2024-2025

The final bell, a joyful sound, Exam's last page, relief is found. The heavy books are set aside, No more equations to confide. . The frantic cram, the late-night dread, Now banished from our weary head. The summer breeze begins to call, Beyond the classroom's weary wall. . A chapter closed, a season done, Beneath the bright and warming sun. With lighter hearts and spirits free, We greet the days that used to be A distant dream, a hopeful gleam, Now summer's here, a vibrant theme!

Trigger warnings: Dark subjects ahead. Sequel stories to “Midnight Walk” and “Held together by a Thread” On a walk at mid-night time, I explored a forest which I used to know, although it had completely changed. I discovered many abandoned pieces of history which everyone seemed to forget. Finally, while gazing at myself in the river from the top of an old but sturdy concrete bridge, I noticed the sun woke up. It was time to go back home. My husband, still affected by his actions during the fight the night before and while haunted by his thin patience, was…

Today was the day where they would both finally escape. He knew it. For years, they had put up with this abuse. His mother was a monster who enjoyed beating him whenever he made a mistake, while she, the girl, whom he had met here for the first time so many years ago, had put up with her father’s violence when drunk—which was often. He remembered that promise, only when it was too late. Today was the day where, a little bit more than ten years ago, they had looked at each other for the first time. She had been…

« We’ve been gazing the night, Under you I take cover, Holding each other tight, . The air I breathe, Doesn’t suffice my need, I need you incessantly, Can you promise me, . Your body against my own, You uncover me bare, Loving me to my bones, My soul safely flourishing, . The sun rising, It feels like spring, Such passing hours, Have you seen the flowers . Their petals are blooming, I find myself wishing, That they would stay, Forever and again, . For I cannot help wonder when, You will take your lovely, In the gardens, Where we…

(This text contains spoilers for the movie Fairytopia 2: Mermaidia) As a queer person, I often look back to my childhood and wonder if there was any clue that I would end up this way, before I even knew what a gay person was. Was there any indication in the way I acted, the music I liked, the games I played or the movies I watched? I will never know for sure until the time machine is invented, but I believe that my favorite movie at the time being Barbie Fairytopia 2: Mermaidia is no coincidence. Upon rewatching, I realised…

On April 4th and 5th, at 7pm, nine CEGEP St-Lawrence students will be performing Fewer Emergencies: A Martin Crimp trilogy. The evening will be composed of three plays put together in one seamless performance: Whole Blue Sky, Face to the Wall, and Fewer Emergencies. A postmodernist horror-comedy, this series of plays is performed as a Greek chorus with everyone on stage at all times. Each play explores pertinent themes such as marriage, motherhood, gruesome tragedies, war, and violence. All three plays are preceded by the prologue titled Advice to Iraqi Women which discusses the dangers the world poses to a…

Who is Sleep Token? Sleep Token on paper is a metal band, but if you listen to even a single one of their songs, you realize that “metal” doesn’t really cover it. The band is its very own genre, pulling from rock, metal, techno, classical and even rap from time to time!  The band started off in 2016 and self-published their first EP simply titled One. The small album contains three songs, with “Thread the Needle” releasing prior to the rest of the EP. They signed with Basick Record for their second EP, Two, also containing three songs in 2017.…

1933, a library burnt. A library about me. All the knowledge about me, Gone into fumes. I turn into ashes in the mind of the world, A pest to eliminate, The idea of an idiot, A f*ggot who has lost his mind, The kind we send in the slaughterhouses, A pink triangle. And just like that, The world can forget about us. 1933, my history destroyed in slaughterhouses; The world forgets. 1945, the world promises not to forget. The slaughterhouses are closed for good, Finally f*aggots and I can breathe freely, Without fear of existing. The world promises this is…

I hope you and the family are doing well—Mom, Dad, Adrien, Yvan, Michel, my uncles, my aunties, my grandparents, and all my other relatives. Today, I’m writing this letter to you, my friend. In this letter, I’ll lay out my struggles and the goals I want to achieve before 2031 (for my twenty-fifth birthday—hahaha, you already know). I’ll read this letter again in 2027 to track my progress. Trêve de mondanités—let’s get straight to it. As of April 2nd, I’m in my fourth semester at St-Lawrence in the social science program, with just one semester left before university. However, I…

For the French Improv Team, the stage is their playground, and the rules are… well, there aren't many. FIT, an improv team navigating the exhilarating and unpredictable world of collegiate improvisation. Their performances, a blend of short, prepared narratives and spontaneous responses to other teams' creations, thrive on audience interaction. The power to crown the winning team lies in the hands of the spectators, making each show a unique and engaging experience. Fresh off a recent tournament that, while ending in a loss, was deemed a resounding success in terms of fun and collaboration, FIT is looking ahead with anticipation.…