Running through the 6ix with these woes, since second year.
Fourth Year Restlessness
My first year at U of T has started to feel like it happened a long time ago, even though it hasn't been that long at all. Between then and now, there have been many syllabi, essay drafts, and lectures.…
The Myth of the Four Year Degree
While it's true that many students graduate in four years, this isn't always the case. As someone who's anticipating a fifth year at UofT, I wanted to bust the "Myth of the Four Year Degree," a myth that seems to…
Why I Went Part-Time (And Why I Loved It)
Do you ever feel like you’re riding in a car that’s going just a bit too fast? This is how I felt by the time I was finished my second year of studies. People told me that university is for…
Next Steps
So, you’ve made it to university. Now what? Many of us, especially soon-to-be graduates, are always asked that one question that may or may not induce a quarter-life crisis: “What are your plans after graduation?” This comes in many forms.…
A Walk in the Future
Recently, I took a walk into the future. There were diplomas, bells ringing, black gowns, hats, and families bursting in pride and happiness. I was standing in the middle of King's Circle, gazing at the celebrations of Convocation, U of…
Now, A Break
On Tuesday afternoon, I finished my last exam of undergrad. It has taken some time for that fact to sink in. I'd imagined walking out of the exam centre skipping with joy in the sunlight. Instead, I spent a half hour calculating the…
The End of the School Year
The end of the school year is here, and I don’t know about you, but as much of a relief as it is to have made it through another year of school, it’s also kind of bittersweet for me. For…
Why I’m Setting Career Goals This Year
It was my first day of classes at the University of Toronto, and I stepped onto the trampled turf of front campus with a pair of juvenile—and, admittedly, cliché—Converse and a backpack-sized collection of goals for the incoming year. I was brimming with a plethora of productive emotions, such as anxiousness, homesickness, and—probably the most helpful one—fear.
Luckily, I made it out first year alive, and with zero regrets. Zero regrets, that is, except for one.
At the risk of sounding too “Eat, Pray, Love”…
Long time, no see, U of T! I've been caught up in exams and the culmination of my undergraduate career, and as life goes, the time has just flown by way too quickly. (Exams went well overall, so I am quite pleased).
And somehow I landed here at this moment, writing my last post for Life @ UofT and bidding you all a warm farewell. I’m hoping it won’t be too lame or cliché or sentimental, but since I am all of those things it probably will be.