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Deji2Clean:  Deji2Clean is a 22 year old Nigerian/Canadian rapper out of Ottawa Ontario. Deji’s style is truly unique. With production that mixes hip hop with hard rock guitar samples Deji does the same. When rapping atop the beat Deji’s vocal performances bring an intensity that is only matched by rock & roll standouts like Marilyn […]

Deji2Clean: 

Deji2Clean is a 22 year old Nigerian/Canadian rapper out of Ottawa Ontario. Deji’s style is truly unique. With production that mixes hip hop with hard rock guitar samples Deji does the same. When rapping atop the beat Deji’s vocal performances bring an intensity that is only matched by rock & roll standouts like Marilyn Manson, Kurt Cobain & Fred Durst. Deji’s rap style is reminiscent of artists like Pop Smoke & Sheff G with all of them having deep voices that are very recognizable. Deji is also incredibly versatile whether it’s his signature rock/rap sound, afrobeats, r&b or just straight up rap music he can do it all and do it effectively.

Check out his most recent music video

Letters From Home

Do you hear the noises, too?
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A hand holding a lit candle.

By Alex Cuvelier

To say that my accommodations were modest would be a generosity beyond compare. The water stains on the crumbling plaster walls replaced elegantly brush-stroked canvases, serving as the artwork adorning my new abode. The maddening drip of rainwater from the ceiling and the blustering of wind through the cracked and rotting windows had replaced the familiar din of the bustling city. It’s not as though I was accustomed to living in the very lap of luxury, but my position did afford me a life of relative comfort. How strange that it would be this same position that resigned me to living in this hovel. This backwater hamlet, whose name would be of little consequence to anyone other than myself or a passing traveller, was where I would spend the next few months surveying plots for my company’s records.

At first, it was my displeasure to be here, to be away from my ambitions and responsibilities back home, that I attributed my uneasiness to. It was the long days of unrewarding work and unpleasant surroundings that I blamed for the sleepless nights. Then, one night, as I sat at the small table in the front room of my dismal abode, penning letters back home by candlelight, my head was turned upward by the sounds of skittering in the attic. I shuddered to think what manner of filthy provincial vermin I might be sharing this space with. This continued throughout the coming nights, leaving me bleary-eyed and weary each morning. Gradually, though, as the loneliness set in, I began to think of it as something of a pet. Though its nature was unknown and unseen, whatever was in the attic was my only company through the long nights.

In truth, I had all but begged to not be chosen for the task. I was the sole caregiver to my ailing mother—a responsibility that required much of my time and attention, and one that my soon-to-be wife was not fond of. Even less so now as the task passed to her in my stead. Nevertheless, my protests fell on deaf ears. I was assured that this task was of the greatest importance for my future success at the company. I was told by my supervisor, a man for whom I had little respect and even less admiration, that I was “rather fortunate,” as I would be sent by locomotive and would arrive at my destination in just a few days. I was told that I should “relish the opportunity,” and that this was a journey that would have taken my predecessor weeks by carriage. It was made clear that I was in no position to refuse.

After a particularly long day of dealing with the unhelpful locals, I returned to my small apartment to find a letter from my fiancée saying that my mother had mysteriously passed, taken by a sudden onset of illness. I wept long into the night. My desire to return home grew to an unbearable weight. As I sat drafting tear-stained letters, both to my fiancée thanking her for being with my mother in her last moments when I could not, and to my employer requesting to return home in light of her death, I heard the nightly skittering grow louder. Loud as the footfalls of a child running overhead. Exhausted, I passed it off as an overtired mind and a broken heart. I sealed the letters shut for tomorrow’s delivery and laid down for another restless night.

After a few more days of dreary work and wakeful nights, I received another letter, this one from my employer. I opened it eagerly. I had been awaiting their response allowing me to return home and attend to the matters of my mother’s funeral arrangements. To my dismay, I had been refused under the condition stated by my superior, that my mother, “would be no less deceased upon your scheduled return in one month’s time.” I crumpled the letter furiously, casting it into the sputtering fireplace. How could he be so callous to a simple request? My anger was quickly tempered when I heard the constant footfalls above me cease. For a moment, I paused. I had grown so accustomed to them that their absence was unsettling. My ears strained against the rain outside as I thought I heard a whisper.

