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Profiles in Engineering: Mitch Dumont

By Arman Izadi The Ledger is back with another profile of involved engineers! This week we sat down with Mitch Dumont, a U4 Electrical Engineering student who has been extensively involved within the EUS, holding many positions and coordinating events such as Frosh and E-Week.   Ledger: So what made you get involved in the

Alcohol in Engineering

By Jude Habib Recently, one of the most intensely debated topics in the EUS has been alcohol and its role in the EUS. The Ledger asked a varied group of EUS constituents to provide their opinions on the drinking culture within engineering, and here you can find their full responses. This conversation has been sparked by

What happens when Canadian engineering students come together

By Arman Izadi   To most people reading this article, the acronym CFES will mean absolutely nothing. While, in engineering, there is an inhumane amount of acronyms, pay attention to this one: the Canadian Federation for Engineering Students. In simpler terms, the CFES allows unity and solidarity between the majority of engineering undergraduate student societies

The Marvellous Belgian Beer Pipeline

By Nick Brunt Considering the international attention directed towards it in the past few months, the entrance of Bruges’ Halve Maan (Half Moon) Brewery is inconspicuous enough. Situated on a leafy square in the south of the city’s medieval centre, the only outward sign of its location is hardly imposing: only a modest placard marks

Why November is the Best Month

by Nick Brunt November is the month everybody loves to hate. According to its many detractors, November has no identity, no real holidays, and simply serves as a buffer between the more charismatic and noteworthy months of Halloween and Christmas. However, in my opinion, these people are objectively wrong. By delving deeper into this disparaged

Remembrance Day

by Nick Brunt The morning of November 11, 1918 began like any other in the trenches of the Great War. The long lines of sandbags and barbed wire, cut like wounds at the edges of the bare, earthen battlefields of Europe, lay quiet save for the distant sound of firing artillery. The previous four years,