MINDSALAD

150811. the end of an era.

Dear Windsor,

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to explore. To grow. To fully understand what it means to be carefree. To drink.

Can’t say I’m not ecstatic to leave. Because I am. I’m glad that I have officially completed my MBA. I’m beyond excited to begin medical school next week.

But you have taught me so much about what it means to be independent. To be faced with new challenges and know that no matter what, I will be able to overcome them.

I grew up shy. And although I thought outgrew those roots over the years, you have taught me what it means to be able to be truly convivial. You have provided me with the confidence to walk up to anyone from any walk of life and believe I have the capacity to socialize about anything. Because of you, I am now able to get up in front of a stage, no matter how large, and have absolutely no fear about delivering a presentation, even if I don’t know anything about the topic.

You have taught me how to carry myself in a manner that people will take me professionally. To walk the walk and talk the talk.

For everything that this year was, I am grateful.

Thank you.

120711. festival epicure.

Just to clarify, as fun as the photos in the last post may be, my classmates and I were actually at Festival Epicure volunteering for a charity organization named Pathway to Potential! Basically they are a local initiative that assists in poverty awareness and reduction in the Windsor-Essex region. Notably, the proceeds from our efforts at the festival went towards supporting local community gardens, a healthier alternative to canned food at food banks.

If you want to find out more, please check out my group’s website at http://www.wix.com/pathwaytopotential/epicure.

P.s. The website and the photos are actually created/taken by yours truly! :)

120411. naked michelle.

I live on a corner house. About one block south of the university. I’m actually still considered to be on campus. Hell, the university gym and the Kinetics Building is right next to me and the university bar is across from me. So as you can imagine, I live in a high traffic area.

Some nights, I hear the drunken hollering. “MICHELLEEEE” they scream. I usually roll my eyes and laugh at how it’s a Tuesday and they’re drunk. Or on Wednesdays, I want to kill myself, because at 3AM I still hear music blaring and some stupid girl bitching about how she’s going to get her boyfriend to fight you. On the rare occasion, I get the pleasure of hearing K-squared pass by with his infamous cackle laugh.

See none of this is really an issue. Except for the fact that I have this terrible habit that I change with my blinds open. Haha. I mean, I don’t do it intentionally. I just never saw it as a big issue in the past, because who looks up at the 2nd floor window anyway. But here, I live in a bungalow. I should probably be more careful, unless if I want to have Stalker #4 enter my life.