It was as though whatever, or whoever, had been running through the attic above me had found something to consider. As though there was much hushed discussion. I sat fearfully in silence and listened. When I finally decided that the stress had simply gotten the better of me and stood to go to bed, the voices stopped. Had it all been in my head? Or had my rustling paused their contemplation? As I drifted off to sleep, on the very edge of dreaming, I could just barely hear the whispering resume.

This pattern continued for a time. For how long I cannot remember, as the days bled into one another, and I was happy enough for it. I had resigned to finish out my stay here, for as heartless as my employer may be, I still had a house and a wedding to pay for back home. I would allow whatever was conspiring in the attic to go about its business as long as it allowed me to do the same. This new agreement seemed to work for us. I went about my daily tasks as dispassionately and disconnected as an automaton, then returned home in the evening and listened to the whispers in the attic. With each passing night, I could hear the secrets with more fidelity and clarity. With every hour I lay sleepless in my bed, staring at the ceiling, I deciphered another line of this inscrutable code. Then, the third letter arrived.

This one again from my betrothed. Inside was a short, impersonal letter informing me that my belongings would be removed from our home and sent to my mother’s estate for collection at my earliest convenience. Included was the small diamond band for which I had saved my modest wages for months. As it turned out, my supervisor was tending to more than just my professional affairs. To my surprise, I laughed. Not the hearty laugh heard in joyous company, but the thin and strained laugh found only at the end of things. As I read the lines again and again, my laughter mixed with welling tears. What else could I do? Nothing mattered anymore. I had no reason to stay any longer. I would simply pack my things and leave at first light. As I lifted my eyes from the page, a chill colder than my resolve ran through me. I was certain I saw the shadow of a figure in the bedroom doorway. Just as soon as it appeared, it was gone. But the fear and dreadful curiosity remained and propelled me to investigate.

With candle in hand, I crept down the hallway toward the bedroom. Only a misshapen straw mattress, a small side table, and my travelling trunk furnished the chamber. Gazing around the room by candlelight and moonlit window, I followed the water-stained walls like a river up towards the ceiling. There sat the hatch into the attic. What could lie beyond those worn wooden boards? How my mind raced to fill in every dark and dismal terror that might await me in the confines above. With a trembling hand, I pushed open the hatch, inching ever so slowly. Assured that with every movement, some spectral fiend or maddened delinquent would reach out and seal my ill-fated end. Still, I pressed on. I had to know what terror was lurking above me all this time. The candle flame flickered as I crested the barrier. There in the empty, cobwebbed attic, the wind whistled through a rotten window, gently rapping the shutter against the night.

Author Bio:

Alex Cuvelier is a writer from Nova Scotia currently enrolled in the Professional Writing program at Algonquin College. He fell in love with poetry in school and published his first poem in Jump Over the Moon at the age of 11. “Letters From Home” is his first piece published in the many years since then, but his love of writing and storytelling has never changed.  

“Letters From Home” will be featured in By the Fire: Tales from the Ashes, the upcoming fiction anthology to be published by Algonquin College Professional Writing students in spring 2024. Follow Spine Online on Facebook at facebook.com/ACprofessionalwritingprogram or Twitter/X @ourspineonline for updates on anthology launch dates and ordering information!

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Students voice concerns over carbon tax impact

The campus environment society is questioning the timing of a recently announced carbon tax exemption. The federal carbon tax debate resurfaced when Prime Minister Justin Trudeau recently granted a carbon tax exemption on home heating oil for three years. Stephanie Taylor, the group lead for the Algonquin College Environment Society (ACES), does not trust the […]
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The campus environment society is questioning the timing of a recently announced carbon tax exemption.

The federal carbon tax debate resurfaced when Prime Minister Justin Trudeau recently granted a carbon tax exemption on home heating oil for three years.

Stephanie Taylor, the group lead for the Algonquin College Environment Society (ACES), does not trust the initiatives of the government. She believes taxing carbon will hurt the average people who are not the biggest polluters.

