Day: March 21, 2017

  • Sponsoring Students at Acadia

    Hidden in the long list of fees that appear on every Acadia student’s account statement, it is easy to overlook the one dollar a year that goes towards WUSC. WUSC stands for the World University Service of Canada and is a non-profit organization based out of university campuses across the country. WUSC’s aim is to create a better world by promoting education, employment and empowerment in Canada and around the world. Many Acadia students don’t know that this small fee they pay each year actually goes towards supporting one of WUSC’s biggest initiatives, the Student Refugee Program. The money raised from this small levy goes towards sponsoring a student from a refugee camp to come and study at Acadia. This fee along with the financial assistance provided by the university and various community organizations helps to cover the cost of tuition and living expenses for the student. A small group of Acadia students serve on the Local Committee and are responsible for filling out the paperwork to help sponsor a new student each year. The Local Committee receives applications from students all around the world interested in studying in Canada and decides together which student would be a good fit for our university. When the student arrives, it is the Local Committee members and the faculty representative, Julie Snair, who go to the airport to welcome them and provide support to them throughout the rest of the year and beyond. This is important as the transition can be challenging and while students who have lived in Canada their whole lives may not understand the difficulties of resettlement, they can still do their best to make sure the student feels as welcomed and supported as possible.

    This program is unique in that it encourages students to sponsor other students in need around the world. Whether it is through organizing fundraising initiatives or raising awareness about the refugee crisis on campus, the Student Refugee Program has a lot to offer both the students being sponsored and those doing the sponsoring. This program is actually the only one of its kind in the world that pairs the idea of youth to youth sponsorship with refugee resettlement and education. It aims to not only provide the youth who must flee their countries with a safe place to call home, but also to provide them with the opportunity to gain new skills and a world-class university education. Students can choose to enrol in any degree program they wish and have generally been very successful with 85% of students sponsored finding work in their desired field. Many decide to stay in Canada after completing their degrees but many also decide to return to their home countries to try and make a difference there.

    While Acadia only sponsors one student per year, the student who comes adds to the diversity and culture of the University and the Wolfville community as a whole. They provide Canadian and international students with the opportunity to learn about other cultures and world issues in a more personal way. It also offers students the chance to make a difference in someone’s life when all the problems in the world can seem overwhelming. While there are certainly major challenges and issues that need to be addressed in order to prevent the mass displacement of young people and their families, this is one way that Acadia seeks to help. In light of the Syrian Refugee Crisis, and other devastating humanitarian catastrophes around the world right now, WUSC Acadia is hoping to expand what they do by looking for new members, fundraising, and spreading awareness. There is also the possibility of holding a referendum in the coming years to increase the student levy. The goal would be to raise the levy by a small amount, likely just a dollar more, to either increase the support for the SRP students already at Acadia or to possibly increase the number of students Acadia is able to sponsor. Additional projects include raising awareness and fundraising for the Shine a Light Campaign which seeks to improve the accessibility of the Student Refugee Program to women and girls who are currently under-represented in it.

    Students who are interested in getting involved are encouraged to find the WUSC Acadia Facebook group or to email Co-Chair Rhys Winder ([email protected]) for information about joining the local committee.

    For sources and more information visit http://www.wusc.ca/en/program/srp-resources

     

     

  • Plight

    Plight

    Having recognized a purpose also comes with a plight.
    You end up living in the fight.
    I’m exhausted, I’m tired.
    I feel it in my bones.
    I’m always in the zone.
    And it does take its toll,
    On your body, mind and soul.
    Having to wake up on each day,
    trying not to lose your way.
    And don’t forget what’s important,
    Why you’re here in the first place.
    My life isn’t mine anymore,
    but it wasn’t really mine even before.
    it’s always been of a bigger scope,
    first a family asset,
    now a feminist fucking joke.
    Can you imagine living for yourself?
    Might be better off being dead.
    So I’m thankful
    No, I’m thankful.
    For the tired in my bones,
    For I’d rather wake up aching,
    Than wake up feeling cold.
  • Those Smoky Eyes

