No one cared who I was until I put on the mask
The Editor-in-Chief wonders about one of the few silver linings in the current global situation
The Editor-in-Chief wonders about one of the few silver linings in the current global situation
The Editor-in-Chief offers some thoughts on the ongoing US protests in response to the police killing of George Floyd
The paper is in a difficult situation. For those that have been struggling to access Felix like they would have I can only apologise. We have tried to get a website off the ground and ready but there are still teething problems. Unfortunately, ironically if many people do get to
I was lucky (I will leave it to my readers to decide if they agree with the word choice) to be in the Felix Office over looking Beit Quad at 7am on Thursday morning when the Beit fire alarm went off, driving students into the cold in their pajamas dressing
In fact let’s go deeper. What is a newspaper? If it’s a publication propelled by the propagation of news to its readers, then let me tell you; you’re in for a treat because this is the newsiest, newspaper we’ve ever made. I’m obviously referring to
What a week. Since last Friday, shit has hit the fan. Much like an evil mastermind in a superhero movie, Donald Trump has announced to the world his evil plan to fuck over the planet: quitting the Paris Agreement. The only differences are that he’s as thick (but slightly
Change is in the air. Imperial College has taken up recommendations to improve student satisfaction made by the Union, the Higher Education and Research Bill has just been amended, an education demo is taking place in London this weekend, and Donald Trump’s backtracking behaviour has captured the public’s
Yay! The Easter break is over! Yay...”
Another week, another quality paper. The holidays are fast approaching, and let me tell you I cannot wait. For a glorious three weeks I will not have to work like a madman and I can catch up on all the Westworld I’ve missed, and go through my inbox, print
It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside seeing – or rather, being unable to see – the paper around campus on a Monday. It might be that someone is making a life-size papier-mâché replica of Queen’s Tower, or that someone requires A LOT of kindling. But I want to believe
One of my friends recently pointed out I’m going through a quarter-life crisis, that we (our group of friends) all are. And I can see where he’s coming from. We’re all in our mid-twenties and we seem to permanently be at a crossroads. Transcending from adolescence into
Warning: I’m really tired, I have a million things to do including packing a suitcase for a weekend escape (yay me), and this editorial has been a pain in the butt to write. So prepare yourself for some really wishy washy stuff, cause I’m on course to work