“Now everything is so expensive. A lot of people should not have to choose between heating their home to stay warm and paying extra taxes,” said Taylor.

According to Environment and Climate Change Canada, the carbon tax is an incentive to reduce greenhouse gas emissions. It encourages the use of more environment-friendly energy.

According to government environmental indicators, buildings (service industry and residential sectors) have a share of 12 per cent in all greenhouse gas emissions.

The recently announced carbon tax exemption was frowned upon by several entities. Environmentalists called it a step backward especially since the country will not meet its emissions target for 2030. The government’s opposition called the carve-out divisive since it targeted specifically Atlantic Canada.

At Algonquin College, some students are in favour of the exemption and others think the government should concentrate on bigger polluters, not households.

“Most of the impact on the environment comes from the industry so going after households is a waste of time,” said Adewale Adedayo, a first-level energy management student.

According to a 2019 forecast by the Ontario government, the federal carbon tax was predicted to create a $380,052 pressure on Algonquin College.

Graph: The graph published in 2019 by Service Ontario on the estimated increased heating costs to Ontario colleges

The college was unable to provide current information about the actual impact of the carbon tax on its budget.

ACES was created to educate students on climate-friendly actions.

“We are not that big a club. We have five members so far and are mainly focused on educating students on sustainability on campus,” said Taylor.

ACES doesn’t collaborate with the college on climate-protection initiatives, but it advocates for sustainable practices on campus.

“I hope that Algonquin College takes action and brainstorms ways to solve this problem so that we can all benefit from less pollution,” says Karine Joseph, a member of ACES.

Nepean Sportsplex hosts successful GamerCon, uniting gaming community

GamerCon brought gamers together at the Nepean Sportsplex on Dec. 2, featuring everything from video games, board games and trading cards to role-playing games, miniatures and unique game-related art and products. The event welcomed the general public for an admission fee of $5.00, with kids 12 and under enjoying free entry. With over 95 tables, […]
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Charlie Packer, an attendee wearing her custom-made Dungeons & Dragons character costume at the GamerCon.

GamerCon brought gamers together at the Nepean Sportsplex on Dec. 2, featuring everything from video games, board games and trading cards to role-playing games, miniatures and unique game-related art and products.

The event welcomed the general public for an admission fee of $5.00, with kids 12 and under enjoying free entry. With over 95 tables, a consignment area and the added thrill of a Mario Kart Tournament, attendees had multiple options to explore and enjoy.

“This is GamerCon; it has the purpose of bringing gamers together. It’s all about uniting the gaming community under one roof to connect with fellow gamers,” said Shannon O’Neill, the organizer of the event.

O’Neill also expressed satisfaction with the turnout and hinted at the prospect of making GamerCon an annual tradition.

“I think we’ve had a great turnout so far,” said O’Neill. “It’s been fantastic, so definitely there will be another one next year; we just have to decide on a date.”

Jonathan Savard, a vendor from Pop Armour, brought his unique offerings to the event.

“We do geeked-out events throughout the year, and we’re regulars here at this kind of event with our Funko Pop protectors,” said Savard. “We’ve expanded from that to get a little bit more genre so people get to experience everything from trading cards, Funko Pops and action figures.”

Savard also praised the event, anticipating its enduring success.

“There’s a great crowd here, and it’s also a fun event. The community loves it, and I’m sure it’s going to be a great success, and it’s going to be here for years to come,” said Savard.

GamerCon, with its diverse offerings and vibrant community spirit, proved to be a resounding success, leaving attendees eager for the prospect of future editions.

“It’s pretty good to be here. I’m very social, very outgoing, I go to events like these because I love getting to interact with people,” said Charlie Packer, an attendee at the event. “The environment here is a lot of fun, and you also get to meet people with similar interests, so, I would love to be back here every year.”

‘Entertainment royalty’ shares super slimy history with scriptwriting students

Combining quirky set design, colourful anarchy and gallons of raining green goop for nearly every episode of the ’80s show, You Can’t Do That on Television has been certified as a cult classic. When CJOH Ottawa debuted the show nearly 45 years ago, it wasn’t a sure-fire success. But two years later in the hands […]
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Abby Hagyard chats with scriptwriting students.

