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If you’re not almost missing every bus and train, you’re not getting the full travel experience.

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An American Abroad

Sometimes you just need a home-cooked meal.

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Well over a year ago the local paper at home published an article claiming that Vikings preferred ginger cats. I think about that article every day.

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Baby Hipster is going to have to ask you to…

-Check your privilege.

-DOUBLE CHECK if that avocado is organic.

-Hand over that quinoa salad.

-Pump up the volume on Lemonade.

- Save your binaries for coding.

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I could write a book.

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Fig Vicious Feminist Pig Enthusiast

Earned her “vicious” reputation from putting a man-child on blast at a party for making sexist jokes.

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Windy walking

Experimenting with watercolours.

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The Halifox's Campus Catalogue

Nova Scotia College of Art and Design 

An inexperienced Haligonian may think that they've hit the heart of hipster Haliwood after spending a little time on the UKings campus.  A more seasoned veteran, however, will tell you that the city's trendoid underbelly resides at the Nova Scotia College of Arts and Design (NSCAD).

NSCAD attracts the country's finest bright-eyed idealists, and trains them in them in both the fine and functional arts.

Whether you need a website redesigned or a shirt made of paper-clips, these kids have you covered.

Today's post is a case study of a typical NSCAD student over the course of a 4 year degree.

First Year: 

A first year NSCAD student is nothing if not full of promise.  Talented, open-minded socialists flock from all over to hone their skills at this amazing institution.  The first year is often very passionate- not just about art, but about LIFE and ACTIVISM and ORGANIC foods and locally brewed COFFEE. 

Likes: Fresh art supplies and NSCAD TOTE BAGS!!!!!!!! 

Dislikes: The MAN, our inevitable distopian future 

Loves to Hate: Dal and Kings

Second Year:

By second year the NSCAD student has come to the realization that, contrary to popular belief, art college is actually a LOT of work.  The once cherished tote-bag (now a symbol of the bittersweet naiveté of freshman year) has been cast aside for a wheelbarrow with which nearly 6 tons of sketchpads and materials are lugged to and from campus every day. Regret and panic usually begin to manifest themselves in the heart of the second year once s/he pulls the 12th all-nighter of first semester.

Likes: Coffee, caffeine, caffeinated things, coffee

Dislikes: That stupid NSCAD tote.

Loves to Hate: First years (those NOOBS)

Third Year:

Third year NSCAD students are so very very sad. By now, 75% of freshmen have dropped out and the third year's compadres have been reduced to only the heartiest, most loyal spirits.  Fits of hysteria, misery, and anger can seize the work-worn third year with little provocation or warning. Like an ox, the third year trudges forward, tear stained assignments in hand.  It's just a lot of pressure u guyz.

Likes: Snow days, Kleenex (the soft kind with the moisturizer) 

Dislikes: Art

Loves to Hate: His/Herself, The faculty, Any day that is not a snow day

Fourth Year:

The fourth year has evolved to develop an insular numbness through which little but coffee can penetrate. This is an off-putting, but necessary sanity-preserving measure. Sounds and shapes grow fuzzier to the fourth year as s/he floats towards a voice that calls through the anesthetizing haze, "not long now, my child."

Likes: NA

Dislikes: NA

Loves to Hate: NA