I can’t very well store it in my office as usual—five weeks into the semester, I have yet to receive a key.
“I find solace in letting things go, letting things be silly and not perfect. “
I’m still afraid I’m boarding the wrong train.
It didn’t make me any less of a student or a person.
I stand stuttering in russet light, intimidated by the scornful bartender and the lack of menu. Am I just supposed to divine what’s on tap?
The seminar is the ultimate breeding ground for imposter syndrome.
Some days I think it would be a comfort to be the focus of a prophecy.
Even though I haven’t yet tried poutine and don’t really know where Manitoba is, I’ve observed enough fun quirks about Canada and Toronto to share.
Everything I tried on made me look like either a couch or a backup dancer.
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.