For those of you who have been following this blog for a while now, (and props if you were one of the few who helped pioneer the #StartUofT trend into what it is today!) you might remember my introduction post when…
Scary Things
I’m terrified of roller coasters. Anyone who knows this about me have all given me the exact same (unsolicited) advice: “Once you ride a coaster for the first time, you’ll wonder what you were so afraid of in the first…
Chairish your bum: Stand up for it
The hardest part about transitioning from the summer back to school for me this semester was getting used to the prolonged sitting. My legs which were once free to pound the hot summer pavement were suddenly cramped behind someone’s seat…
We Were All Beginners Once
Hello, dear reader. My name is Amanda, and I’m your MoveU blogger for the school year! To break the ice, here are three points about me: - I’m a second-year student at U of T. - I love to read,…
Why You’re Not Too Cool to Read
My answer to the classic question, “What three things would you take to a deserted island?” has unfailingly remained the same all my life – books. I started reading independently at a very early age (shortly after I turned two) and…
in which we say hello.
Hi you. Yes, you. Let me tell you, today I cared not that it was only 11 degrees celsius and ordered myself a long-desired Timmy’s iced capp. I call that stuff “paradise in a cup.” paradise in a cup 'chilling' with…
And So It Begins!
Well, the first week has been off to a good start, albeit a little bit hectic. (#firstdaystories How was your week?) It’s funny how things turn out, really. Here’s what happened to me: I have one course this semester. I…
Ready, Set, …Wait, I’m Not Ready to Go
With frosh week gone (along with my voice and inability to stop turning day-to-day conversations into cheers #froshleaderproblems), it's time to get on that back-to-school grind - that is, if you can first wrap your head around the amount of…
So this is Goodbye
As I sit and write my last Student Life blog in my lil’ corner (which is a random but pleasant mess of paper, documents, books, and of course half-empty tea and coffee cups), I can’t help but feel rather sad.…
Money What…? On Not Being Scared of that Paper Stuff
So I’ve always been rather dismal with money. Truth. Oh, I’ve tried. I’ve accounted for my spending over periods of one or two months, only to conveniently misplace the journal or notebook I was using to track everything in the…