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...

Coming to terms with my ADHD

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

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...

The melting pot: How my housemates and I bonded over food

When my five housemates and I met in October of our first year at Queen’s, all that connected us was a mutual friend, Amy. We were six young women thrown together, each from different religious backgrounds and ethnicities, all planning to live under the same roof.Continue...

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