Chances are, you probably met more people on Aberdeen St. during Homecoming than you have in the last two months combined.
For many, this means bumping into someone new and forging an instant connection with them while you’re both dressed in tricolour from head to toe. However, the likelihood that you actually learned their name or exchanged contact information with them in the middle of Queen’s largest party is slim to none.
The Journal wants to help students connect with their Homecoming heartthrobs. If you think you’re the special someone mentioned in one of these anonymous stories and want to contact the writer, email journal_lifestyle@ams.queensu.ca.
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I spent most of my Homecoming in the hospital this year, being stitched up after a minor incident. Fortunately, my time there improved when a medical student was assigned to give me stitches. Her name was Danielle, and her sweet disposition put me immediately at ease while I was being fixed up.
I doubt I impressed Danielle, since I was probably just one of a hundred students visiting the emergency room that day. All I ask from her is a chance to redeem myself—love finds you in mysterious ways. Danielle, I have a lot of Scene points and I still haven’t seen Joker, so I’d love to take you to a movie sometime. (I don’t have a car, though, so we might need to take the bus.)
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To the only other person on Aberdeen with a disposable camera,
When you yelled “Oh my god!” I thought you were referring to the plethora of kids perfectly balanced on top of the Red Bull-branded car beside us. Instead, you motioned to the disposable camera in my hand and said, “I haven’t seen anyone else with a disposable here!”
What I thought would be another weird Homecoming encounter turned into a short but sweet chat about our camera connection. It was refreshing discussing the superiority of tangible photos compared to the “normal” approach—a digital picture taken without a second glance, stored away in the depths of a phone’s memory.
Though I may sound like a boomer, I admit it’s refreshing to see older technology being used in this day and age to create physical memories. I don’t remember the exact conversation, but we ended our encounter by taking pictures of one another. It may be seen as a waste of finite film, but a picture is worth a thousand words. I think our photos capture that phrase perfectly.
By the way, the picture turned out great, and I hope that one day I can get it back to you!
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I arrived at a Tommy’s-sponsored pancake kegger—with Tommy himself present as a celebrity pancake chef—at 8 a.m. with my housemates. We were party-ready, and we mingled in the backyard as other guests started to arrive.
At one point, when the crowd got thicker, I lost track of my housemates. I would have been stressed, but I ran into two guys who kept me entertained.
One of them pretended to go to Queen’s, but he gave himself away immediately by not knowing any Queen’s-specific slang. His friend and host, who did go to Queen’s, was a brown-haired ArtSci student with a comfy-looking Queen’s sweater on.
I immediately hit it off with the Queen’s student, and talked about photography, TV shows, and our programs for a few minutes, until my friends found me and swept me away back into the crowd.
I kept trying to find the guy for the rest of the party, but never could.
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Homecoming, love, student stories
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