September 21, 1999 NEWS Over The Edge Page 13

THE JOB SCENE: UNBC STUDENT
EMPLOYMENT CENTRE BACK IN ACTION

by David Peterson

So who am |, and what exactly is the
Student Employment Centre? — First,
some of you may know me from the
Hire-A-Student Office downtown,
either from the summer of 1998 or
1999. Also, | may have visited your
high school and presented topics like
“how to get a job”. Yes, | am back, but
in. a_ slightly different capacity.
Throughout the school year | will be
assisting in various student employ-
ment functions around campus.

This column is a new idea and will be
featured in every issue of “Over the

Edge”. Topics covered will be any
employment-related subject such as
resume. This column is a new idea
and will be featured in every issue of
“Over the Edge”. Topics covered will
be any employment-related subject
such as resume writing, employer
contacting, interview preparation and
any other topic you would like to see.
Have an idea or a question related to
this column? Call me at local 6373,
that’s 960-6373, and if | am not there,
please leave a message.

So what is the UNBC Student
Employment Centre, anyway? The
Job Centre at UNBC provides a link

between students and employers.
Are you looking for work? We have a
job board located across from the
Registrar's Office as well as a web-
site: http://counsel.unbc.ca/jobcentre
. The website offers links to other
interesting job search and career
websites. As well, UNBC counsellors
can assist you in your career search
(in other words, after spending all this
time and money for this piece of
paper, what can | get out of it?).
Each March, the Student
Employment Centre hosts a Career
Fair, and coming up this October we
will be having an Open House so

watch for details coming soon.
Additionally, there will be workshops
offered throughout the year on topics
such as resume writing, career
search strategies, and interviews.

The Student Employment Centre is
part of the Awards and Financial Aid
department, which is located adjacent
to the Registrar's Office. The staff is
friendly and very helpful, so if you
stop by the front desk, there will
always be someone eager to assist
you, Monday through Friday, 9:00 am
to 4:30 pm.

Don’t forget to check out our web-
site!

My Adventures in Hell: Our trip to UNBC

by Sheryl Knight

Oy. | really, really, really, really, real-
ly, really wanted to attend the
University of Northern British
Columbia. And so did my friend,
Susan. So, we decided to travel here
together. We're from Oshawa,
Ontario. We had recently graduated
from Ontario Business College, hav-
ing studied Human Service Work. It
was only a one-year program and we
decided it would be a good idea to get
our degree in social work. Soooooo,
here we are. Thank you, God, for not
revealing what was about to happen
on our trip, because had | have
known...| would never have left the
security of my little Oshawa bedroom.

On August 23 we started out. The
original plan was to fly out here, in a
huge airplane and be catered to by
flight attendants. But hey, why do
things the easy way when you can do
it the hard way? Why sit back in a
comfy seat, thousands of miles high
in the air, leisurely sipping a drink,
stress free, when instead, you can be
going through crisis after crisis after
crisis? Know what | mean?

There were three drivers in the car.
Susan, myself and someone that | will
refer to as Driver (to protect his sorry

ass). Susan and | consider ourselves
good drivers. We are safe, we are
aware of other drivers on the road,
and we are pretty much at ease, in
short, we didnt treat the
TransCanada Highway as the Indy
Speedway. Driver's a different story.
Driver usually had an arm stretched
out across the back of the seat, one
hand on the wheel, passing when it
wasn’t safe to do so, and doing about
a hundred and twenty kilometers an
hour. And of course, during his shift
at the wheel (which Susan and | were
dreading by now) he tailgated the
people in front of him because that
was his way of getting his message
across, which was, “Get the hell out of
my way...don’t you know it’s all about
me, me, me? If you don’t move, |
swear I’m going to drive right into your
back seat, you bastards! Now...move
it!’ Most people, (from what I’ve
seen), look out of the windshield in
front of them...you know, to do stuff
like, oh, | don’t know...watch for
oncoming vehicles, to follow the
windy roads, to watch that you don’t
wander into the other lanes by follow-
ing the little white line...minor things
like that. Duh...there | go again!
Putting in my two cents worth. Like

(Funding Cont. from 4)

extended B.C. student grants to
senior students, sparing them up to
$7,200 of debt collection.

The government has created 16,000
spaces in post-secondary institutions
in the last three years. During the past
two years, each of these spaces has
been accompanied by $7,000 in extra

government funding.

The spaces are allocated based on
demographics and the capacity of
various institutions, and go to both
universities and colleges.

Three thousand spaces were created
this year.

I’m an expert on driving or something.

| had a little pink angel that | hung on
the hook in the backseat, where | was
sitting. | brought it with me just
because | liked it. | thought it would
make a cute decoration along the
way, and | associated it with my home
in Oshawa. A keepsake. My heart
was pounding and | just knew if Driver
wasn’t taken off the road, we would
crash. | was so sure it would happen
that | kept my forehead pressed
against the back of the headrest in
front of me because | didn’t want to
see the accident happen. ! didn’t
want to watch us plummet to our
death. We were, by now, driving in
northern Ontario. We had been on

the road for fifteen, straight hours.

There were lots of cliffs and the roads
were windy, and most of all, it was
unfamiliar territory to us.

Susan’s freaking. I’m freaking.
Driver doesn’t get it. For some rea-
son he’s oblivious to the fact that all of
Susan’s internal organs are lying on
the floor of the car. Susan tells him
she’s afraid of his driving and she
wants him to slow down. It’s dark
now, a dense fog is coming in off the
lake, and it’s starting to rain. Oh,

goody. All the ingredients for a spec-

tacular car crash. (Don’t mind me,
Driver. [I’m just rummaging in the
back here for a barf bag.) Driver car-
ries on until we come to a patch of
gravel that’s about ten feet long,
maybe five feet wide...and he’s siill
doing a hundred and twenty. The car
fishtails on the gravel because of the
speed. Susan and | are so white with
terror that we can’t even say anything.
?’'m praying like crazy. I’m looking at
my angel and | ask God if | will ever
see my mother again. Pray, pray,
pray...please, please, please. I’m so
scared. Do something. Help us, Your
Royal All Being Supremeness...and
not too long after that
He/She/It...whatever
It...came to the rescue.
We reached the town of Terrace Bay,
Ontario, on God’s good grace only.
Driver's intention was to get some
gas. We turn right, down a dark road.
We don’t see a gas station so Driver
does a U-turn. He turns. He goes to
shift in reverse. Nothing. Nada. The
car won't do anything. (Thank You,
Sir God for listening and answering.)
Na-na-na-na...ha ha. Pooh-pooh on
you, Driver. Take that. Phew...a little
praying goes a long way.

you call

My Adventures will continue in the Next Issue of Over The Edge