    Those Smoky Eyes

    Her eyes were dark and smoky. His eyes were dazed and glazed. His senses dulled.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something real, not fabricated within the illusion
    reflected by the clouds of drug induced haze. He knew he had to get out. Get out of this rut
    he called “living”, drenched in booze and drugs, oozing in and out of his system. There was no peace, no serenity to hold him there. All there was for him was chaos, unhappiness—addiction.
    That one word.
    That one word he had heard so much about. He was warned again, and again, but he didn’t listen. He was hooked. It wasn’t even just the drugs; it was everything about the life. He had made some permanent rose coloured glasses with his deep-fried brain. He slept on an old futon mattress on the floor in sheets soaked in sweat, booze, and sex. He lived the life of the delinquent, but felt like a king.
    He needed to get out, but there she was in all her glory. Her skin aglow with the dim lighting from the street light coming through the window. She was truly beautiful. As sailors fell for the sirens and crashed upon the deadly rocks, he fell for her. Her leading him deeper and deeper into her brown eyes, deeper and deeper in to his pit of despair.
    He sat up on the edge of the mattress on the floor. He held his head in his hands. He knew what he had to do. But he didn’t want to go, he knew it was right. It is going hurt. The rustling of the sheets behind him began to move—the girl who he had thought he could love forever. Why did he have to do this again?
    More moving brought him from his thoughts and spurred him into action. He stood up and put on his clothes. He had everything on when she asked him where he was going. “It has been good, but we can’t do this anymore.”
    He couldn’t see her face but he knew what it looked like. The streams of tears caught the only light in the room, fragile crystals that weren’t supposed to be seen. He wished he hadn’t looked.
    “I’m sorry… Peace.”
    It felt like ripping off a huge piece of duct tape stuck on leg hair, but now it was okay. There was a weight that was lifted. His heart was broken and shattered, but it has released his soul to roam free. He left the apartment, into a building of many years of memories. He turned and went down the steps that always smelt a bit off and through the doors onto the stoop.
    He shoved his hands into his pockets to protect them from the crisp morning air. He searched through his pockets: wallet, lighter, phone, joint, earbuds. He took out his earbuds and plugged himself in. It was almost time for the sun to rise. He hit play. As the guitars and drums began to blare into his ear, he began to walk. Leaving the memories behind him. It was cold. He should have worn more the night before. He wasn’t headed home quite yet either. He needed to see the sun rise and he knew exactly where.
    He walked down to the mudflats and walked along a dyke. Farther and farther away from the town in the light darkness of early dawn. He didn’t reach his destination until the sky began to warm up with the beginning rays of sun. It was a rock he had walked out to his first year there. That version of him would have so many questions, he would not be able to answer any of them. He knew he really wouldn’t change anything. You can’t deny who you are, you just have to change it. At least, he knew that now. He was so different, but nothing really had changed. It was funny like that.
    The sun rose slowly above the dark earth illuminating the farm fields with soft pink light. A new dawn, the same old, same old, so he took out the stale joint he had in his pocket, and he lit it.
  • Red Rhythm

    keep the red coming until the last
    d                                                         d
    r                                                          r
    i                                                          o
    p                                                         p
    falls from the emerald bottle into
    my glass and a buzz is humming
    through my veins and moving
    me to the beat of this god
    awful music I can’t
    even drunkenly
    pretend
    to
    know
    the
    words
    to.
    My
    eyes
    lock
    with
    yours
    over
    the brim of my glass
    and as we dance… the music grows on me.
  • r-e-s-e-a-r-c-h: an anagram and a process

    see
    ease
    har
    har
    har
    re-sea
    ah…
    sh*
    race
    ear
    hear
    rear
    a
    rare
    search
    reach
    ha
    rah!
    rah!
    rah!
  • Headscapes

