Postscript

If you had asked me a year ago what I thought my third year at university was going to look like, I can promise you I wouldn’t have said “learning in the midst of a global pandemic.”Continue...

A lot of people hate running. It’s not the easiest sport to like—it can feel boring, interminable, and even painful. However, growing up, my dislike of running went a bit deeper than most.Continue...

When I walked into 190 University Avenue on May 1 and saw my name on the office door, I burst into tears.Continue...

At the end of my third year of undergrad, I was diagnosed with vulvodynia, a form of sexual dysfunction which makes vaginal penetration extremely painful.Continue...

When I was in my final year of high school at a diverse school, I remember telling my friends I was planning to accept my offer to Queen’s.Continue...

“I just wish they were dead.” To this day, I can’t believe I had ever been at such a point of darkness that I was able to speak such words about my abusers.Continue...

A cruel and unaddressed racist rhetoric in South Asian communities means that we might just take the trophy for self-righteous anti-blackness.Continue...

When the clock struck midnight this New Year’s Eve, the world not only said goodbye to the past year, but to the past decade.Continue...

Last year, as I walked home to West Campus in the dark after a three-hour lab, wishing I was doing anything else, it dawned on me that maybe a science degree wasn’t for me.Continue...