Postscript

Living with a sexual dysfunction at Queen’s

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...

What fitness has taught me about the human condition

I’ve been overweight for most of my life.Continue...

Our failure to acknowledge different perspectives sets back our progress

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...

Getting to know my grief

My dad died when I was 16 years old.Continue...

How my sexual assaults made me an advocate for male mental health

“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...

Growing closer to my parents while away at school

University usually marks the first time that teens move away from their home and their parents, and when they really start developing into independent young adults.Continue...

Addressing the persistence and foundations of South Asian anti-blackness

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

Full Focus: How a campus film festival built a friendship

As a Film and Media minor, I knew entering university that I wanted to get involved in extracurricular activities that fostered my interest in making videos. Little did I know that, now, as a third-year student, I’d be the video editor at The Queen’s Journal .Continue...

Our best moments of the past decade

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...

How Movember changed my attitude about my Asperger’s

When November rolls around, many people are left wondering what Movember is and why a bunch of guys are trying to grow mustaches (even though sometimes, they can’t).Continue...

Switching out of science changed my attitude about university

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...

Photo essay: A Gael takes on England

Feeling exhausted in my second year of university coping with schoolwork and Kingston’s long winter, I decided to apply for exchange and escape my daily routines to explore the world during my third year.Continue...

Carrying on the legacy of Remembrance Day in honour of my grandfather

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...

Growing up in Asia taught me the importance of speaking up on social issues

There’s something to be said for living in a free, democratic society, where voicing your opinion isn’t repressed, but is welcomed.Continue...

My encounter with the Kingston Pen’s notorious deceased employee

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...

Learning about my grandfather’s heroic life taught me the power of storytelling

I will never meet my grandfather. His death in 1978 makes that impossible. But I would be grossly mistaken—and I was—to think that means I’d never have a relationship with him.Continue...

How joining Queen’s Bands changed my university experience for the better

During my first year at Queen’s, I was relatively uninvolved.Continue...

What I learned from all the bad advice I’ve received during university

I arrived at Queen’s with many things: clothes, my great-aunt’s old mini fridge, a box of books, and a lot of bad preconceptions about university. By the time I carried that same box of books back down the residence stairs to my mom’s car, I’d accumulated a few more misguided ideas.Continue...

Navigating my long-distance relationship with my brother

When students returned to Queen’s for the new school year, everyone fell back into familiar Kingston routines.Continue...

Discovering what life is like away from my immigrant family at Queen's

The first night I spent at Queen’s in my residence room was hellish. I wasn’t feeling the tricolour spirit, and I missed home desperately. I wanted to go back to Scarborough.Continue...

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