Tag: Postscript

What I learned as a kid who loved the WE Charity

As I scrolled through the news headlines back in July, “WE Charity Scandal” caught my eye for a moment, but not enough to entice me to click and read the article. Pandemic predictions, historic civil rights movements, and university updates had all of my attention.    As weeks went on, the WE scandal...

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Mourning my Opa during the pandemic

In March, the pandemic shut down campus. In April, I found out my Opa had cancer—it was in his esophagus, his lungs, his brain. In May, he died.   My family lives in Sarnia, ON., which is, at best, a five-hour car journey from Kingston. After coming to Canada from the Netherlands when he was in his...

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How living in a US hotspot changed my view of COVID-19

Two days after St. Patty’s weekend, I got an unexpected call from my dad in the States. “I’m coming to get you tomorrow,” he said. After Queen’s decided to suspend in-person classes last spring, I intended to wait out the rest of the abruptly online semester in Kingston. But I soon discovered I couldn’t...

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Transitioning to adulthood in leggings and a hoodie

As  a child, I hated shopping for clothes.  Every summer, I would have to be dragged to the mall by my family to buy new clothes for the upcoming school year. They would pull things off the shelves, trying exceptionally hard to find clothing I liked. On the rare occasion we would find something I...

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Managing my expectations going into this fall semester

If you had asked me a year ago what I thought my third year at university was going to look like, I can promise you I wouldn’t have said “learning in the midst of a global pandemic.”   Like many students at Queen’s and around the world, I’m looking down the barrel at a fall semester unlike anything...

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Confronting my relationship with body positivity

When I was in the third grade visiting family in Bangladesh, I wore a lot of short skirts and shorts to keep cool in a tropical climate.  I remember watching TV one afternoon with the windows open. I was sprawled across the couch, sweat beading down my forehead, craving an iced cappuccino and wishing...

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Learning to outrun anxiety

A lot of people hate running. It’s not the easiest sport to like—it can feel boring, interminable, and even painful. However, growing up, my dislike of running went a bit deeper than most. I wasn’t an athletic kid. I had thick glasses by the first grade and spent my recesses inside furiously scribbling...

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Recognizing being white-passing as a privilege

I was born in Baghdad to Iraqi parents who fled war to Amman, Jordan. Although I grew up as part of a marginalized Iraqi community in Jordan, I was also part of the majority of the population, adapting to the Jordanian accent and identifying as both an Arab and a Muslim. In Jordan, I never thought...

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2020 grads say goodbye to Queen’s

In light of the spread of Coronavirus cutting this semester short, The Journal put out a call to students graduating in 2020, asking them to submit a final message to Queen’s. Though the end to this school year (and some people’s whole Queen’s experience) has been abrupt, we hope these notes help...

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Living with a sexual dysfunction at Queen’s

Editors’ Note: The author has been granted anonymity to allow them to share their story with a sense of personal security. At the end of my third year of undergrad, I was diagnosed with vulvodynia, a form of sexual dysfunction which makes vaginal penetration extremely painful. Working through this...

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What fitness has taught me about the human condition

I’ve been overweight for most of my life. I was a bookish, geeky kid who stayed indoors, raised by an indulgent, foodie mother. My weight issues weren’t mysterious to anyone, especially me. This framed my adolescence and early adulthood in the usual ways. I won’t bore you with stories of how I was...

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Getting to know my grief

My dad died when I was 16 years old. It happened on a Sunday. On Monday, my mom had to convince me to go to the funeral home to say goodbye to his body before it was cremated. This was because I wanted to stay home and finish reading Hamlet so I wouldn’t fall behind in English class. I went back to...

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Growing closer to my parents while away at school

University usually marks the first time that teens move away from their home and their parents, and when they really start developing into independent young adults. This might especially be true at Queen’s, with 95 per cent of its student population originating outside Kingston and from over 100 countries. It’s...

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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). Movember is an Australian charitable organization founded in 2003 with the mission of tackling prostate cancer, testicular cancer, mental...

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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. Fascinated by British culture, films, and music, I chose Manchester, England as my exchange destination. I...

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