This is kind of silly, but I wanted to re-post something that my old school paper wrote about me a little while back. It's a "What Ever Happened To?" sort of piece, which is sort of simultaneously flattering and horrifying, but I was quite excited to be included.I did my undergrad at Queen's in Kingston, and I have to admit, I have a lot of school spirit. I still have my tam. I can still sing the school song, which is partially in Gaelic. I know we're mostly known for being really spoiled and flipping over cars these days, but I had a great time at Queen's (and still have the student loans to show for it). Kingston is an amazing town, and if I were to ever leave the-centre-of-the-universe-that-is-Toronto, that is probably where I would want to go.
There was (and I would imagine, is) a terrific literary scene at Queen's (including a now-defunct chapbook press run by my ridiculously talented friend Devon Lougheed, with which I loaned a hand in my last couple of years). I ran a poetry reading series called The Open Box Literary Society (yes, that was actually what it was called) and even organized a one-hour poetry contest in a locked-down room in the engineering library one year (several professors kindly donated their time as judges -- the article mistakenly states that it was a competition between professors).
Also, Queen's boasts the Grad Club, arguably the best live music venue in Canada (it almost won the CBC contest for that title! I voted a lot). The Grad Club alone would have made it four fantastic (and boozy) years at Queen's.
Anyway, all this cloudy-eyed nostalgia is basically my very long introduction to this piece that I meant to post back when it was written:
The article about me (and two other people, scroll on down, I'm the last one)
Because I am vain, I was happy to see that they used a photo of me, especially a really old and strategically-shot-from-above one. Hooray! In it, I'm standing on the steps of the now-demolished Queen's Journal House. They knocked it down a few years ago to build a mondo-student-centre that will eventually cover a bazillion city blocks in Kingston. It nearly broke my heart.
This whole post is pretty much just me mooning around clutching old yellowing copies of the Queen's Journal and sighing loudly. I promise real posts are coming soon. In the meantime, check out the article.
**Also enjoy the fact that while having that photo taken in my fourth year, the photographer and I took that one first, and then spent 40 minutes taking a bunch of ambitious but unusable pictures of me in a tree on the lawn. I bruised my inner thighs (ouch) and nearly fell on my head. This is why writers don't climb trees. Life lesson: use the first photo. Profound, yes?








