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Dear Golden Gael: Help!

"The amount of red ink my professor used on my first English essay left me seeing red. I don’t know what happened because in high school I never got anything lower than a B. I thought my paper was worthy of an A. What can I do to improve my marks on my essay?"Continue...

Navigating the sea of acronyms

Flashback to three summers ago: my Mom and I made the trip up to Kingston for our very first visit to Queen’s. Somewhere between the campus tour, the purchase of my brand new Queen’s hoodie, and my giddiness about my new home away from home, my Mom astutely exclaimed, “There sure are a lot of acronyms here!” She was right, as mothers so often are. It took me months to fully understand what the hell everyone was talking about.Continue...

Golden moments in Gael athletics

While the aspiring varsity athletes among you may know a bit about the history of the Queen’s athletic program, chances are most of you are unaware of its rich athletic traditions. So here are 10 goodies we’d like to share...Continue...

The people behind campus landmarks

One of the many manifestations of history at Queen’s is the names of buildings. You can’t go more than two steps on campus without running into an edifice named for someone who made significant contributions to the University’s development.

Here, the Journal presents five examples of the powerhouses who have guided the University over its 164 years of existence, and who have been rewarded with permanent on-campus memorials.Continue...

The long walk to progress

In the 1950s, a woman beginning her studies at Queen’s was given a candle that was supposed to foretell her future: her husband would come from the faculty whose colour was ribboned to her candle, and the number of times her candle dripped equalled the number of children she would have.Continue...

Seventy-eight glosses, one pair of lips

Last Friday, I bought myself my first red lipstick.

This might seem insignificant, and even downright frivolous, but it does have some significance here. You see, I have a bit of an addiction to lipstick’s baby sister, a little something called lip gloss.

And when I say a bit, I actually mean borderline serious. My current collection of lip glosses, neatly piled away in a trunk case, numbers 78.Continue...

Issue in photos

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The Harry Potter fling

According to my old Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English, a fling is “a short time of satisfying one’s own desires, often with no sense of responsibility.” No flings of a romantic nature for me this year, thank you, but flings of other sorts? Yes please.Continue...

Summer lovin’: how to have a blast

Summer is that carefree time that is supposed to be filled with excitement, which usually translates into “road trips” or, even better, “summer flings.” Two movies I watch religiously every summer are Grease and Dirty Dancing—and what girl hasn’t envied Sandy or Baby’s hot liaisons at one time or another?Continue...

Issue in photos

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Why I (secretly) enjoyed moving

As Murphy would have it, April 30—my appointed moving day—decided to pour rain. It was therefore an ideal day to be wandering the Ghetto with large wooden pieces of furniture in hand, since my housemates and I bravely, but foolishly, decided we were strong enough. What a mistake. Moreover, I somehow convinced myself that I—with my five-foot-two, 115-pound frame—could single-handedly take on a dresser almost as tall as I was.Continue...

Life after res—and missing it

Sitting comfortably in my chair in my new Ghetto house, I can recall the events of the past few weeks: the end of first-year exams, the frantic packing of the contents of my suddenly-enormous residence room before the big move, and, of course, the clouds of insects that provided free protein supplements to everyone on moving day.Continue...

Issue in photos

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Whatever happened to breaking bread?

In the 1980s, health-conscious North Americans would start their days with grapefruit and cottage cheese with black coffee, tossing their permed hair and turning a cold —and often padded—shoulder to foods not hyped as miracle fat-burners.Continue...

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Spiders, Sodexho and Stages

So, here we are. University has finally begun and two weeks have zoomed past me.Continue...

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Kalan Porter: Cherub toy or mama’s boy?

I have something to admit, and I’m prepared to lose all my credibility as a writer, music-lover and human being as a consequence. I love Canadian Idol, and now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with my life.Continue...

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My love (and hatred) for Livejournal—a true story

You’ve got the shakes. You’re sweating and you can feel your eyeballs bulging out of your head. Your 2,000-word Chaucer essay is due in two hours, and yet it sits untouched on your desktop. Meanwhile, your finger twitches on the mouse and you hit “Reload” on your Livejournal friends page once more. Your screen fills with pleasures both wonderful and horrible: pictures and rambling entries unfold before your eyes, penned by both friends and weird people you’ve never even met.Continue...

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