Combining quirky set design, colourful anarchy and gallons of raining green goop for nearly every episode of the ’80s show, You Can’t Do That on Television has been certified as a cult classic.

When CJOH Ottawa debuted the show nearly 45 years ago, it wasn’t a sure-fire success. But two years later in the hands of Nickelodeon, it would grow to become an international sensation.

During a youth programming presentation by scriptwriting student Anna-Lisa Karhinen, her professor, Rick Kaulbars, seized the opportunity to reconnect with Abby Hagyard, who played the mom from the show.

Having previously worked together on the renowned comic For Better or For Worse, Kaulbars, feeling nostalgic, invited Hagyard to speak to his class. To their delight, she agreed to the visit.

On Nov 16., the class gathered for a speech about the highs and lows of show business from entertainment royalty herself. Kaulbars introduced Hagyard affectionately as “one of the cherished bad pennies you’ll see when you’re working in the business.”

Roger Price cast Hagyard in 1982 alongside one other adult, Les Lye, to portray the hapless parents ruling the children’s lives on the show.

The primetime show defied television norms with slime blasts, pie slaps, viewer calls, skits and more, before producers cut their hour on the air in half.

The sole rule of the show: no overarching plot, just unrestrained chaos.

Since its introduction in Ottawa, “being slimed” became synonymous with Nickelodeon. Embracing the slime for nearly four decades, they feature it in their annual Kids’ Choice Awards. The beautiful relationship even merited a slime geyser at their Universal Studios location in Florida.

Officially launched in 1979, Nickelodeon had been producing shows that parents wanted, but they weren’t appealing to kids. Initially, they were a tiny cable network with two shows.

Their transition to a pay-per-view channel marked a turning point, and You Can’t Do That On Television is closely tied to their early success. It went on to be syndicated in 53 countries and it was the channel’s highest rated show at the time.

They were then sub-licensed to the U.S. Armed Forces, meaning every United States military base was subject to rambunctious fun twice a day for seven days a week. It aired on one of the two channels and, Hagyard explained, when the kids came home from overseas, they were “addicted to us.”

Hagyard is no stranger to the military life having lived a portable childhood. It started with her Air Force family routinely packing up and leaving to faraway places. She remembered coming home to moving boxes and suddenly her school play would need a replacement. Often moving meant a new school, culture or even different languages. Occasionally it meant people drove on the wrong side of the road.

“The interesting thing about being a military kid is it’s remarkably similar to show business, because you never have the faintest idea how long your series will last,” Hagyard said.

Embracing a nomadic lifestyle, she started out acting and modelling on Miami Beach. But, like any respected actor, her career had less glamorous moments of uncertainty.

Despite being a local celebrity, having dined with Pierre Trudeau, her only option for work at the time was a delivering balloons for eight bucks a gig. Renowned yet humble, she’ll never forget waiting in a closet at Tunney’s Pasture to surprise a man with balloons on his birthday, clad in clown-wear.

And then, fellow actor Christine McGlade mentioned a golden opportunity when she least expected it. Initially the idea of acting with kids instead of for them filled her with a sense of reluctance. But that was before hearing the salary.

“Suffer the children. Where do I sign?”

Hagyard traipsed into uncharted territory with her own costume and, shocker, she fit right in. The one part that made it easier was the show using all of the kid’s real names so it felt authentic.

“It was improv in the way they were invited to respond spontaneously. So, knowing that was the premise, we invited anybody that was interested all through Ottawa to submit a script,” she explained.

Featuring a new topic with each episode, the show served as a criticism of society and its impact on the lives of adolescence. Addressing a kid’s mundane existential issues, the notorious slime was a symbol for life spilling down on them.

Between taping after school and on weekends, Hagyard voice acted for various cartoons like The Adventures of Teddy Ruxpin, Dennis the Menace and The Care Bears.

Ottawa’s own Alanis Morrisette was even a part of the cast in 1986, appearing on five episodes when she was in junior high school.

Due to licensing issues, less than half of the 144 total episodes are available in broadcast quality and there may never be a full release of the series, leaving fans to speculate about a reboot.

