It’s that spooky time of year again. No, not Halloween, but the ghoulish time when you are buired under piles of essays, no time, and you’re freaking out. Rummaging through the cobwebs of your old essays, you discover that you handed…
Five Ways to Kill Time During Your Study Break
I am trying to figure out why it is that some people have already had mid-terms, some are in the process of mid-terms, and people like me don’t have mid-terms until next week. No matter which category you fall into,…
Give Disappointment the Back Seat
Recently I got a “bad” mark. What happened was that I got a mark that was below my usual standard. This got me thinking. We all have standards of what we consider to be “good” marks. But, what happens when…
Part 2: Fire! Fire!
I admit that was a cheap trick to capture your attention. But rest assured, danger lies ahead and I promise that fire (and knives) will make appearances in this post. Last week I posted about my ENG434 Cook the Books…
You say tomayto, I say tomahto…
Yesterday, on my way to class, I overheard a really interesting conversation. This conversation, between three students, was quite heated, and was attempting to define the ideal firmness that a tomato should possess if one were to eat a tomato…
Things we can all be thankful for
Let’s be honest with ourselves: in the words of Sartre (well, not really), things just got REAL. I don’t know how it is for everyone else, but my to-do list is covered in highlighting and red pen and exclamation marks.…
Juggling isn’t THAT fun – Unless you’re a circus performer
Greetings blog-lovers! I had other ideas in mind about what to write this week, but I couldn’t seem to get it together because I had so many things on my mind – school assignments, my own life, my cat (no,…
Looking for Allies In all the Right Places
Hello to all the lifeatuoft readers. I’m Desiree, and I will be blogging about a wide variety of student experiences on campus. As I walked to class the other day, passing by the faces of you, my fellow students, I wondered…
Hi, my name is Lori and I’m a glossophobic
glossophobia: an abnormal fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak. When I was eight years old, I had to write my very first speech. I wrote it about my dog "Buttons", a lovable mutt who thought he was…
Final Countdown
Time: 3:23AM Word count: 2,929. (just 71 words short of finishing my 3,000 word research paper) Typical countdown of a U of T student during finals week. (or even any typical week while drowning in schoolwork for that matter!) In…