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!
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
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
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
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
I’ve lived in Ottawa my entire life. I should know this town like the back of my hand, should being the operative word in this sentence. The thing is I don’t know Ottawa that well, but I want to. Ottawa is almost like my older sibling that has always been there but only on the fringes of my… Continue reading Dear Twenty Year Old Me: Hit the Pavement