Once upon a time there was a girl who couldn’t decide what she wanted to be when she grew up. As she got older, she felt compelled to enroll in a post-secondary institution for no reason other than: everyone else her age…
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Celebrate Good Times, C’mon
Hey folks; the semester is coming to an end, and if you hadn’t noticed, there is a lot to do on campus to help celebrate another fab year. With that in mind, I have decided to dedicate this week’s post…
The Perfect Storm
In less than one week the perfect storm will engulf my little row boat (this is my attempt at a very non-poetic metaphor for my journey through academia) and it will take all my effort to not capsize. Here’s the deal. In…
More than just the books
Hey everyone, I am Jon and I’m new to lifeatuoft. I am really excited to be posting on this blog. To start, I thought I would give you a bit of a story about how I got to where I…
Hello my name is ____________.
I am socially awkward. I have always been this way. I can recall my first day of kindergarten, sitting on the mat in a circle as we each took a turn introducing ourselves. I can also recall my anxiety rising…
I might be a masochist…
masoch·ist n. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences. Exactly one year ago last Monday I embarked on what most of my friends and relatives believe is a mad journey. At the age of 31,…