the post calvin

Rattlesnake in the Hallway

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.