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Dear First Year Students

9 Sep

I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed seeing all of you last night.

I live close to the University of Toronto, surrounded by Frat Houses and late last night I got to witness some amazing things.

Here are a four of events I loved so much!

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1. Paint Party Man. I loved the guy that was walking down the street covered in different colours of paint. What party did you come from? Was that part of a Frat initiation? Do you need any help getting those colours out of your clothes? Was it planned or spontaneous? Was there even a paint party or were you just painting your room?

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2. Love Birds. The guy and girl couple walking down the street. How long will you stay together? Did you meet tonight? What conversations did you have that made you think, yeah, he is worth my time. Are you going to your place or his?

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3. Fancy Ladies. The girls dressed up coming from a Frat house. They all looked so lovely, and awkward at the same time. Trying to play it off like they always wear these clothes, even though a few parts of the outfit do not match, and they look just a bit uncomfortable.

Ladies, you all look beautiful, and trust me, it is a good thing you girls are going home together. Although those frat boys might seem so cool right now, you are saving yourself having to fake that you enjoyed it.

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4. Boyz to Men. The two guys walking together to the frat house, double-checking the address to make sure this was the right place, taking a deep breath before they went into to house. I could see them gathering up their strength so that they complete the mission in front of them- seem cool, and attract a lady.

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Memories that Make me Smile

30 Aug

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October 10, 2006

Yesterday I fell asleep smiling. I thought about all the good things in Guatemala, all the people I met and the experience I had. The kiss from Josephine, the kind eyes of Hilme, hiking to the church with Fernando, the walk to the pick-up truck that takes me to the city, running through the coffee fields, playing soccer with the boys, swimming in the pool while it was raining.

 

The day that I watched the football game, and then went to a friend’s house, sat on the dirt floor and watched a Latin soap opera on a small T.V. It was that day that I truly felt a part of the community. Writing and reading by candle light while watching the windy rain. The huge lighting storm that happened on the 4th of July, and late night talks about life and love with Josephine and Hilme. Going to Carolina’s garden, and Rene’s humour and smile. 

 

I am so lucky to have all of these memories as Polaroid’s in my mind.

 

I hope they are well.

 

Truth is what I speak, love is where it comes from.