Last Friday, tens gathered in a sports arena somewhere on campus to watch the Lightningfowl win or lose or something. The excitement in the air was existing. The refs whistled their whistles and the game began.
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The AMS has confirmed that starting April 1, a brown bin will be added for disposing of paper copies of The Who?byssey. This move will not only ease out the Who?byssey-filled blue paper bins but also generally improve the lives of UBC students.
To be fair, there’s not a lot you can buy at the bookstore for $6.71. You could buy yourself a new... pen? Maybe even a notebook, if you have a particularly thrifty eye.
In its 100 years as the only important newspaper on Campus, The Who?byssey has been through a lot. Starting its history as newsletter handed out to soldiers returning from the war of 1812 to our now history of being used as a bus stop seat cover when it’s raining, The Who?byssey has seen it all, man.
8. Cut out all the names of the editorial and put it on a dart board.
Woah! Watch out! I know you were just sitting there minding your own business trying to study, but the beloved restaurant you’re studying biochemistry in is being closed down as we speak. Like right now.
When we are engaging with you we frequently get complaints on our content. The most common complaint we get is about how bad our spelling is. To that we say, Shakespeare invented like, four billion words. What’s stopping us from inventing some?
Early 2000s fanfiction — and later 2010s Wattpad — taught me the best way to engage in a love-hate relationship is to brutally insult your enemy during the day and passionately, uh, make out at night.
The Who?byssey has had a long line of notable writers, journalists and white-collar criminals in our history. Here are just a few notable Who?byssey alumni from around the world and a variety of industries.
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And, just like that, Snorfball became a UBC tradition.
His interview was so fucking boring that I can’t be bothered to transcribe it. “Blah blah blah forests blah blah calming beauty of nature blah blah meditation,” said Riordan, probably.
The broken souls that make up our news team did their best to track down any remaining stories on campus, but it turns out we wrote everything that could possibly be written.
I waited months to get my GoGlobal application back. I was hoping for someplace exotic, Australia, Belgium or — maybe even my dream — Oman. I was shocked and delighted when I heard where I was going: UBC Robson.
To my great surprise, the Almonds Matter Society (AMS) also voted to never do anything dumb ever again in an article titled “AMS ***** ******** ***** ** * *****.”
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