99 things to do at UBC: Experiencing Wreck Beach in nothing but my socks
Like most people I’m super comfortable and able to be shirtless in extremely public situations like beaches, pools and Walmarts.
"99 Things to do at UBC Before You Graduate" was Tristian Wheeler's humour column where he recorded doing 90 or so things that should be done before one graduates. It ran through the 2017/18 academic year.
Like most people I’m super comfortable and able to be shirtless in extremely public situations like beaches, pools and Walmarts.
I typically spend the week prior only thinking about the fact that I have a midterm. This usually means every once in a while I say to myself “Oh yeah, I have a midterm on Wednesday,” and that’s it.
I found that the best way to lose myself was to wake up, hop on a bus and keep my eyes closed until I felt it was time to get off. Then, feeling my way for the exit, I got off.
For the first time in months water that isn’t rain ran down my face. As I stood smiling and staring into the sun, I revelled in its warmth. Forty seconds later, the clouds swallowed it up again, erasing every trace of the great warm orb.
I looked at the charred remains of the book long after the flames went out. After what seemed like hours, an unabashedly naked man yelled from across the beach that he’s been watching me for a while and was wondering if I was okay.
Engineers sure do love their chants. The most important of them being about drinking 40 beers and drinking rum. It doesn’t take long to learn the chants since they’re repeated every three goddamn minutes.
I was going to go to my professor’s office hours to instigate an academic dialogue that would fully enrich my understanding of the course material.
He was obviously very excited to be here, but maybe too excited. Within one minute of being in the office he had lapped the place about four times and had spoken to all twelve people present.
There have been many moments where I’ve smelled a certain perfume, food, or natural aroma that transports me to a time in my childhood. Which is why the student produced smell of wet dog is so beautiful to me.
Central plumbing has become a luxury to me. When I hear a flushing toilet, a tear comes to my eyes. Water and porcelain sounds more beautiful than Mozart or a Radiohead album to me.
While I was sure UBC had secrets, and at least one chamber, I had a hard time believing there was a place that was both a chamber and filled with secrets.
AMS President Alan Ehrenholz ran officially as The Cairn in last year’s election, and unfortunately vandalizing him is not a long-standing tradition.
I would be the most sick-ass owner. Me and my dog would crash sportscars and party on yachts all day. We’d wear sunglasses and have chilli dogs on the beach, and at night we’d hold each other close and eat dog food.
This was the only affectionate, or even physical, interaction I saw between these dozens of people. Jesus Christ the future looks bleak.
Some of you may have heard rumours of a creature called ‘the fish’ — they swim in water and eat pieces of filth that float in front of their two torpid eyes. They are one of the tastiest things around.