Suicide: Why and when we report
I first heard about it from an AQ writer. “I just wanted to give you the heads up,” he wrote. I get these types of letters a lot, story pitches The Aquinian often can’t pursue in the end. And then there was this one. “Jay Scott killed his gf and himself last week sometime.” [...]
You know it’s over when the guy you’re seeing says, “You need to stop liking me.” To be honest, I’ve never had the best luck when it comes to guys. Maybe it’s because I never really stopped crushing on Kristian Swan, my great unrequited Grade 7 love, until my last years of high school; or [...]
Continue reading …I’ve been called insensitive and lazy, the worst reporter in the world. People say I’m sensationalist, only looking for a “good story,” that I disregard the facts, don’t do research, and certainly don’t care about people’s feelings – especially those of Harrington residents. Or at least that’s what some readers think I’m like. As editor-in-chief [...]
Continue reading …I was nine pounds when I was born and from what I’ve heard, that’s no small child. Pictures show me with what appears to be a full head of hair and possibly glasses. But after a 17-hour labour, some impending nerve damage – and hopefully 22 years of awesomeness – my mom has forgiven me. [...]
Continue reading …We thought it was just a rumour. Really? Alcohol banned in Harrington Hall, the party house of St. Thomas University? Someone heard it from someone else who told us Larry Batt said the ban would start at midnight that night. We had to find out if this was true because, after all, you don’t report [...]
Continue reading …I was probably 10 when I witnessed my first sex scene. I was home alone and had turned on HBO – Sex and the City was on repeat that day. I was never allowed to watch the show, but I didn’t understand why. Okay, so the title has “sex” in it – big deal. What’s [...]
Continue reading …She told me it wasn’t safe for people to know she was depressed. A friend of hers had called people with mental illnesses “those people,” so she had proof that young adults still held on to a century-old stigma. I knew her name, but she wasn’t sure she wanted everyone else to know it simply [...]
Continue reading …“So, how can we piss people off this week, editors?” “Another Harrington story?” “No, that’s too easy a target. Besides, our reporters don’t like going in there. They’ve complained about slipping on all the blood in the halls.” I look across the story meeting table at an editor who’s sweating like a pig in a [...]
Continue reading …When I was a resident in Harrington Hall, every Friday night I’d pour myself a rum and coke, a bowl of chips and wail away on my electric guitar. Believe it or not, my wing rep deemed me “most likely to form a garage band in her dorm room,” cranking the lead riffs to songs [...]
Continue reading …Let me take you back, way back, to a simpler time, a time of MSN Messenger. For most of us, MSN was a place to talk to friends after school without tying up the phone line. It was one of the first popular ways to have a conversation with someone without the pressure of responding [...]
Continue reading …My closet at my home in Nova Scotia is still full of my old Barbies, Polly Pockets and Beanie Babies. About six years ago, I crammed myself into that closet, closed the door and tried to close out the world. My dad had just told me he was moving in with his girlfriend. There was something [...]
Continue reading …When I came back home after living in Pasumalai, Tamil Nadu, India for a month, I experienced what some would call reverse culture shock: Canada was more unfamiliar than India had ever been. And for the longest time I had no idea how to show people what I meant. I had planned the trip a year [...]
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