Art is great. I don’t always understand it, but it’s still great. Being able to convey feelings or stories in many ways is a treasure. Even if you’re like me and the best image you can draw is a stick-figure,…
Study Time Playlist II: Fall Break Edition
It feels like it was just yesterday when I was playing an active role in our economy by shopping for back-to-school supplies. It was a simpler time. The only things I had to worry about were preparing for Orientation Week,…
Study Time Playlist
I feel like I’m not the only person in the world who’s had trouble focusing on schoolwork. I mean if you’ve never had difficulty studying in your life, then I can only assume that you’re a deity that has ascended…
A Musical Treasure Hunt
I spent this past Sunday on a musical treasure hunt on Toronto Island. The Poor Pilgrim Island show has been running for seven years, and I’ve made it a summer tradition for the past three. After a brisk ferry ride,…
Hey there, U of T!
Hey there, U of T! My name is Elena, and I’ll be one of the Life @ U of T bloggers this summer. I have been viewing this school from an entirely new angle for the past few days. I’ve…
Face The Music (and Mid-Terms)
On the school calendar, the first semester might as well highlight the months of October and November as not the months that belong to fall, but to midterms instead. Like I have mentioned before, midterms are notorious energy-drainers. It’s easy…
in which we give thanks at Thanksgiving
This album has been my constant companion over the last few months, but also this past weekend in particular. It’s a free, downloadable EP of seven tracks by a friend of mine called “I AM”, Nicholas Cheung, who is a music…
Take a ’90s break
When it came time to sit down and write this post, I have to admit I was at a loss for words. With the semester coming to a close and everyone hunkering down for the long slog of finishing those…
When The Bells Toll
I knocked the door at the top of the staircase tentatively. The 75+ steps leading up to the Soldiers’ Tower Carillon left me breathless, and after travelling up those narrow steps (stay away if you are acrophobic and claustrophobic), I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Come in!” A deep booming voice reverberated through the door. For a moment, I imagined that I was about to step into something out of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I imagined seeing the giant bells looming above my head, and having to step haphazardly between cables and wires that keep the clock running. Oh, and a dark, sombre organ-like instrument taking up a wall. No Quasimodo, of course. I’m a pretty realistic person. So I braced myself, put on my best smile (all the while trying to catch my breath) and walked in…
Dances of hope and healing
I’m surrounded by strangers and TV cameras and bright lights as far as the eye can see. Somewhat unlike a typical lecture, there’s a certain energy about the people in the rows and rows of wooden chairs. The excited buzz of…