To introduce ourselves, we’re recommending some summer reading — from the outgoing editors, books they’ve already read and loved, and from the incoming editors, books we’re looking forward to digging into.
Culture
Third-year Sauder student Shakil Jessa’s short film Imran and Alykhan debuted on May 12 at this year’s Crazy8s Gala, a competitive opportunity for emerging filmmakers to showcase their work.
Clark closed the three-show Decolonize the Chan series on March 26 with Feast Of The Invisible, an immersive performance that blended ceremonial storytelling, têwêhikan (hand drum) and musical genres from jazz to throat singing.
So, in no particular order, here are the top ten culture pieces of 2021/2022.
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With only one night to haunt, I knew exactly where I was headed.
The library was eerily quiet that night as I entered with my Starbucks drink in hand. There were no sounds of keyboards tapping, no pencils scraping against paper, no quiet sniffles coming from students. The place was abandoned.
The problem was that the horror from the books bled into my real life.
I can feel them crawling underneath my duvet, traveling up my legs, over my torso and into my mouth.
In some households, Christmas was the holiday to await, advent calendar counting down the days, chocolatey treats eaten in anticipation. But for mine, it was Halloween.
The lights flicker and I hear the call end. That simple, really. Just a little bit of rain and suddenly the whole city’s wiring is failing. It reminds me of a macro cosmic motherboard gone wrong.
Reaching down to pause her music, she stopped. The road was now unpaved, and her step cracked in the rocky dust.
Students have reported that during their lectures, they would see a dark, cloaked spectre with a Jack-o-Lantern head passing behind professors and a few other students.
She was so ill that she hardly noticed when her coworkers stopped partying around her. Shrieks of drunken laughter turned into panicked screams and a splash as her boss fell overboard.
When I turned around, she looked incredibly startled. I was somewhat confused about why she was acting so oddly, suddenly she uttered words that caught me off guard;
I flipped the page, expecting to read about a winding staircase leading to an underground dungeon, or maybe to a secret lair, but instead, I felt my head start to dip towards my chest and my eyes beginning to shut.
When I was four years old, I lived in a haunted house in the heart of Surrey. It had a pretty cherry tree in the yard with a few resident individuals who were not alive.
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