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?
Have you ever waited at a window for someone to appear? Sometimes life feels like that. It’s odd, as graduation approaches I figured that my colleagues and I would get closer. I thought we’d huddle together in the face of the future but we haven’t and surprisingly, that’s okay by me. I tend to not… Continue reading Embracing 2017: Waving Through a Window
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
Year two is drifting to a close. I say drifting because the time between now and my last exam seems to be floaty, immaterial almost – I am here but at the same time I’m not wholly present. After this Thursday my Winter semester will be done and my fate will be sealed in terms… Continue reading Sunshine and Shadows
This will probably be the first of many “thank you” posts as I find myself drawn to the concept of writing ‘letters’ again. While I toyed for awhile with the idea of writing separate entries for the different groups of people that feature in my life I have come to the decision that open letters just… Continue reading Grounded
It is now March and the days are swiftly spinning away from me. This next month is chock full of activities, from formals to sorority events to several late night paper writing sessions that have yet to come and I am unsure of how to react. Part of me feels compelled to pity myself and my fellow… Continue reading The Danger of Dante
Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you know in your heart of hearts, doubt still finds a way to creep into your castle of strength and creativity. You are always your harshest critic. I know this all too well. Tonight had me questioning my ability to succeed in the English portion of my double major and though… Continue reading Doubt