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NEWS
Lobbying for tuition freeze
by Ashley Martin
(read)
Turn on to Street Cents
The S.C. crew visits Regina
by Jeanette Stewart
(read)
Rights extended to homosexuals
by Caitlin Davenport
(read)
Props from Maclean’s
by Jeanette Stewart
(read)
Behind the chalk
Li McLeod
by Cassie Hawrysh
(read)
Pious prof’s premise
by Cassie Hawrysh
(read)
FEATURES
Stay out of the hot tub!
Sex tips for the under-educated
by Chelsea Temple-Jones and Haley Sichello
(read)
SPORTS
Cougars gaining respect
by Chris Jaster
(read)
Eyes on Sports
Fan is short for fanatic
by Mike Storey
(read)
Get in touch with Dutch
by Josh Pagé
(read)
Cougars rebuilding confidence
by Greg Urbanoski
(read)
Fit as a Fiddle
The result of fad diets
by Julie Folk
(read)
Schweitzer shines for Cougars
by Sydney Dundas
(read)
ARTS
Jones returns as fantastic as ever
by Ashley Martin
(read)
Trew genius at the Owl
by Darcie Keith
(read)
The Beauty Train stops here
by Ashley Martin
(read)
Emily loves britcoms
Give British telly a chance
by Emily Elias
(read)
The O.C. DVD makes its debut
Rich suburbanites riot (emotionally)
by Kent Farago
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Who is that Canadian guy?
by Michele Dawson
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COMMENTARY
Editorial
This article has 22 words on Carolyn Parrish
by Steven Kiser
(read)
ABM’s are unavoidable
Commentary
by Matt Barton
(read)
Confessions of a Freshman
My best friend
by Amy O’Teri
(read)
A guide to stress-free exams
by Julie Folk
(read)
Freezing tuition is a bad idea
by Matt Barton
(read)
The Good Fight
Accumulation nation
by Justin Ludwig
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My best friend
by Amy O’Teri
the Carillon
In this issue, Amy makes a friend
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My topic this week reminds me of something I had to do in the first grade. We were supposed to do a short writing assignment on our best friend. Coincidentally, the friend that I wrote my assignment on had the same name as my best friend does now.
I will refer to my friend as “No Pants,” a nickname with interesting origins I will not divulge.
My friend No Pants isn’t anything like my grade one best friend, and if I was to do that simple little assignment now it would likely be much different. It would probably go something like this:
No Pants is cute. Sometimes she wears glasses. She likes Indie Rock. She is nice.
There is no way those four sentences encompass everything I have to say about my best friend.
There are certain people you find in life that you just seem to click with. She is definitely one of them. From the moment I saw her, I knew there was something different about her.
Often the people that stand out in your mind when you first meet them seem to be the people that turn out to be your closest friends.
What I have noticed about friendship is that there seems to be many different levels of it. There are the people that you hang out with but don’t really like. There are the people you make small talk with and nothing more. There are party friends, “Frenemies,” guy friends and close friends. Then there are those very special friends that seem to bring out all the best parts of you.
No Pants and I are constantly blown away by all the things we have in common. I never dreamed I’d find someone that liked to make her own clothes, listen to crazy, weird music and understand what it is like to be misunderstood just as much as I do. We have our similarities and differences, yet we seem to complement each other perfectly.
She is the kind of person who will listen patiently when I rant and rave and question my purpose in life. She is the kind of friend who will go on wild adventures at the drop of a hat, who will go out for coffee whenever necessary and listen to all my crazy plans for the future. She makes me feel like I could do anything I want to, and I honestly think she’s one of the few people who truly believes in me.
I would do anything for my best friend and I’m almost positive that she would do anything for me, even if it means hauling me to the Pita Pit at 1:30 in the morning after I end up ditching our plans to get drunk at the bar. Rather than getting really mad, she just laughed and took pictures of me falling into her bathtub and eating all her soggy, cold popcorn.
This is a toast to all the best friends of the world and all the best friends I’ve ever had–from my grade one play buddy to my toxic friend Veronica. But most especially, this is a toast to No Pants. Thanks so much for being there for me, especially at those moments when I question my sanity. Thank you for always understanding me and helping me to be the kind of person I’ve always wanted to be. I love you No Pants. I really do.
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