Postscript

Roses, buds, and thorns

Going to an overnight summer camp is a rite of passage for preteens. So, a week after my eleventh birthday, I stuffed my trunk with friendship bracelet string and well-worn t-shirts before embarking on the summer experience for which I’d always longed.Continue...

Strength is a team sport women play together

I come from a line of strong women, something my mom never fails to remind me of on calls home.Continue...

Letting my perfectionism go and being vulnerable

I’m a perfectionist.Continue...

Being a third-culture kid makes me uncertain of where I call home

“So… where are you from?”Continue...

My parents’ divorce taught me family isn’t defined by blood

I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was 2007, and I was watching my older brother play the new Sonic the Hedgehog game on his GameCube. It was then that my parents came downstairs and told us they were separating.Continue...

Learning to ride a bike—and to accept I don’t know everything yet

While feeling the burn in my thighs and the wind streaking through my hair as twenty-year-old me biked in circles around the same roundabout for the fifth time, I understood it’s normal to learn things on your own time.Continue...

I want to go back to elementary school

If there’s one thing university has taught me, it’s that growing up means officially leaving your childhood behind—but it doesn’t have to be that way.

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What I learned from fostering a pet

I’ve always loved animals. They have a sort of comforting innocence and sweetness about them—if you look into their eyes, you know everything will be alright.Continue...

Embracing mindfulness in the face of anxiety

In my second year of university, I became an anxious person.Continue...

My sister is faster than me, and that’s okay

I can’t count how many people have told me it’s unfair to consider my sister my best friend.Continue...

How I implemented the philosophy of stoicism in hockey and academics

When I was a kid, my mom planted a seed into my head that later became the entire philosophy of how I approach my sports and academics: “we can’t control our environment; we can only control how we react to our environment.”Continue...

Hunting for closure in my relationships

When I was six years old, I met my best friend on the playground of our elementary school. I was dressed in my classic monochromatic pink from head-to-toe, carrying a floral lunchbox, and wearing my signature matching headband.Continue...

Reconnecting with queer history makes our communities stronger

If there’s one thing that studying history makes abundantly clear about our world, it’s that everything must come from somewhere.Continue...

Where my birth control journey has led me

My experience with birth control started when I was around 16 and I went on the pill to help with my period pain.Continue...

Reconnecting with a loss can be a blessing

This is not a unique story.Continue...

Learning to choose self-assurance over self-depreciation

The unfortunate reality of society today is the most relatable and common mindset is one of
self-deprecation and self-loathing.Continue...

How writing made me confront my feelings

If you had to guess my major, what would it be? English Language and Literature? Politics, Philosophy, and Economics? Sociology? If I had to take a guess at which one you’d pick, I think it would involve a ridiculous amount of writing.Continue...

Start competing with yourself

I used to hate the way I looked.Continue...

My love-hate relationship with social media

I clutch it in my hand, pat my pocket every so often, and scroll aimlessly when I hold it, just to know it's there. My phone is my lifeline; it connects me to the rest of the world, and without it, I would be lost.Continue...

Why I loved being a Gael

One of the questions given to me to inspire this article was, “How has O-Week made you feel?” As a Gael, I must say…“I FEEL SO GOOD! OH, I FEEL SO GOOD! OH!”Continue...

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