5 Stages to a 5: The Reality of AP Exams

So it’s AP season! Yay!

Ugh. As a Canadian, AP exams are a huge waste of time. I’m not declaring my credits, and I really just took the courses because the normal stream of courses looked boring. Why not take on more work than you need to??

Anyway, if you’re an AP student, you’ve probably seen these books:

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I’ve read the AP Bio and AP Literature ones but decided that I should write my own version. It’s more applicable to the general AP stream, so hopefully, all will benefit.

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Let’s Talk: Growing up a weirdo, or How I Spent Most of my Childhood Making Business Plans

I spent a good chunk of my childhood trying to make money. The combination of living in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, being an awkward nerd with a ~limited group~ (no) of friends, and having a tendency towards productive boredom, I’ve collected hobbies the way an elderly woman might collect those horrific porcelain cat statues or dingy doilies. You know, the ones with the strange yellow stains and the ratty lace around the edges?

Anyway. I spent a lot of my childhood learning odd skills-knitting, scrapbooking, sewing, baking, giving massages, you name it, I tried the hobby (unless it involved running or sports). All was well initially, I’d pick up the skill and get decent at it, but then I’d always want more. I wanted more from the skill, from the world of the skill. I got bored easily. I’m not sure whether it was approval, or a new challenge, but it was rarely a desire for financial independence. Nonetheless, I started businesses. My first few entrepreneurial ventures were (shockingly, I know) fruitless. Guess that’s what happens when you’re a 6 year old that can only knit bookmarks. But I learned. I learned about working with computers and graphic design. I learned about marketing. I even learned how to manage people, with one of my more successful ventures; I had a team of other 7 year olds working for me one Christmas, and paid them a 45% commission of their sales. It wasn’t much, but with everyone trying to save up for Christmas presents, I had a decently sized team.

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The Kitchen Sink

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Growing up, my family drove the 9 hours south every year to visit my grandparents in Maryland. We typically spent about a week there, and the trip always had traditions; Liriodendron and Winterthur, late night swimming and golf cart rides. However, one tradition stands proudly above all others: The Charcoal Pit.

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Let’s Take a Break

March break is a gift from the gods. Really. For Canadians, the winter school term can be described as “dreary”, “cold”, “dark”, and “a petri dish for mental illness”. Which means, March break is the final hallelujah, a signal that everything is up from here. Typically it contains daylight savings time, so it’s the beginning of being at home while the sun’s still up. It’s a time of rest, relaxation, and reconnection. It’s an opportunity for productive boredom, a concept I advocate for greatly.

This was my last high school March break. It was kinda shitty at times, not going to lie, but the good parts made it worth it. I got to spend some time by myself, and rediscover what I love about reading, writing, and learning. I played with flour and sugar for almost a week straight, watched too much Netflix, and started writing for the blog Creators.co. There were girls’ nights, and cards nights, and nights where I didn’t sleep. I reconnected with a friend, got dumped, and saw an aunt I love dearly. I saw what my future looks like.

It embodied what March break is supposed to be.

We celebrated the future and closed the past. My “What-If” ended, and I realised that sometimes you have to do something to know nothing will come from it.  I apologised to someone I hurt and was lucky enough for them to accept the apology. I made a new friend. It was a March break of coming full circle, of new experiences, and of hopeful beginnings.

 

Vague? Absolutely. Seemingly pointless? Without a doubt. But worth it? Yeah. Yeah, I’d say so.

5 Alternative Uses for Your University Mail

It’s that time of year; the only time of year that grade 12 students actually check the mail. Checking the mail has become an anxiety-excitement filled habit, with every letter being an opportunity or a dead end. Ahhhhh, snail mail.

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This also results in having a lot of letters. And because of the societal value of these letters, you can’t really just throw them out. So, here are some alternative uses for university mail.

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Let’s Talk: You Have +1 Follower!

I live in a small town. It’s not quite farm-town small, or small town mentality small, but it’s small enough that there’s a general feeling of safety and warmth from the town. We have a lot of older members and young families, retirees and the such, and it’s generally quite peaceful. Yes, like any town, there’s going to be the jokes (Port Dope or Port No-Hope are both popular nicknames for the town) but, generally, it’s a peaceful place, and it’s a pretty good place to live-I can walk outside after dark without worrying too much, to give a general understanding. I’ve lived my life knowing that I’m lucky to be able to do so, and being thankful, as I know and understand that the vast majority of they world does not have that level of trust and safety in their town. Like the majority of girls, I’ve dealt with the cat calling and the comments on the street. Once, I was even Gollum-ed at in a game cafe. Honestly, it’s the kind of thing you just shrug off and ignore, which probably isn’t the feminist thing to do but it’s how I’m comfortable handling it, as confrontation is not my strong suit. follower_icon_insta-728x200.jpg

Wow, this post is a bit of a mess, and I’m sorry for that. But that’s why I created the “Let’s Talk” post series; I wanted a place where I could just put my thoughts down.

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I Have a Coffee Problem

I’m a little bit obsessed with coffee. It’s become a  joke in my life – my friends will ask me how many cups I’ve had(typically 5+), I’m generally downright grumpy if I haven’t had any, and the best part of my day tends to be the half hour I get to sit and drink coffee in the morning with my friends. Given the crazy reality that is the school I go to, lack of sleep is common, and coffee is the easiest (and most legal) way to keep up with the work and be awake in class. After you realise this at 14, there’s no going back. Prep school: where you act like a college student, but without the booze. or the frat parties. or really any of the fun things about being in college.

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Send help. I’m tired and stressed and require six cups of coffee to feel anything.

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