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...

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...

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...

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