Art by Hayley Schmalz

I hated Laurier the moment I set foot on campus. It was too small, modern and ugly and I couldn’t be bothered to socialize amongst sorority and fraternity kids because I thought that was all this place was made up of. It was populated with over tanned girls carrying oversized Aritzia brand TNA bags, pashminas, UGGs, and they outnumbered the guys approximately seven to one.

That was about four years ago. As a jaded seventeen year-old who had recently trimmed out the familiarity of high school, be it academics or friends, I was expecting something more than what I was presented with. I was expecting the trivial, juvenile antics that would come with supposed independence but to that end something else was missing; it suddenly seemed like I made a mistake. I had the opportunity of a scholarship at Carleton and the prospect of being a journalist right out of the gate; I picked Laurier so my finances would be less cumbersome. (more…)