Sunday, May 27, 2018
Jamie Scriber is a Trent student secretly living in a Lady Eaton College janitorial closet, out of preference. They often joke with their parents about it being fate them to be a writer, given their last name. Their parents...
I have written for this paper for three years, now. I am in my fourth year at Trent, and besides my first year of drunken shenanigans, Arthur newspaper has been a stable, if not equal, part of my life....
The best goodbyes manage to sum up the entirety of a relationship in a highly digestible, tear-inducing method. I hope this final editorial manages to do none of those things. In the past 2 years working with Arthur, I have...
Thinking about getting a pet? Don’t. I have a dog, and it sucks. Ten years ago, I had a decent job, a supportive partner, and a rare detached house and yard in downtown Toronto with some of my best...
Hey again, Arthur readers. I’m back, with another piece about what it means to be trans. Conservatives, that’s your cue to run away and cry whilst holding your framed picture of Corey LeBlanc. You are of course free to...
Provincial elections are coming up this summer, with three heavyweights in the game of politics. Kathleen Wynne and her Liberals are looking to go for a comically sad two decades in power. The Conservatives have, unsurprisingly, unleashed the Ford...
Recently, ultra-conservative, ex-Rebel Media reporter, Faith Goldy came to Trent University to attend the TCSA’s controversial talk, “It’s Okay to Be (Against) White(ness)”. The event has gained national media attention and incited much discussion on campus about race and...
Within the last two weeks, a hooded member of the public was seen prematurely recycling copies of Arthur on campus. We do appreciate that this person demonstrated their distaste for us in a socially conscious fashion, but also fuck...
For those who have not yet heard, a chunk of Trent University’s wetland property has been sold off to City Council to build a hulking mass of an arena and corresponding 500-car parking lot, a decision that has been...
I haven’t asked – but my mind likes to askew my thinking into presuming no one on the bus wants to talk or look at me. And in turn – I don’t talk or look at anyone. What if...