On February 10, 2017, I prepared to present at my first official academic colloquium. Sure, it was a small event at my home institution of Carleton University but to me it was a big deal. It was a chance for me to share my work with my academic peers and my professors in an environment… Continue reading Little girl, who do you think you are?
It’s too loud. Life is too loud. Maybe that is why I spend a great deal of my time plugged into my phone or laptop. It’s easier to control the amount of sound I consume when I’m plugged in because the world seems set to overwhelm me at every possible turn. Now, don’t get me… Continue reading White Noise
My high school had a great theatre program and the kids who took part in our productions were talented. In grade nine one of my close friends and I decided to audition for the school musical. *I’ll call her J just in case she doesn’t want her name out there in the wide world. Before I tell you… Continue reading Give My Regards to Broadway!
“And where does the heart get the strength from?” – from ‘Still Life’ by Dala On May 9th, 2013 my mom and I found ourselves at the National Arts Centre to see Dala perform. My family was first exposed to the Canadian duo’s music several years earlier at a Stuart McLean Christmas show. They captivated us during their… Continue reading Never Choose Your Band Name in High School
Who are you? What are you made of? These questions may cause people to stop and think about their lives but more often than not they are brushed off. Questions like these are difficult to think about because they bring one face to face with one’s own mistakes and failings. They destroy the perfectly cultivated facade… Continue reading Remind Me Who I Am
Until last Sunday night I had never been to a club and I was completely and utterly indifferent about that fact. However, on February 12th I happened to be on Facebook at the right time to see a post on Frank Turner’s Official Facebook Page [http://on.fb.me/1FzNOt4] announcing that he would be playing with the Sleeping Souls… Continue reading So Last Sunday Sam Walked into a Club
My second year of university literally starts a week from tomorrow and I could not be happier to return to school. However, I could not feel less prepared (although upon reflection I’m pretty much on top of things) or more anxious. Few things comfort me during this spell of anxiety; however, I have compiled a list of three… Continue reading Year Two