Ontario University Fair: The Survival Kit

For those of you who are in the process of deciding which universities you’d like to apply to: settle in, everyone, Grand-mère Jasmin has some wisdom to throw down. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: choosing a university is one of the biggest and most life-changing investments of your life. There’s a…

On Setting Intention

I have always loved September. I always look forward to it: the way the humidity softens and crisps into cool autumn weather, the return to a fuller routine, the freshness of it all. To me, Septembers always mean lists and organisation and finally being able to wear jackets, jeans, and boots. To me, Septembers always…

Après Explore, Part 2: What’s In My Bag: Nova Scotia Edition

I just returned from the Spring session of the Explore program at Université Sainte Anne, Nova Scotia. Over the next little while I’ll be sharing des petits morceaux of my experience there, so stay tuned!  Open Letter to Familloise (my residence, Belliloise, for the last 5 weeks) What’s In My Bag: Nova Scotia edition (what…

#NoFilter: Five Exam-Time Habits To Break For Better Skin

Hello, friends. We’re knee-deep in exam season right now, which means the sweats are on, hair is tied back, eyes are fashionably accessorised with dark circle eye-bags and the stress-induced breakouts have reared their heads. If you’re anything like me, you might not be too concerned about the state of your skin when your GPA is…

Silver Linings Or Something: The Moody Cow Gratitude List

I’ve been a right moody cow recently. If you’re a student right now, you probably understand. It’s the beginning of the semester’s end; deadlines and exams are looming and everything feels awful. Everyone I speak to at the moment is “oh, y’know, slowly dying”. It’s just that time of year. Don’t worry, it’s not all…

Rediscovering Magic in the Classroom: An Account of EN 3636

Books were always at the epicentre of my childhood. As a toddler, I had an insatiable appetite for story time. On the first day of the school holidays, my mum would take us to the Waterstones on Milsom Street and we would spend hours combing the shelves before picking out our holiday reading. By the…