The Window - October 2011

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A month of school has already whizzed pastand we have hopefully embraced our busyschedules, amazing new friends and kooky

professors. Now we collectively indulge inthe spectacle that is Octoberthe monththat kicked off with Nuit Blanche, seguedinto Oktoberfest, and is about to go out witha banging Halloween (grab those outra-the weekend yall!). Oh October: the monthof inebriation, hookups and whaaaaaat-happened-bro?! nightsbefore the nerdydemands of being a UofT student kick in and

compel us (well, most of us) to settle downcome crunch time (November, for those ofyou new to the workings of UofT).That said, I am sure all of us have had at leastone OHMYGOD-I-swear-off-partying-for-ever night, a vow usually undertaken at the

behest of a gargantuan hangoveryes, theone of Olympian proportions that not evenZeus would laugh at. Of course, this vow is

broken come the next frat party/club nightout/beer pong night-in (which you only con-sent to indulge in because the sportsmanship

behind it is brilliantno really). Jokes aside,guys and girls, are plenty and rather seri-ousdo not yes, mum me just yet; keepreading.

When one is out, looking fab and work-ing it like a boss, there is the potentiality of

getting carried away by the attention the hot-tie is pouring all over you, and not noticingwhat he/she is pouring into your glassyes

boys, some girls do go to extreme lengths toget you. The ugly truth is that there are manyvultures (some of them are gorgeousthink

Ryan Phillipe) out there with hidden inten-from a hmm I dont know because theycan. A raunchy tumble is fun when you canremember itnot so fun when you wake upnext to Mr./Ms. IThoughtWasGorgeous anda severe note, drunken rapes do happen.

Since we have addressed sex, the nextglaring issue would be drugs (duh). As al-luded to previously, date rape drugs can beconveniently slipped into the drinks of vic-tims. It would be simple if the only stand-

ing notion was that drug consumption isusually forced, but the reality is that thereis a prevalent drug culture amongst youngadults as a demographic. This might not spe-after all, who is to tell who is from where at

a crazy party? Point is people love gettinghighdrugs dim the senses to enhance plea-sure which leads to a string of shenanigansthat may prove to be regrettable the morn-ing after. The rule of thumb when it comes todrugs: turn tail and run.

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Moving on to rock and roll alcohol poison-ing (yes, we are being rather macabre here).We are young, we are strong, we have the al-

cohol tolerance of a linebacker, we will ownthat shot drinking competitionno. Just, no.Flashback to 2008, when one 19-year-oldJason Venezia from the University of War-wick in the UK chugged 0.5 litres of vodkain 20 minutes for a bet which culminatedtragicallyin his death. Yes, emphasis on

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staffsamplesHere goes nothing:Strip me down and just leave me broken,Ignore the words that I have spoken,Turn my identity into a disguise,All of my truths into lies.

Finally knowing I have nowhere left to go,And shed not a tear, as you move on

-Gerrit van de Riet

The young womans eyes split open as if

hammering her lungs in terror. Slowly, blood sobs heaving her breasts, her shoulders, her -

peat, This is my gift. With it, I must do well.This is my gift. With it, I must do well. Thisis my gift

She lost her grasp on her willpower andupon, blankets soaked red, the book she trea-sured not a few hours before. She felt theher and she landed with a dull splat in her

This is my gift. With it, I must do well.

This is my gift. With it, I must do well. Thisis my gift. With it, I must do well her wounds. She howled in agony. Her end-

blood.

I must do well. This is my gift. Withit, I must do well. This is my gift. With it

began to seep from her mouth, to pour from room. She ripped the short weapon from

tear-stained vision, saw the glimmer of thesteel blade in the moonlight.

This is my gift. With it, I must do well.She turned the point inward but just as she

went to stab herself, she hurled the sword -tion was even more monstrous than what shewas going through.

bit down so hard her teeth began to shatter.Her tongue swelled with blood. Soon, she -frain.

This is my gift. With it, I must do well.She felt her spine began to snap apart,

tortured shriek, she felt her heart ruptureand break apart. She felt, understood noth-gurgled through the blood, With it, I mustdo well

Then there was nothing.

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