    There’s people outside,
    the thrashing and bustling kind.
    Nowadays they seem to blur
    like shadows in dithyrambic dazes.
    We shiver at the thought
    of joining them out there,
    so we watch through
    sectioned sickle panes.
    And the days that go for us,
    are punchy plucks of a
    gut string.
    Yet we raised our chins real high,
    peeked out through the slats
    and into their beady reddened eyes.
    Let’s see what it sounds like outside
    I thought of that earlier today:
    what happens if the strings don’t
    pluck in the same old way
  • Second-Hand Sky

    For once I was a first impression,
    To catch a lady’s eye.
    Though now I sit here on a rack,
    Watching customers pass by.
    Child, Mother, Mayor and maid,
    Looking for something to buy.
    Do my bright colours intrigue you,
    I think I look like the sky.
    My light blue cuffs and bright white tuffs,
    do take four hours to dry.
    But don’t you think if you had me,
    Neighbours couldn’t help but say hi.
    I’ll keep you warm, like many before, over a shirt and tie.
    I wish you the best, for you’ll see me next on your neighbour who waves goodbye
  • Things That Should Have Been Curbed in 2016

    Things That Should Have Been Curbed in 2016

     

    1) The notion that “White Privilege” is offensive and racist towards White People.

    Racism, cultural appropriation, and discrimination have been a hot-button issue throughout history. With the rise of social media platforms, along with the recent election of Donald Trump, there is a plethora of conversation online (and in print) about the hateful rhetoric that seems to be plaguing today’s society. Unfortunately, when people feel that their privilege is being threatened, they enter an automatic defense mode. It is often presented in such a manner where the defendant makes claims of innocence, justifying their feelings of discomfort by exclaiming that they are not guilty of racism, and that if their race is being questioned, that they are automatically being discriminated against. White privilege is not racist; it is not offensive in any way. It is a method of explaining the favorable treatment that white people often receive. There are no systems of oppression designed against white people. Thinking that reverse racism exists is what perpetuates the notion of white privilege further into the foundations of our society. It is a mechanism that is used to validate the comfortable position white people hold in society. Validating your own comfortable position by attacking a marginalized group (by saying white privilege is offensive, racist etc.) is a subtle way of invalidating and shutting down any group who’s LIVED EXPERIENCE has ever been one of systemic oppression. In extension, these feelings can often be described as “white fragility,” a state in which minimum amounts of racial stress becomes intolerable, triggering outward displays of emotion, such as anger, and behaviours such as argumentation. Yeah, this definitely could have been left behind in 2016.

    2) That any Indigenous culture should just “get over” colonization.

    Really? This one amazes me every time I hear it. Let us take a brief moment to recall Canadian History because we are not innocent in the ways or racism and cultural oppression. Residential schools were opened in conjunction with the Catholic and Protestant Churches and the government. Their aim was to remove any form of Indigenous culture from Indigenous children by forcefully removing them from their homes, placing them in schools where they would be taught Western values. As such, a cultural genocide was committed. Often, when hearing the word “genocide,” events such as the Holocaust, Bosnian, and Rwandan genocides. That is because Canada has attempted to repress its history. The horrors of the Residential schools did not end until 1996. Yes, most of us were living when the last school shut its doors. During their time in the Residential schools, Indigenous children were beaten, sexually assaulted, and mentally abused by their instructors. Often, these traumas were difficult to cope with. A stigma surrounds Indigenous peoples in Canada. Many people chose to believe that status cards, funding, government aid, and the Truth and Reconciliation Committee should all be abolished. They question why we should continue to apologize, and why we should continue to work towards mending our relationship with Indigenous peoples. What does it take to get over something like this? How could you possibly put a numerical value on an apology, how can you, a white person, get to dictate the appropriate measures for reconciliation after a cultural genocide has been committed? When you say these things, you act as though you assume the role of the oppressed, you may think you understand their oppression, but you simply do not. I know I do not understand, I never could. However, it is important to listen, to engage in conversation, and to be respectful of what you cannot understand. Please read the above statement about white privilege and then rethink your questions and sweeping generalizations about Indigenous peoples and Indigenous culture.

