Storied Selves, Storied Others

In the simplest terms, gender is a social construct. That is an irrefutable fact that only gains credence as time progresses. But what are the origins of gender; more specifically, why is gender mainly viewed as a binary and its respective roles? It helps to define what gender binary is Read more…

The November wind rustles leaves along the front steps of the school as students trudge along towards the front doors. This morning, just like all the other mornings in Regina, was cold and sent sharp tendrils of frostbite to nip at any exposed skin. All the female students here must have been reluctant to listen Read more…

I look out the library window and watch the barren trees waver in the wind as the melting snow drains into the street in front of the school. Early March is when the snow starts to melt but the sun still doesn’t have the courage to shine past 5 P.M. The warm air in the library smells like fresh paper and Read more…

I sat in the room adjacent to the principal’s office that contained a round plastic table made to look as though it was wood and a few uncomfortable rolling chairs surrounding the table. The floor was carpeted, but it must have been years before my time that it was put down as Read more…

The bell rings as my head falls into Ms. Waycott’s arms. My head feels heavy and my ears burn. My cheeks are warm with salty tears and flushed with embarrassment. It isn’t long before the twenty-eight or so students file into the classroom, yet my head is still nestled in Read more…