When everyone came back from Christmas break I felt a little lost and out of place. Everyone seemed to be solidifying their lives and then there was me. Exchange program applications were due in December and by January people began to discuss how different their lives might be next year. I’m staying in Ottawa next year. I felt… Continue reading Stuck on Life
It’s 2015 now. I’ve already encountered roadblocks to my resolutions. I’ve already fallen down, yet I’m still standing so that’s something. It’s currently 1:41am, and while by university student standards that’s nothing I was actually intending to make the most of the second last night of sleep I have before beginning school again. Unfortunately, I find myself… Continue reading 2015 – For Real
University is my life. I do not major in AOII (my sorority). Nor do I simply lurk in the coffee shops on campus or the library. All the same university is my life. Or at least an extremely significant portion of my life as of right now. Being a student is a job. A full-time demanding… Continue reading University=Life
Even when I was a kid I thought I was a grown up. I know now that’s not true; I’m still in the process of blossoming, of blooming, of decaying, and rejuvenating. Just like every other person on the planet I’ll be doing this dance for my entire life. Birthdays may mark the years, but… Continue reading Growing Up Sam
The past three weeks have been something, something special. The day after Thanksgiving my parents left for Hawaii – they went on vacation to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, and I stayed home. What with midterms, university, extracurriculars, and well, life, there was no way I could join them. As much as I love my… Continue reading Coming Home
As CBC said earlier this evening, “Canada will be different after today.” My country has changed. My city has changed. I’ve changed. This morning at 10:00am I was in class, discussing Aristotle. To be more specific I was listening to my professor engage in an enlightening lecture about Aristotle and his relation to Plato. At… Continue reading #OttawaStrong
It’s 2:47am on Thanksgiving Monday, the day has just begun, and I’ve been awake for all two hours and forty seven minutes of today. I can’t sleep. I’ve often heard that writers write in order to try to purge themselves of their thoughts; however, Dumbledore and his pensive along with the infinite amount of books… Continue reading Our Normal Hearts Give Thanks
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