Hagyard’s latest project is Pivotry in Motion, a personal excellence mentorship program. At the end of the talk, she handed out posters and forms so students could volunteer to work with her in the future.

One scriptwriting student, Logan Indewey, felt it was the opportunity of a lifetime. “I was starstruck,” he said. “I didn’t know how decorated she was.”

Coffee break connects students over games and snacks as exams approach

As the fall semester drew to a close and exams quickly approached, an event on Nov. 30 enabled students to meet new people and take a break. The international coffee break saw international students and domestic students to get together over a warm coffee and snacks with some of the members of the International Education […]
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Students gather at a table during the coffee break event to play games while enjoying snacks and coffee.

As the fall semester drew to a close and exams quickly approached, an event on Nov. 30 enabled students to meet new people and take a break.

The international coffee break saw international students and domestic students to get together over a warm coffee and snacks with some of the members of the International Education Centre.

“The coffee break event is something we do biweekly on Thursdays and we invite international students and domestic students to come and enjoy some free coffee, get some popcorn and it’s just an opportunity for them to just put down their studies for an hour, chat with some like-minded people, connect with some maybe new friends,” said Leah Grimes, intercultural programming support officer with the International Education Centre.

“It’s a coffee break! You meet new people around you, get to know others and meet your friends who you usually cannot find time for in day-to-day life, we have popcorn and coffee and we play games like UNO, Jenga and more,” said Sahil Sharma, a second-level student in project management.

It’s always enjoyable to socialize while sipping a nice cup of coffee, and taking a break is usually beneficial—especially when free snacks and coffee are included.

“These events are weekly, it’s a chance to meet others from around the world and it’s important for students to meet others and to learn other cultures and we can also have a good time, help relieve stress at the same time. It also helps us find answers about our concerns and questions related with our program or the college,” said Yerda Kimiksiz, a postgraduate student in the project management program.

Holiday Crossword

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Winter months bring holiday warmth 

As we approach the winter semester, I extend warm wishes to each of you during this well-deserved break. The upcoming holiday season provides an opportunity to step back from the demands of college life, connect with friends and family and indulge in some rejuvenating downtime. I encourage each of you to savour this time, reflect […]

As we approach the winter semester, I extend warm wishes to each of you during this well-deserved break. The upcoming holiday season provides an opportunity to step back from the demands of college life, connect with friends and family and indulge in some rejuvenating downtime. I encourage each of you to savour this time, reflect on your accomplishments over the past months, and recharge for the challenges and opportunities that Winter 2024 will bring.  

To those of you who completed your studies in Fall 2023, I would like to offer my heartfelt congratulations. The entire Algonquin College community is proud of your success and we all look forward to seeing what you do next. 

Looking ahead, the College remains committed to delivering an exceptional learner-centred experience. Our commitment to personalized education is aimed at meeting the unique needs of every learner and I am grateful to have you on this journey with us. 

A key part of being a learner-drive institution is recognizing the challenges our student community face and taking steps to assist wherever we can. I want to draw your attention to the various avenues of financial aid available. A number of bursaries are available for the Winter 2024 semester, with applications open from Dec. 19 to Jan. 23. The College also offers a wide range of scholarships, the Algonquin Students’ Association Food Cupboard, part-time employment options for learners and more.  

Additionally, Campus Services is hosting a holiday book buyback that will last until Jan. 19, an initiative that will give learners the chance to sell select used textbooks for up to 50 per cent of the current price. These books will then be available at significant discount through Connections, giving learners a more affordable option to support their studies.  

As we look forward to times of rest and good cheer, let us also be mindful of the need for togetherness and understanding, especially in challenging times globally. It is these periods of unrest and conflict that make it all the more important for us to support one another, offer a kind word and share in the joys of the season together.  

These times also highlight the incredible compassion and generosity of Algonquin College learners who go to great lengths to support those around them. I was deeply moved when I attended the Community and Justice Services program’s 24 Hours of Homelessness fundraising event a few weeks ago, where learners took to the streets to raise funds and awareness for the city’s homeless population. This important event saw learners sacrifice time, energy and comfort to help those who needed it most.  Your commitment to supporting those in need is truly inspiring. 

