At about this time every year, I despair. I start to wonder how I am going to finish what seems to be a never-ending list of assignments and tasks. I start to wonder why I even came to this school; I must have a masochistic streak. The stress gets to me and I find myself resisting the urge to RSVP to a number of preposterous Facebook events (Dropping out of school to become a potato is a viable life decision, right? RIGHT??)To make matters worse, the rest of the world does not seem to have gotten my memo. Don't they know that I, along with all of UofT, am a big puddle of exam nerves? All I do is wake up, go to Robarts, go to class, return to Robarts, go home, and sleep! I am not feeling the Holiday cheer. Yet, everywhere I go, I hear sickeningly joyous holiday tunes, everything is pretty and sparkly and lit up, and there are tons of amazing events going on. Why is all of Toronto rubbing its holiday cheer in my face? I feel personally victimized by all this hollying and jollying and carrying on.The cheer is even invading my own apartment!I know what you're thinking; this girl is a classic Scrooge. You may be right. I'll have you know, however, that I have been trying to embrace the spirit of the season. Last night, I went to Christmas High Table at Trinity College. Despite my best protestations—"I have too much work to do," "I hate carolling," "I don't like cranberry sauce"—my roommates would not take no for an answer and they dragged me along.
It’s a new year and a new semester! I was lucky enough to make it home to Alberta for the holiday. Many students on campus also have family close to Toronto. Students who have to stay in the city away…
They say that what really defeated Hannibal Barca in his war against ancient Rome was the winter he spent at Capua. His soldiers became soft. They ate and drank and slept and relaxed, and when spring came around they were…
Referring to the title: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hhi43zV91F0 So, we’re about a month away from the end of the semester. Are you excited? I bet under those tired eyes, pyjama pants and bath robe lies a student who is jumping for joy at the possibility…
Imagine for me, lifeatuoft, the following 3 things: (1) a friend who will love anyone exactly as they are, (2) a professor who knows that the hard problems of science have deep existential relevance, and (3) a joyous and unrelenting…
I had always thought that my dream job (naive as it may sound) would involve being on-site somewhere, perhaps with my afternoons spent deep in the archives of a foreign library, scrolling over the brittle vellum of a medieval manuscript;…
Dearest Readers, Welcome back! I hope you had a deliciously relaxing Christmas Break and you are now ready to fight against the symptoms of school including sleepless nights, long studying hours, and lots of coffee. With a New…
A random assortment of gift ideas, for you. I broke my body, brain, and so-called 'spirit' this week, so, it's a bit disjointed. I'm going to go cry now. Box of Hugs/Kisses/Positive Mantras Get an empty box... and fill it.…
