“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
One of the biggest nuances of the human condition, along with our knowledge of our impending death and our lack of a proper tail (seriously we missed out on this!), is our desire to express ourselves, share our feelings, sensations, experiences, and of course, our yearning for being understood.
Hello again! Let’s see. Before coming to university I was, and actually I still am, very nervous about fitting in this brand new place where I didn’t know anybody. Actually the first couple of weeks can be hard because you feel that you aren’t making so many friends as other people and you’re anxious about starting anew, with new friends, new home, and new classes. So allow me to assuage your anxiety by giving you a fresh new glimpse into the first weeks at Glendon, specifically JumpStart and Frosh Week. A time well spent doing things like going to parties, going to theme parks, touring the sound surface of downtown Toronto (on foot) and overall doing very little studying (as you should).
In my younger and more vulnerable years… ooops! When I started the beautiful and unbearably stressing process of applying to universities, I was confronted with the momentous question every single student who decides to continue their education faces: Where on Earth I’m I going to study? Careful, this decision can dictate the course of your entire life, so I am going to need an answer by Friday, so that we can get started early on the application process.