    3) “She was asking for it”- REALLY?

    For God sakes. How is this type of conversation STILL taking place? Did we not learn after Jian Ghomeshi and Brock Allen-Turner? I simply do not understand. The legal process further victimizes rape victims. Belittlement and slut-shaming occur in the courtroom in order to find loopholes in the victim’s statement. By asking her, “did you say no?” you are questioning her pain and her experience. By asking her, “how much did you drink?” you are assuming that all drunk women are ‘asking for it’, by asking her “what were you wearing” or “how many men have you slept with in the past”, you are slut-shaming her. Although there are false reports of rape, the treatment of victims in the courtroom is inexcusable. This is the reason that rape and sexual assault are so underreported. This process favours the accused, often bringing into play irrelevant aspects of his character, his achievements, and what he strives for in life. However, this does not take into account aspects of the victim’s character, her (or his) achievements in life, and how what she/he had strived for may feel as though it has become so out of reach. It’s simple, folks. If you can’t say no, you can’t say yes. There is no in-between; there is no grey area. There is yes, and there is no. Stop blaming the victim. Stop validating your need for supremacy. Stop questioning the pain of others, instead, start regarding it.

    4) Feelings of self-doubt, as brought on by Instagram and other forms of Social Media.

    I am guilty of this. Most people are guilty of this. It is so easy to feel self-doubt, and it is so easy to think that your value decreases based on the perceived notion of “perfection” in the others who you see on social media. In the last 10 years, we have “networking” apps explode. The original purpose of these apps was to stay in touch with your friends, to be able to connect with people you haven’t seen in a long time and to keep others updated on what is going on in your own life. However, it feels as though there has been a shift in the dynamic, a change in the way we behave on the Internet. Often, all we see is the picture. We believe that everybody’s lives are perfect and full of happiness based on how they display themselves on social media. Getting the “perfect picture” and pairing it with a “fire” caption that will get you over 300 likes is often a goal of most people. I know I am not innocent. There have been multiple occasions where I have found myself thinking, “if I went to the gym more maybe I would look like her and then I would be as happy as she appears.” I know this is wrong. After a conversation with one of my roommates, I found out that she was feeling the same way. She talked to me about how miserable looking at Instagram makes her. It caused her to question her own happiness by constantly comparing it to other girls’ social media pages. So, she slowly began to stop looking as much. As did I. I’ll leave this point here: everybody has their issues, but we have been conditioned to try and keep our problems to yourself. A picture is just that: a picture. You see what the poster wants you to see, just remember that your self-worth should not be determined by a like or how the world views your Instagram page.

    5) Islamophobia.

    Islam is a religion of peace. Often, people do not believe this when it is brought up in conversation. The first time I heard this was in my 11th grade world religion class. Our teacher told us that Islam was the closest religion to Christianity. She was right. It is not Islam you are afraid of, it is the “otherness.” The sense that you see something different, and that you are uncomfortable within a realm of your own privilege is what sets you off. This rhetoric gained prominence after 9/11. We were scared of them. They were scared of us. Although I am not an expert in Islamic studies, I know many men and women from the Arab world who identify as Muslims, and I can honestly say that they are much nicer than many other people I know. If we remove the concept of the “other,” perhaps we will all be able to see each other as we are: human.

  • Cancer Can Kiss My Axe

    It is estimated that two in five Canadians will be told they have cancer in their lifetime. This is significant to us, and we are doing something about it, and you can help. Relay for Life has been a long-standing tradition here at Acadia University, as this year marks the fourteenth year students and community members will fill the athletic complex in an effort to fight back against cancer.

