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April 3, 2006 | by  | in News |
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How could we forget Karori?

Flu shots will be taking place at the Te Aro campus this week between 11.30 and 1.30. Students at Karori and Pipitea campuses wanting a free flu shot will have to make an appointment with Student Health, as there is no special time slot available. Please forgive us.

Too Cool for Statistics New Zealand

Reports from Statistics New Zealand had revealed a low return of census forms from central Wellington, with students highly represented among non-respondents. Jeremy Greenbrook, ex-VUWSA President and Census pin-up boy urges students to return their forms, saying “it’s important that all students return their forms.” They can be returned to any Statistics New Zealand office or posted to P.O Box 24531, Manners Street, Wellington.

Shush!

Thursday is a nation wide ‘Day of Silence’ to protest against the ‘silencing’ of queer people and issues. Participants will take a vow of silence, and instead of vocally protesting, will silently give out cards or wear stickers.

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