This week I decided to really challenge my freebie nature and see if I could make a meal from Massey Wellington’s free kai drops.

This article probably won’t turn you into a Michelin star chef, but it can help you avoid some dumb decisions in the culinary world.

Massive is an institution, a way of life. Sure, we don’t have a Wikipedia page (that’s a hint, by the way) or our Twitter password, but we have a long and glorious history.

Have you heard the news? Massey’s four student associations are considering merging. This is a BIG deal and will potentially change the face of Massey’s student associations as we know it.

Boomers, zoomers, millennials, Gen X, you know the drill. Words ascribed to generations of people to define their experiences, upbringing, attitudes, and whatever the fuck society was up to when any given person was growing up.

How the tertiary experience fails to cater for mental-health issues in the classroom

A look into the toxic world of MULTI-LEVEL MARKETING schemes and how they’re targeting students

Despite what some people might tell you, getting fucked up is an art-form. RTDs are a delightful, fruity concoction that goes down quick, and comes up even quicker.

BYOs are a delight of the senses. A marvel to behold! Fuck, they’re practically a rite of passage for any young’un

The worst thing about Massey’s Albany campus is that it’s so fucking far from the rest of Auckland City. Trying to party is the ultimate test of stamina – from drinking at home to topping up on shots and drinks at Ferg’s or in the city.

If you haven’t heard already, I’m deeply sorry you have to hear the news this way: Palmerston North’s clubs and bars will be closing an hour early at 2am.

“When I create, I create with not just me but with all the kaitiaki that choose to love me and work with me.”

Whether you need a comfy place to study, not study, watch Netflix, or hotbox the flat without the neighbours peeking, the blanket fort is perfect for any occasion.

Everyone knows that student flats are just that delightful mix of shitty and chaotic. Let’s face it, there’s often a reason these houses are rented to students rather than fancy, functioning adults.

Growing up, I was always intrigued by the concept of Soggy Biscuit. I went to a single-sex school, and the rumours I heard wafting off the all-boys boarding houses were, well, were hard to ignore.

“Hanging out with friends, you swap stories of bad Tinder dates or juicy hookups, but all I could talk about was what I had been binge-watching on Netflix that week. I felt dull and boring, which made me socially isolate myself even more.”

When you’re queer there’s no clear way to define virginity. Penetration? Orgasm? Getting head? I’d definitely done a couple of those things that night, was I no longer a virgin?

I was having a quickie in the Bunning’s carpark on Courtney Place, when I saw the uniform. It was a cop, fully decked out from his navy cap to the hefty vest and full blue getup.

When I was 12 years old, I had a pretty standard bedtime routine like most pre-teen girls: read dirty Wattpad fan fiction on my iPod Touch until I physically couldn’t stay awake any longer.