They seemed inseparable at first: co-dependent, almost like brothers. One, much younger than the other, held different values and beliefs. And it was their differences that allowed them to work together – different sizes and specialties, clashing colours and sports teams. “It’s like two kids in a bed and every now and again your parents [...]
Continue reading …It was like letting out all the anger I never thought I had. We smashed tables with our feet, bent their legs with our hands and ripped off their hardware with our teeth. (Okay, that last part is a bit extreme, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.) “Everything has to go,” we were told of [...]
Continue reading …No one saw it coming. It was the third wheel for 51 years; the nagging younger brother who wouldn’t get out of your face. The maturity of Red and Blue seemed to leave him in the corner to bang his fists against the wall – until now, that is. For the first time in history, [...]
Continue reading …I remember how brightly the sun shone that day. It wasn’t particularly warm outside, but it felt like it in my tiny Suzuki SX4. It was March break and I was driving home to Halifax in my first rented car. With a credit-card charge of more than $400, I felt like I could do anything. I [...]
Continue reading …I wanted to ignore Kony2012 when I first heard about it. The slogan was all over my Facebook newsfeed; apparently #stopkony was trending on Twitter. Perhaps my inner hipster told me I didn’t want to be another person talking about the same thing as everyone else. But the journalist in me couldn’t hold back. I [...]
Continue reading …I was nine when I decided I wanted to become a political analyst. It was circa ’99, the year John Hamm’s Progressive Conservatives won Nova Scotia’s provincial election. I read the brochures and listened closely to the news. As a (wishful) voter, I wanted to make an informed decision. “John Hamm’s going to win, you [...]
Continue reading …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.” [...]
Continue reading …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. [...]
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