Ubique's Greatest Betrayal Unveiled

By Ammarah Q

UBIQUE would never do such a thing..

- editor’s note

Ubique. Something which fulfils the entirety of its name, and evokes meaning for the countless souls in search of their belonging. It’s mortifying to reveal I only discovered its existence in year 9; my two previous years spent dwelling under countless rocks when instead I could’ve been rejoicing in the sublimity of Unihigh’s very own magazine. 

Ubique had become the escape route for me ... however this was destined for curtailment. Towards the end of year 9, I found myself questioning my faith in Ubique, and after growing occasions of crumbling trust, I began to accept the horrendous truth. Ubique had betrayed me. 

Allow me to explain: 

Year 9, spoiler alert - the well anticipated magazine assignment. For inspiration, my English teacher showed my class the 2021 winning magazine which was published on Ubique. It was inconceivable to not be inclined to thoroughly explore the entire website. My journey through Ubique had begun. 

Soon after the magazine competition, it was announced that finalist magazines would be displayed on Ubique. This emerged as good news, as not only had my group been a finalist, but an award winner as well. Just when things couldn’t seem to get any better, another glimmer of hope arose as it was announced that an Ubique box would be kept in the library receiving suggestions on what students would like to see in it. Eager to get our work in it, I placed a note in the box. I waited. 4 issues later. Till the final issue was announced. I distinctly recall opening Ubique scrolling down, earnestly waiting for it to appear. Until there was no remaining space left to scroll; I had reached the bottom. It wasn’t there. 🥺 

I gradually began to accept this, however deep down, a fragment of my intuition grew unable to refrain from pestering me, hence urging me to seek the box one final time. I entered the library, half expecting it to no longer be there, but strange enough, it was. My suspicion aroused as I peeked through it and was appalled by the sight. It lay on the table, the papers still inside, untouched. As though it had been left pristine and never checked. And then it struck me; my false hope of involvement had been neglected. One can only imagine the betrayal suffered at the hand of something so dear and idolised. But no, I couldn't let it pass. Such treachery had to be held account of, and so what better way to address it than taking photographic evidence. 

Ubique had become the epitome of hatred and unforgiveness for me. 

Until now. Until I infiltrated Ubique and witnessed it experience its trough, faced with karmic retribution. The Ubique team has vowed to reform and make amends, never again deceiving.