Postscript

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...

I’m worried that my generation is forgetting the importance of Remembrance Day. As we move further away from World Wars I and II, I fear the sacrifice of Canadian soldiers and veterans will soon become meaningless, or worse, forgotten.Continue...

I’ve always had an interest in the supernatural. I used to hope that one day I’d see a ghost, or that some unexplainable thing would happen to me. Luckily, I got my chance when I worked as a tour guide for Canada’s most notorious prison: the Kingston Penitentiary.Continue...