On Jan. 14 my friend and I took time away from studying to brave snow, wind, and freezing temperatures to canvass part of the Ghetto for local NDP candidate Rob Hutchison. Several people we spoke to asked to have an NDP sign displayed on their frozen lawn. In total, we placed over a dozen signs over two streets in the heart of the Ghetto. The next day I was disappointed to see that many of the signs we installed were removed and/or vandalized—and even more upset that [it seemed] only NDP signs were affected. More tolerance and respect please.
You may sense that I am a little angry as I write this letter. Well I have good reason for being angry. This evening my daughter received word that her rented home in Kingston has been on the latest list of break-ins. This means that she has to interrupt her Christmas vacation to return to Kingston to survey the damage.
As a student who regularly makes it to the gym about five to six times a week, my issues with the PEC are more than just the ancient equipment and the time constraints. My main concern lies with the “politics” of the weight room.
I’m nervous. I’m nervous about where our country is heading and I’m nervous that fewer and fewer people want to acknowledge the importance of the decisions that we have to make.
Every child dreams. In Canada we try to indulge the dreams of each child equally. Publicly funded education, universal health care and other social services draw people to Canada from every corner of the world so that they may hope for a better future for their children. Yet when it comes to our aboriginal peoples, the original people of this land, neglect and inequality are the reality.
The launch of the Queen’s Make Poverty History campaign this week was timely in light of the op-ed that was printed in last Friday’s Journal. While I agree with Ms. Walji that poverty still exists in full force and that neither the Live-8 concerts nor the coming year will signify its end, I don’t agree that you have to go to Ethiopia to see it.
The Union Gallery is the University’s student-run art gallery. It is the only student-run gallery of its kind in all of Canada, and it provides a polished and professional venue for students to show their work. The Union Gallery was just shy of receiving enough “yes” votes in the fall referendum to our request for a mandatory fee increase from $1.50 to $1.75, and [this is still the case] after the recount that took place on Monday night.
First hearing Erin Simpson from the Canadian Council for International Cooperation promote the campaign at Queen’s University, I couldn’t help but get excited about a movement which gave young people a voice, made us united, made us strong.
The City of Kingston’s recent bylaw enforcement in the Ghetto seems disingenuous in light of the recent Homecoming event, the years of neglect of property standards in general in the Ghetto, and the city’s blind eye to dilapidation elsewhere in its precincts, including some city-owned property.
As a child, I making construction paper crosses, reciting “In Flanders Fields,” buying poppies at the grocery store, and seeing the veterans at our school assemblies. But of all these things about Remembrance Day, the one thing that has always stuck with me was seeing the veterans cry.
“‘Deregulation’ is a word that bothers me,” said Principal Hitchcock in a recent Journal article. As a student who attended Queen’s during the deregulation debates of 2000-2003, and as a current grad student at York, I can honestly say that tuition deregulation does more than bother me—it scares the hell out of me. What I hope Principal Hitchcock really means is that the word “deregulation” bothers her—as well as the concept.
Thursday or Friday? Oh, the controversy, the late night debating, the bated breaths and unexpected sunrise wakings. As it is with most Eids, the question of “when?” was imperative.
The recent article about Amnesty International’s opposition to the use of Tasers to break up street parties may have left the impression that Taser weapons are harmless. Nothing could be further from the truth.
“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.” It’s been over thirty years since the Five Man Electrical Band first penned these famous lyrics, but it seems that the times they are a-changin’.
The Vogt Studio Series was started by and is funded partly by the Drama Department Student Council as a safe, fun and co-operative learning environment for students to experiment with and expand their theatrical skills. Oftentimes, those involved with the VSS are completely new to this type of theatre and the series acts as a stepping stool for their future careers in theatre as well as showcasing creative and innovative ideas to peers. By getting involved with VSS, students add to their repertoires while learning from the experience.
As I try to sit through my genetics lecture, I can’t help but be disturbed by the intrusive, computerized versions of Britney Spears’ “Toxic” or Ludacris’ “Move Bitch.” I think you know what I’m trying to get at: whether it’s at the library, mid-lecture or while writing a mid-term, you can’t help but be drawn to the persistent, catchy, alarming tunes that spew forth from any number of cell phones throughout each day.
As the inevitable frost creeps towards the Kingston waterfront, students at Queen’s are sensing the impending doom that is the winter to come. And yet as our Ghetto houses get colder, and that walk to an 8:30 a.m. class seems more unbearable, I find a troubling theme amongst a majority of uninformed students: sweatpants.
I am writing this letter to the Journal in order to express my level of disgust and disappointment with Principal Karen Hitchcock’s discussion paper entitled ‘Engaging the World.’ During her time at Queen’s, she has been so concerned with Queen’s reputation on a national and international scale that she has lost sight of the real issues that affect this beloved institution.
