by Klara Woldenga | Nov 8, 2012 | Humour
So you’re as swamped with essays as the U.S. of A. is with debt? Your impending midterm has you cringing like a woman in labour? I don’t care. I’m not here for you to vent to. My shoulder is not for crying on. My voice is for motivating, and my message is: “Buck up.”...
by Klara Woldenga | Nov 1, 2012 | Humour
I enjoy Barack Obama as much as the next Canadian. I might even say I enjoy him as much as is legally possible without being allowed to vote for him. I’m not by any means immune to his charms, or the way his ears set off that decisive, masculine jaw. It was a happy...
by Klara Woldenga | Nov 1, 2012 | Humour
Cry away your monster makeup. Wallow through your sugar hangover. It’s time to take a black or orange marker to your calendar — let it squeak in sadness — and note the next best day of your life: one whole year from now. There are 364 days until Halloween. Cry away;...
by Klara Woldenga | Oct 25, 2012 | Op-eds, Opinions
Looking for a job sucks. I’m not the first person to complain about this. Even once you’ve finally found something somewhat close to what you’re looking for, the dreaded online application process can be even worse. I don’t know if anyone has ever exclaimed, “I love...
by Klara Woldenga | Oct 18, 2012 | Humour, Stories | Satire
I am a terrible cook. I have, on several occasions: burnt Minute Rice so that it is unrecognizable; served lasagna in bowls due to its soupy consistency; and forgotten a crucial ingredient in cookies — sugar. When asked to take on the sweet potato dish for...