    Relay for Life is a time for the community to come together and support one another and is also the biggest fundraiser for the Canadian Cancer Society. In the past fourteen years Acadia University has raised over $800,000.00, which has helped the Canadian Cancer Society do four important things; lead cancer research across Canada, influence public policy to improve health the of Canadians, support cancer patients, survivors and caregivers through various programs such as the Lodge That Gives and Camp Goodtime, and engage more Canadians in the fight against cancer. This year we hope to add another $35,000.00 to that total.

    Each of us has been affected by cancer in our own way, which influences why we relay, and we want you to come out on April 1st to share why you relay! This year Relay for Life at Acadia will be a six-hour event, running from six o’clock to midnight. Throughout the evening there will be many activities and snacks to keep you going, such as the always-popular bouncy castle and a dodge ball competition.

    Whether you are cheering on survivors, walking the track, passing the baton to your teammate or joining in exciting trackside activities, Relay For Life is more than just a cancer walk – it’s a journey that will help many in our community and throughout Canada and we hope to see you there! If you haven’t already registered for the event, registration is still open for teams, individuals and survivors, we also encourage all cancer survivors on campus to register and join us for our survivor reception on the evening of Relay. Registration can be completed at relayforlife.ca.

    If you need any more of an incentive to fundraise for a great cause, this year we are excited to announce that for every 200 dollars you raise, you will earn a ballot with your name on it for a chance to win $500.00! So grab your friends, family and neighbours, tell your story, and get out there and do some fundraising!

    If you have any questions about Relay for Life here at Acadia University, the Committee will be happy to answer them and can be contacted at acadia.relayforlife.ca

    We look forward to seeing you all out supporting Relay for Life on April 1s!  Cancer affects us all in some way or another, let’s show our school spirit and fight back.

  • Upcoming Event: A Run to Dye For

    So, why a colour run?  In February, Exercise is Medicine Canada Acadia started an 8 week learn-to-run group that takes people from ‘couch to 5k’.  We felt it was really important to celebrate the accomplishment of completing the program with a 5k event.  Building on some success with a couple of fun walk/runs earlier in the year; we also wanted to end the year with a really fun event that is open and inclusive to absolutely everyone.  We don’t care if you run, walk, crawl, or skip across the finish line, we just want to give everyone an opportunity to get out and have fun.

    Let me just say we can appreciate and understand that not everyone enjoys running.  We are not promoting the message that everyone needs to be a runner to be healthy, because we don’t believe that.  But running events don’t always have to be about being fast and beating your personal best.  Sometimes it can just be about being active and having fun with family and friends.  We want to provide events that are inclusive to everyone regardless of age or physical abilities.  We welcome everyone, including children all the way up to older adults and everyone in between.  We are very proud to say our oldest participant so far this year was 85 years old.  Whether you are celebrating the end of another semester, the end of your last semester, the beginning of spring, or just an excuse to put off studying, a Run to Dye for is a chance to come together and do something memorable and fun while being active.

    So, grab some friends and come join the most colourful run in the Valley.  A Run to Dye for is a 5k event that is open to people of all ages and abilities.  There will be several ‘colour’ stations throughout the route where participants will be cheered on and showered in colour as they go by.  We encourage everyone to dress head to toe in white, and see how colourful they can be as they join the party at the finish line.  As we get closer to the event, there will be more details posted on the Exercise is Medicine Canada – Acadia University Facebook page and the Acadia Get Fit Facebook page.  All registrations are completed online through the website raceroster.com.  There are also registration links through the Facebook event page and the event listing on Valleyevents.ca.  The event is scheduled for Saturday, April 8th.  The start and finish line is planned for the bottom of the University Hall stairs.  Race kit pickups will begin at 1:00pm and the event will start at 2:00pm.  Race kit purchases are available for early registration only, which ends on March 20th.  Regular registration continues until April 7th.

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