Tag: Postscript

Finding a language I can call my own

Ever since my family immigrated to Canada, I’ve been trying to find the perfect balance between Russian, the language of my family, and English, the language of my new home.  When I was young, I used to peruse the jokes section in the Chirp and Chickadee magazines. Each joke was like a riddle to me. ...

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Restructuring my relationship with food

This article discusses disordered eating and may be triggering for some readers. The Canadian Mental Health Association Crisis Line can be reached at 1-800-875-6213. The way I look was one of the only sources of control I had over my life. In my first year at Queen’s, I fell into a deep depression...

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Letting go of my fears of the world ending

I spent my childhood waiting for the world to end.  The idea that some big event could happen at any time and change my entire life was always in the back of my mind—and I had no say in the matter.  As I got older, I shoved my world-ending anxiety down as much as I could. I did my best to only panic...

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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.   I refer to my overthinking as an “analysis curse.” I would over-analyze my own work and capabilities to the point where I’d lose myself in my thoughts and...

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Coming to terms with my ADHD

During my second year at Queen’s, I worried I might flunk out. Lectures were grueling tests of endurance and narrowing my thoughts enough to focus on my professors felt impossible. Worst of all, I kept losing at a game called “sitting still for two hours,” and my failures were making me irritable.  None...

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Last words

Raechel Huizinga, Editor in Chief    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...

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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. At my high school, students...

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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. I’ve never been good at goodbyes. They...

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The token Black friend

I’ve found that white people are often more worried about being called racist than they are about actually being racist.  I’ve known white people who throw fits at the mere suggestion of being labelled racist—‘allies’ who flip out without addressing the racist thing they said or did. To them, the...

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What it’s like being a ‘Castle Kid’

Back in 2018, I went out on a limb and accepted an offer to do my first year of undergrad at the Queen’s Bader International Study Centre (BISC), located in East Sussex, England, where students go to school at Herstmonceux Castle. I took a plane to London in August, and that’s when it finally hit...

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Clubs taught me what my professors couldn’t

January is almost over, and as Journal readers know, the annual search for new student government and club executives is underway. As much as this time is about new beginnings, reflecting on the past helps help shape our goals for the new year. Here’s why joining a campus organization should be one...

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Regrowing my foreskin

This article discusses depression, suicidal thinking, and sexual assault and may be triggering for some readers. The Canadian Mental Health Association Crisis Line can be reached at 1-800-875-6213. “You know it’s extremely common, right?” That’s what a psychiatrist said to me last summer when I admitted...

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How journaling is helping me overcome perfectionism

November 4, 2020: If I’m not my good grades, the hours I put in at the gym, or the clothes I spend hundreds of dollars on, then who am I?   I bought my first journal at the beginning of Grade 12.    Originally, my intention was to start a food journal, but I soon realized I could use my journal to...

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Feeling beautiful in white-dominated spaces

I came out of high school dripping with confidence. I was secure in the body I had, proud of my features—moments of insecurity were present but bearable. In my first year at Queen’s, I felt doubt lace up my spine, replacing any semblance of self-assurance I once had. It was the first time since my...

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Learning to embrace my natural hair

One of the most tumultuous relationships I’ve had in my life is the one I have with my hair.    It might sound superficial, but my perception of my hair runs much deeper than a few bad hair days. When you grow up never seeing your type of hair represented in the media and very rarely amongst your...

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My decade with acne

My relationship with my skin has never been great. I’ve spent the majority of my preteen, teenage, and young adult life struggling with acne. It’s a little hormonal, a little stress-related, which means pinning down one daily routine that works all the time is nearly impossible. If my hair is dirty,...

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Not normal period pain: my life with endometriosis

It was the morning of my Grade 10 science exam when the pain started. Up until that moment in my life, my period pain had always been manageable. On that morning, it became so bad I began to black out.   I still went to my exam only to last 20 minutes before asking to go to the bathroom to throw up....

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Allyship isn’t activism. Stop pretending it is.

I’ve been at a white institution for three years now, isolated from diversity and fighting battles every day to be allowed safety and comfort. Somehow, despite the casual and not-so-casual racism, the toughest thing about being at Queen’s has been the people who call themselves my allies. I absolutely...

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