This is also a time to recognize that this festive season does not necessarily bring joy to everyone, and that melancholy and anxiety are common during the holiday season. We should all take the time to ensure everyone in our community feels a sense of belonging, compassion and companionship in the coming weeks. To anyone struggling, please remember that the College has resources available to you, including counselling services, spiritual support, academic distress counsel and peer support options.  

I hope that every member of the Algonquin College community finds moments of relaxation, joy and peace over the holiday season. Take this time to set stress aside and focus on what matters the most to you. Despite the winter chill, may you find warmth in the company of friends and family. I wish you and your loved ones the happiest possible holiday season, and I look forward to seeing you all in the new year! 

Mid-Week Memes

Take a break from the stress of the week and enjoy these silly memes!

Take a break from the stress of the week and enjoy these silly memes!

First Person: Change can be hard, but it’s necessary for a well-lived life

“Next in line please.” Fully encapsulated in a medical protection suit, the immigration officer still managed to welcome me with a genuine smile, visible through her eyes. “Eyes don’t lie,” I remembered my grandma telling me. I wished she was there with me, telling me I was doing great, just like she always did. It […]
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Studying in Canada has lead me to unexpected places and instilled in me the value of embracing changes.

“Next in line please.”

Fully encapsulated in a medical protection suit, the immigration officer still managed to welcome me with a genuine smile, visible through her eyes.

“Eyes don’t lie,” I remembered my grandma telling me.

I wished she was there with me, telling me I was doing great, just like she always did.

It was a Thursday, Aug. 12, 2021, and just like any other Thursday during the pandemic, people at the Halifax airport where I’d just landed all seemed terrified.

It was also the Thursday where I boarded a one-way flight for the first time.

Apart from the exhaustion caused by over a 30-hour flight between Shanghai and Halifax, my heart was filled with excitement.

Growing up in China, I always hated our education system. It was tedious, strict and “sucks your soul out of your body,” as my friends put it. I’ve finally had enough of it coming out of high school, and I told my parents I wanted to study abroad.

“Go study computer science then,” they told me. “It’s the future.”

Despite never being interested in mathematics, 18-year-old-me would do anything just to escape the country’s education system.

So, 18-year-old me, boarded the flight to Halifax to study computer science at Dalhousie University, with little regret.

Little did I know that this journey would lead me to unexpected places and instill in me the value of embracing changes.

I wasn’t lying about not liking math. Although I can speak four languages fluently, programming languages and algorithms were definitely not something I was able to grasp.

“Sometimes I wish all the stereotypes were real and I could be master in math,” I thought to myself.

For countless nights I wanted to just pack my stuff and head back home. Then I would feel guilty wasting the tuition money, and I was too afraid to just tell everyone I know that I just decided to drop out.

Finally, two months in Halifax, one night, I called my grandma and told her I was struggling with school.

“You were brave enough to leave the country, why stick to something you don’t like?” she said. “Even if you managed to graduate, do you really want to do a job that you hate for the rest of your life?”

“Take a deep breath, you’re doing great.”

Looking back from now, those words changed the course of my life.

I’d always been interested in journalism when I was a kid, going to different places to report on breaking news seems like such great adventures to me.

One night at waterfront in Halifax, I decided that journalism was the right choice for me. So on Aug. 14th, 2022, I boarded a one-way flight, for the second time, to the country’s capital.

I’m not alone in having made a big life-changing program switch. While I was working on this story, an old friend I made when I first came to Canada came to my head.

Ruslan Barshpol, dropped out of his linguistics program back in Ukraine and came to Canada to pursue his studies in forestry.

“You don’t decide to make changes in your life because it is the easy thing to do,” he told me over the phone. “You do it because it is the necessary thing, life is too short and no one deserves to be stuck with something they hate for their entire life.”

For me, transition into new program wasn’t easy. Yet with each journalistic assignment, I felt a renewed sense of fulfillment. The initial “life decision” I made moving to Halifax was merely a stepping stone, a detour that eventually led me to explore my true passions.

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