Wrapping it up: lessons from five years at the U of O

illustration by Devin Beauregard

IN MY FIVE years at the University of Ottawa, I have been a part of things I never would have dreamed of when I first applied for admission into the university. There is no memory like watching your parents pull away in their car and realizing, for the first time, that you are an independent adult. There is no memory like walking full of excitement into residence, realizing that this is a whole new world to discover and explore. There is no memory like that first sip of beer with your roommate, and then waking up the next morning feeling like you need food or you might die—and then realizing that you can’t wait to see what else this place has in store.

It only gets better. As I leave this place, I pass on these tips to those of you who will be here long after I’m gone, in the hopes that your years will be as good as mine have been.


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