Postscript

The best of Kingston

After another year has gone by, Postscript polled our readers to find our favourite spots to study, party, shop and more in the city.Continue...

Restructuring my relationship with food

The way I look was one of the only sources of control I had over my life.Continue...

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...

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...

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