by Hayley Copperthwaite | Sep 10, 2015 | Op-eds, Opinions
It’s 1:04 in the morning. I start work at my dead end job at 8:30 a.m. I have been lying in bed, sweating in my dad’s Kokanee t-shirt that he doesn’t know I stole from him during my last visit, since 9:58 p.m. What the hell am I doing? Kicking myself for the valuable...
by Hayley Copperthwaite | Mar 26, 2015 | Features
The red floral pattern of her dress mimicked the spring weather as I gingerly opened the door to Georgina Hope’s Family and Gender Studies class at Victoria High School. Her smile was as warm as the sun that shone through the windows, and the classroom was buzzing...
by Hayley Copperthwaite | Oct 16, 2014 | Humour, Stories | Satire
Dear That One Guy/Gal, You are very intelligent. We are all aware of that, and we all appreciate you gracing us with your presence in class. Moreover, we are all aware that you know more than anyone in the class, the professor included. Clearly, you should be the one...