With this new blog came commitment, and with commitment came a well-organized action plan to tackle my new lifestyle change. And it was an easy task—I just had to: • Get acquainted with the Hart House gym and the Athletic…
Tackling Tutorial In An Arts Degree
I had my first tutorial session last week. Being in my final year of an arts degree, tutorials are nothing new to me, but they still can fill me with a certain amount of anxiety. It seems every year I…
A Whole Brave New World
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…
Speak Up. Speak Out. Dig In. Dig Deep.
In high school, I remember a close friend getting an admissions package for some university that had the slogan, “Speak up. Speak out. Dig in. Dig deep. Make it count, "emblazoned on the front. I hadn’t applied there but I…
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…
Back to School . . . Finally
Finally, it’s back to school! (#firstdayjitters if you are feeling nervous!) My first day is not until Wednesday, but I sincerely feel for all of you Monday’ers. And I offer a nod of recognition to many Engineering students who went…
50 Shades of Frosh
Orientation week is a changing thing. Heraclitus would laugh at me, I’m sure, but it is intriguing to really experience the proverbial passage of time. To think that I am getting older, that I may be out of touch. For…
The Truth About TCards
So I had to replace my TCard. The little photograph of my face had turned into a blurred mess of white and blue. But visiting the TCard office at Robarts Library was an air-conditioned treat on a hot Monday afternoon…