Once upon a time, earning a degree was sold as the golden ticket to a stable future. Now, for many students preparing to graduate, it is a fast pass to unemployment/underemployment, casual contracts, and rejection emails. The brutal reality is…
There is quite a violence in forgetting. It bleeds through our history textbooks, stains the real estate signs planted over sacred sites, and hangs in silence after a name is butchered, or worse, deliberately erased. We inherit a country that…
What’s happening? In a dramatic escalation of global trade tensions, U.S. President Donald Trump has announced a new round of tariffs targeting imports from several countries, including Australia. The tariffs are part of what Trump has dubbed “Liberation Day”,…
He moaned like he was being exorcised. She moaned like she was trying to speed-run the experience. Neither of them meant it. “Yes! YES! OH YESS……..” (Calm down. He just put on the condom.) Welcome to modern sex: one part…
Welcome to Glass’s continuing coverage of the QUT Guild Student Representative Council (SRC) Meetings. The third council meeting of the year was held on Wednesday, 26 March 2025, at E259 on Kelvin Grove Campus. As always, these meetings are a platform…
Reading If Movement Was a Language by Svetlana Sterlin feels like drifting in a pool that is calm on the surface but hides an undercurrent that pulls you beneath the water. It’s much more than a poetry collection; it’s a…
The Passenger Princess The city always looked different at night. The neon lights blurred into each other, bleeding over the wet pavement, turning the streets into a restless, humming dream. I liked watching it all pass from the passenger seat,…
Welcome back to the Glass coverage of the Guild Student Representative Council (SRC) Meetings of 2025. This is our coverage of February’s meeting, held on Wednesday 26 February 2025 at D106, Gardens Point Campus. We will be bringing student coverage…
In a world that preaches individuality but demands conformity, we find ourselves caught in the quiet violence of assimilation. It begins subtly like water slowly shaping stone. A slight alteration in accent to avoid being asked, “Where are you from?”.…
I have spent a huge chunk of my life perfecting the art of suffering. I have seasoned my struggles like a chef would, marinated in self-pity, and slow-roasted in crisis. I have built my personality on resilience, like an underdog…
