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Parting with my roots is more difficult than I expected

In April of 2019, I moved back to Prince Edward County for the final time.Continue...

‘Red’ grew up with me in ‘Taylor’s Version’

When the original version of Red was released, I was in middle school.Continue...

Letting go of my fears of the world ending

I spent my childhood waiting for the world to end.

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I’m going to stop performing my queerness for validation

I experience an enormous amount of pressure to perform my queerness to the perfect rhythm.Continue...

There’s more to running than burning calories

Part of my self-worth has always been tied to my appearance.Continue...

Not a girl: Exploring my gender identity

Back in twelfth grade, I wrote a panicked journal entry beginning with the line, “I don’t think I’m a girl.”Continue...

Overthinking is my Shakespearean tragedy

Overthinking has absorbed my university life. I find myself bound by standards for and perceptions of myself—and sometimes it goes overboard.Continue...

My American citizenship branded me an ‘other’ at Queen’s

On my first day at Queen’s, I drove to Kingston with my parents in a U-Haul, unloaded my things on my floor in Gordon Brockington Hall, and understood what it meant to be an outsider in Canada.Continue...

Achieving the 'that girl' aesthetic is harder than you think

It’s been exactly one year and one month since I slurped on a bowl of authentic Taiwanese beef noodle soup. One year and one month since I've seen my parents, not through a small black screen, but in person.Continue...

Coming to terms with my ADHD

During my second year at Queen’s, I worried I might flunk out.Continue...

The realities of being a young woman of colour in politics

I never understood why women of colour are so underrepresented in Canadian politics.Continue...

Queen’s lacks the social advocacy, progress, and morality it prides itself on

I never expected to be involved in social justice and advocacy.Continue...

Living honestly, writing authentically: Learning to be truthful with myself

All I did in my first year of university was lie to myself. I didn’t know what I wanted to do socially or academically, but I kept telling myself I did.Continue...

An exploration of Queerness, creativity, and mental health at Queen’s

I’ve always grappled with my identity and how to express it.Continue...

A silver lining: How COVID-19 introduced me to my closest friends

The most incredible aspect of living in residence is the opportunity to influence, and be influenced by, people you likely never would’ve met otherwise.Continue...

Last words

This year, the Journal house was mostly empty. 190 University Ave., for me, had always been a hub of activity: layout room laughter, couch room banter, a place to hang out in between classes, last-minute writing, and just plain chaos. Losing all of that would be reason enough to become dispirited, but you, our staff, didn’t.Continue...

Bursting and leaving the commerce bubble

Around this time three years ago, I was anxiously awaiting my acceptance to Queen’s Commerce. At the time, I had already been accepted to every other university I applied to, and I was terrified of being rejected—despite my 96 per cent average and wealth of extracurriculars.Continue...

Tracing my roots back to my Grandfather’s childhood home in Scotland

Two years ago, in a small suburb outside of Glasgow, I had an evening I’ll never forget.Continue...

Learning to say goodbye during the pandemic

I think it’s safe to say everyone has learned something new during the pandemic. Some people picked up knitting, others learned how to skate. What I gained this year, however, was something more significant to me than any hobby. I learned how to say goodbye.Continue...

Navigating my body image following an abortion

For a while now, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect pair of white, straight leg jeans.

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