First Impressions Are The Most Lasting – Until You’re Betrayed (Part 1/2)

 A FELINE IN DESIGNER SHOEWEAR

Do you hate feeling lied to like Rachel hates breaks?

Do you loathe being misled down a shocking road of fingernails and palm trees?

Do you have a grudge against the whole ‘first impressions are the most lasting’ thing after being burned one too many times by people who initially seemed kind and wonderful, but turned out to be kittens in rain boots? (Nice for half an hour.)

Yes, you say?

Well. Be a good fellow and make room on the boat. I’d like to join you.

This is an incident concerning the greatest first-impression-deception of my adult life. Continue reading “First Impressions Are The Most Lasting – Until You’re Betrayed (Part 1/2)”

Why I Dropped Out of Queen’s University

THE FIRST TIME I FELL IN LOVE

I learned English when I was four years old.

After some careful instruction, I successfully wrote my first sentence in junior kindergarten with Mrs. Peters watching over me.

I remember looking down at the paper, oddly emotional and confused about it.

My pocket-sized mind then acknowledged the following truths:

  1. Writing is beautiful.
  2. Language is powerful.
  3. Words are life-changing.

That was the first time I thought: I want to change the world with words. Continue reading “Why I Dropped Out of Queen’s University”