To The People,
Well this is a day filled with new experiences for me: my first blog and my acceptance of the offer from my dream university! I would however like to clearly state that although the title of this blog implies that I might be some Star Trek aficionado, I am nothing of the sort but it seems that I have retained that certain Trekkie zest after recently watching the movie (a must see!) this week.
In essence, this blog is to chronicle my life at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario and whatever frivolities that may accompany it. This is certainly a very exciting time as well as a very tiring time for me. In the midst of the decisions and the countless discussions about where I will find myself for the next four years of my life, I have been writing the gruesome and sometimes very fickle International Baccalaureate exams that will continue on until the 24th of May. Yes, Victoria Day Monday is my final exam and it is clear that the IBO spares no expense at trying to make this an even more horrible experience, but I shall go in to school on that Monday and do so with gusto! I personally refuse to let somebody who's in Geneva ruin my day.
Moving on... I suppose it might be wise to recount the tale of how Queen's was finally chosen as my post-secondary institution. Well, this past Friday night my fam jam had one of their frequent dinner parties in which we saw some of the most exciting personalities in the National Capital Region! They were all family members with a well deserved reputation of being socially flamboyant. It is one of the great things about my family and I consider it to be one of their greatest qualities. As such, it was around 15 minutes after midnight and the topic of which university I was going to choose came to the forefront of the discussion. One of the people sitting at the table was my aunt who, ever cleverly, crossed the property line between our two houses wearing a sweater with Queen's University written in big gold letters on it when she came over for dinner. I guess I was to assume that this was some sort of clue as to where she was leaning on the matter! So we collectively talked around the table about the different pros and cons for Queen's and the other university in question. Finally, the phrase "Just do it!" (Nike) came across someone's lips and the room cheered in support in which I promptly followed suit. Queen's it was! And just like that the decision was made. Is it wrong that this decision was made in such an informal way? Is it wrong that red wine played such an important role throughout the evening? I think not and quite frankly I wouldn't have had it any other way!
Yours,
T
