When I tried going vegan at the end of my first year at Queen’s, my motivations were mostly personal. I’d never been bothered enough by the concept of factory farming and animal abuse to stop eating meat, and I didn’t know much about the environmental reasons for veganism.Continue...
The first time I told this story, I was in my first year of university. I was sitting on the grass at City Park, just a few blocks away from Queen’s, with my orientation leaders and group. We were playing Two Truths and a Lie, and one of my truths was that I was a 20-year-old first-year student.Continue...
One month into my first year at Queen’s, I wanted to drop out and go home. There wasn’t anything wrong with Queen’s. In fact, it was the opposite: there was something wrong with me—or so I told...Continue...
Seeing everyone you know in the ARC, passing a horde of purple engineers on your walk to class or using the Romanian flag emoji as a tricolour stand-in, can only be described as “so Queen’s.”Continue...
I found it difficult to connect with other men during high school because I didn’t feel masculine enough to fit in, even when we shared similar interests.Continue...
When I was first diagnosed as a diabetic, I thought my condition was a burden to carry alone for the rest of my life. It took me a few years to figure out I had it backwards.Continue...
