Dear Life:
If my girlfriend writes “your” when she means “you’re” one more time, I’m going to become the first person to break up with someone on the pretext of bad grammar.
Sincerely,
Your Grammar is Atrocious and It’s Killing Our Relationship
Dear Life:
I am so sick of hearing “Why would you come to university with a boyfriend?” He’s a great guy! Sincerely, I Love My Boyfriend
Dear Life:
If one more Terrace worker asks me if the drink I’m buying is for chase, I’ll flip. It’s Monday afternoon, can you see it in my face? Do I look like a party animal?
Sincerely,
So What if This is For Alcohol, Stop Pointing It Out
Dear Life:
Has Laurier missed the concept of fast food? When I go to the Terrace, I’m not going for the service(or lack there of), ample space(crammed shoulder to shoulder in line) or the wonderful new carpet. I’m going because I need food quick. Waiting for 30 minutes at any of the Terrace locations is not quick, it would be quicker walking to UW and back for food.
Sincerely,
Hungry and Out of Time
Dear Life:
While reading the caption underneath the picture of Tyne Cot cemetery in last week’s issue of The Cord I had to laugh at the fact that the cemetery, while it is indeed near Passchendaele, it is not in France, it’s in Belgium. Since when is it ok for a newspaper to get things so blatantly wrong? I’m sure the relatives of the 11,954 people buried there appreciate it.
Sincerely,
Disgruntled Historian
