you have no brain.” This adage, attributed to Winston Churchill, paints a picture of the fickle nature of politics, but also reinforces a familiar stereotype: the hardened, cold-hearted young conservative, the miserly antithesis to a more idealistic liberal youth majority.
When retired civil engineering professor Barry Batchelor moved his family to Collingwood St. from Kingston’s suburban fringe in 1984, most of his neighbours were of the full-time variety—many of them families with young children.
Queen’s is known for its traditions, but it’s likely less known that hazing was once one of them. In September of 1997, incoming Queen’s students and their parents were met with an early welcome to Queen’s along Hwy. 401. Large signs reading, “Queen’s fathers say goodbye to your daughter’s virginity!” and “Thank you Queen’s parents for dropping off your virgin daughters,” caused controversy on campus and in the national media, leading to widespread criticism regarding the orientation practices.
As Queen’s students, it’s hard to picture downtown Kingston without many of its beloved shops and restaurants . But, many Queen’s alumni and long-time residents Kingston in the 1950s as a different city.
“I should have brought my resumé,” a frustrated Marc Li said while waiting in line to order at the Starbucks at the corner of Division and Johnson streets. Li’s prolonged summer job hunt has become a full-time job in itself—without any breaks.
“Oh my God!” my Grade 8 self squeals, “It says ‘ArtSci ’98’ had SEX in this room!” This particular use of dormitory beds was one of many enlightening experiences—albeit less tasteful than most—I had as a 14 year-old student participating in the E=MC² program at Queen’s in 2002.
