Somewhat of a Memoir, NINE: Tragedy Porn

NINE TRAGEDY PORN, although admittedly not a term I coined, is one we collectively suffer from. I was first exposed to this phenomenon at seventeen years old when in 2006 a lone gunman entered my college during my first two weeks in session out of the comfort of my high school with a semi-automatic gun... Continue Reading →

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Somewhat of a Memoir, EIGHT: Dreams

EIGHT DREAMS, as fellow Millenial Hilary Duff sings, are what this is made of. I am a firm believer that if dreaming won’t get you to a better time, it’ll no doubt get you through a bad one. Having dreams is a certifiable way to make sure you never reach your full potential, and not... Continue Reading →

Somewhat of a Memoir, SEVEN: Suicide

SEVEN SUICIDE is tricky. I don’t condone it but I definitely don’t condemn it either. I will try really hard not to offend anyone here.   This section contains sensitive content. If you or someone you know is considering suicide or self-harm and live in North America please contact the services below: Quebec: 1(866)APPELLE (277-3553)... Continue Reading →

Somewhat of a Memoir, SIX: Travel

SIX TRAVEL is a luxury. I haven’t been to a lot of places across the globe but I have been very fortunate to experience some different areas throughout my relatively young life. It’s absolutely something I want to do more of. My idea of travel is a vacation, and my idea of a vacation is... Continue Reading →

Somewhat of a Memoir, FIVE: Mistakes

MISTAKES are mostly just practice. If something doesn’t work out, try again or try something else entirely. Some of the best things in life are mistakes. I once in an indoor soccer game was going for a goal and hit the crossbar fourteen times. I can’t remember if I ended up actually getting one in... Continue Reading →

Somewhat of a Memoir, FOUR: Toronto

TORONTO is a funny place. People try harder to look more relaxed whereas in Montreal there is a general air of laid-back attitude naturally without putting too much effort in. The second-hand stores in Montreal are legitimately resources for those looking to get rid of old, and stock up on new-to-you clothing whereas in Toronto... Continue Reading →

Somewhat of a Memoir, THREE: Footprints

FOOTPRINTS, whether in sand or snow, are a good way to measure how far we have come. Someone, somewhere, I’m sure, once used these prints to retrace their journey and find their way back to where they were from. Eventually the distance becomes so great that over time waves or wind conceal the path we... Continue Reading →

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