The voice of Innis College since 1965.
If you read the Herald, you know we love a good dose of democracy. That’s why we’ve turned to YOU to vote for your favourite
“Arnold’s Christmas” may not only be the saddest episode of Hey Arnold!, but also the best episode, period. It is a nostalgic, dream-like experience that
If any noun could define humanity, perhaps insanity is the most accurate. Love, hate, happiness, pain, and loss — life is incomplete without one or
For many students at U of T, university life is defined by schedules, deadlines, and an almost constant awareness of how much there is to
A personal beef with the infamous ground floor water fountain that might concern you too Our human bodies are always in need of something, such
And I Sort of Wish I Did The trope of divorced parents has become almost banal, to the point that I think the sensation of
My grandmother is full of stories. She can speak endlessly about raising my dad and his brothers, the books she has read, bird sightings, recent
Ten dishes that genuinely had me speechless, an extremely rare feat – considering how dramatic I am about my food. From the GTA to Delhi
Hello, readers of the Herald. Do you read manga? No? Well, it is my humble duty to try to change that. (You may have even
The man with the hat reveals his secrets. Midnight is a special time. It is when most people are tucked in their beds, drifting off
I watch a lot of movies. I love movies. But every once in a while, you watch a movie that you know is going to
Byun Sung-hyun’s Good News is a South Korean action comedy about the chaos that comes after a group of young radicals hijacks a Japanese flight
Twilight Returns to Theatres There’s a chill in the air, the rain is starting to pour, and the wind has picked up. It’s officially the
I was finishing up my last TIFF shift, working as an usher at the Lightbox, when I was informed that Chloé Zhao’s Hamnet had won
Sixty years ago, this paper began Picture this: it’s the fall of 1965, and you’re a student at the University of Toronto. The weather is
New versions of myself appear in the mirror quicker than they used to, the people I love become blurry outlines, and I miss home. It’s
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind meant for lingering walks or making an overdue dent in my pile of assignments. The sun was
It was late one Hallow’s Eve, when the trick-or-treaters had begun disappearing and the candles in the jack o’lanterns were dimly flickering, when Victoria spied
Has a movie ever permeated your psyche so deeply that it has woven its way into your amygdala, establishing the very rules and cautions through
