Well, my name is Samie. Short for Samantha, although the only people who really call me by my full name are my mother and stepfather, whom I live with currently. I live in their basement, eat their food, drive their cars and in return, I go to school, cook, clean, do laundry, you know the normal trade off for such circumstances.
I attend UofT - which is supposed to be one of the most highly regarded universities in Canada. At first, the whole idea of attending this university was surreal to me. When I got in, it reassured something in myself, my admission letter was like a certificate congratulating me, telling me I’m smart, and that all my hard work in high school actually paid off (not to brag or anything, but I also got into all of the other universities I applied to: York, Ryerson, Memorial University of Newfoundland and St. Mary’s <3 - but for reasons that seem to confuse me sometimes, I picked UofT as the base for my undergrad degree). However, after almost two years of tuition, books and hard work put into furthering my education at the University of Toronto, I’m left wondering why I even bothered going there in the first place. But, in the end, I appericate how far I’ve come, and defintiely am honoured to even be in university. One of my favourite things to do is walk around campus and watch people, wondering to myself, is this person the future of this university? Or how about the one that’s going to find a cure for cancer, or AIDS? Prime Minister of Canada, even? I often doubt my place in this school, especially after working my ass off on a paper, only to discover my TA (who really can’t communicate ideas in English very well) thought it was “inadequate”. I got accepted into UofT for Criminology, something that I’ve wanted to study since middle school because really, law is a passion of mine. However, I wasn’t actually accepted into the program, just the school. Which sucks, since I’m currently still working my ass off for the chance to finally take some classes that excite me and make me tingle.
I’m not going to lie, I love this school. The city life has definitely grown on me. I love the old buildings, I love the hidden treasures, I love the many pubs on campus, the dozen libraries scattered all over the place, the people that swarm from class to class totally oblivious to everyone around them and I love the subway. One of the downfalls being the long ol’ commute I make everyday, it gets to me sometimes. I also love how I looked up yesterday, while riding the subway, and my psych prof was sitting next to me. And I love how he didn’t know I skipped this lecture to go to a study group. I love the profs that come to class and give lectures on material that excites them! Excitement seems to be contagious when one knows how to convey it correctly. For example, this year I’ve taken political theory by Professor Lippincott. This man is a genius and has made the likes of Plato, Aristotle, Machiavelli, Hobbes and Locke a newfound passion of mine. He’s witty, energetic and so full of knowledge that for the remainder of my years at UofT I’m going to take one of his classes. He found a way to strike something in me, to make these philosophers and I connect somehow. And I think that is what university is all about. Finding something you are passionate about, and going with it. (oh, and switching your major every time you take a class that strikes this passion in you)
Another passion of mine is definitely English. I didn’t take any English courses first year, but second year I decided to take a second year Canadian Short Stories class. And just as I suspected, I’m hooked. I’m driven to change my major, or at the very least to add ANOTHER minor. We shall see what the summer brings, and evidently whether or not I am allowed to enroll in some criminology courses next semester.
So I guess that’s just a little bit about me. I’m a very honest and laid-back person and I’m definitely still trying to find my “place” in this world. So I will try my best to bring something new – right after I get a midterm out of the way tomorrow
