It's
time to say goodbye to the teenage years as we continue this month long
retrospective of personal tales - one for each one of my thirty-four years of
life. I hope you've enjoyed the ride so
far. From chicken pox and library cards
to playing volleyball and getting lost in the streets of Montreal, it's been
fun reliving a lot of fond memories.
It's
actually amazing how my fondest memories have taken place in three of Canada's
largest cities. I visited Toronto when
I was fourteen, and visited Montreal when I was seventeen.
At age nineteen, though. I saved the best for
last.
You
see, at nineteen, I had bid high school goodbye after five...tumultuous
years. I was more than willing to leave
not just high school behind, but my hometown goodbye as well. I wanted to get as far away from all of it,
so I applied to as many schools as I could that were far away from where I was
currently living.
Or,
rather, I applied to as many schools as I could afford to. The fact that colleges and universities
charge you to send an application in is criminal!
Before
I tell you where I made my final decision, I will show you a few things. First, a snapshot of me, taken at my
graduation dinner in June 2000.
And,
this will be one of the last images you see of me in here. For whatever reason, I have no pictures of
me between 2001 and 2005. I guess I
really didn't like having my picture taken between that time. Though, don't I look snazzy in my rented
tux?
And
for pop culture tidbits...have a look!
#1 SONG THE WEEK OF 5/18/2000
"Maria Maria" - SANTANA f. THE PRODUCT G&B
"Maria Maria" - SANTANA f. THE PRODUCT G&B
I
suppose the Latino music craze expanded into the year 2000 as well. Though in this case, I had no
objections. I've always liked Carlos
Santana and think that he's one of the greatest guitar players ever.
#1 AT THE BOX OFFICE THE WEEK OF 5/18/2000
"Gladiator"
I
suppose that it was one of the biggest movies of the year, and I know quite a
few people who saw it and loved it. But
to be honest, I found the film to be not as good as other people made it out to
be. That's not to say it was a horrible
movie, but it's not a favourite.
#1 TELEVISION SHOW FOR THE 2000/2001 SEASON
"Survivor"
"Survivor"
When
the show premiered in May 2000, nobody predicted how huge it would become, and
many people see this show as the one that sparked the reality television
movement - whether they like to admit it or not. I will say, scheduling the second season premiere after the Super
Bowl? Genius.
So,
the biggest event of the year 2000 was heading off to university, and my choices
that I had applied to were the University of Guelph, Ryerson University, and
Carleton University. I never applied
for any community colleges because I was misled by a couple of guidance
counselors who told me that I would never find a good job if I didn't go to
university, so I felt pressured to apply.
You'll
learn in a couple of entries why I wish I never listened to them.
Anyway,
Ryerson rejected me, but Guelph and Carleton accepted my applications. And I had my heart set on enrolling in
Carleton's journalism program, but my GPA was slightly below the cutoff
point. So, I settled with mass
communications as my major with film studies as my minor. That way, I would at least be able to do
something with the media, which interested me at the time.
And,
well...I will say that during my first year of studies, moving to Ottawa,
Ontario, and meeting a whole bunch of people who I had never met before...it
was a little scary, but exhilarating at the same time.
Funnily
enough, I ended up sharing the same dorm floor as a girl who I went to high
school with named Jenna. Jenna and I
weren't particularly close at all, but she was far from being a mean girl. We just didn't cross paths that much. Of course, now that we were on the same
floor as each other, we got to know each other better, and I ended up liking
her by the end of the year.
Truth
is, I found it surprisingly easy to befriend people at Stormont House (the name
of our dormitory). My roommate, Grant,
was an awesome guy - and we were one of the only pairs of roommates who stayed
roommates during the whole year.
Everyone else swapped rooms at least once! We had our own course load, and went our different ways, but when
we were together, we always got along with each other. I also got to know Grant's pals, Kris,
Gabby, and Brooke, and it was amazing how all four of us clicked with each
other, even though all four of us were so different. They certainly helped me make 457 Stormont House feel like home
away from home.
We
got along so well that we crammed into a car and cranked up the Little Mermaid
soundtrack (that somehow Brooke had in her possession), and sang along to
"Under The Sea", cruising down Bank Street towards the Rideau
Centre. Sigh. You had to be there, I suppose.
I
also befriended a few of the students who lived off-campus - in particular a
couple of twins named Mandi and Meredith.
I can't say enough about those two girls, and they were both fantastic
people. I haven't seen them in years,
but I hope that they are well.
I
also reunited with an old classmate of mine.
Remember Orijit, the guy who moved away when we were in high
school? We were reunited at Carleton
University after years apart! I think
we spent a lot of time together catching up.
Good times!
But
as close as I was to Grant and his pals, and to Mandi and Meredith, I soon
found my own group of four friends who I hung around with during the whole time
I was in first year of university. We
went to the on-campus bars to celebrate birthdays, we hung out in each other's
rooms, and we ate lunches together almost each and every day.
(Oh,
and one thing about our dorm cafeteria.
They were divided into two sections - green and gold. My group ALWAYS ate on the green side. Let's put it this way. Would you feel better eating in a room that
was the colour of celery, or a room that was the colour of urine?)
So,
the four people who quickly became my Stormont posse were - in alphabetical
order - Dominic, an engineering student who was very quiet for the most part,
but when he had something to say, he said it with so much eloquence that he
wowed us. We had Kitty, a Hong Kong
born ball of energy who was always bouncing off the walls, but had a keen sense
of helping cheer you up when you were feeling down. Tasha was probably the one out of all of us who always seemed to
have a smile on her face, even if things weren't really going well for
her. And Thaila...Thaila was probably
the very definition of bohemian.
Marched to the beat of his own drum, played in a band, and definitely
very open. In fact, Thaila was the very
first person I befriended in our group, followed closely by Kitty, Tasha, and
Dominic.
But
here's the difference between high school and university. In high school, groups tended to hang out by
themselves. In university, everyone was
welcome. Dominic had two engineering
friends named Gillian and Lynne, and they quickly became close. Kitty and I befriended a guy named Revin,
who also started hanging around with us.
I saw "The Exorcist" remake with Tasha and a mutual friend of
ours named Jon. Dominic and I took film
studies together, where we befriended a girl on our floor named Rebecca, who
was incredibly wonderful. Sarah and
Jan became popular because we all hung out in their room which was literally
twice the size of ours (lucky ducks!).
And our 27-year-old graduate student of the Stormont House 4th floor,
Joseph, also worked at the cafeteria, so he was friends with everybody!
(True story: Whenever Joseph worked on the build your own sundae station on Sunday evenings, he always used to sneak in an extra scoop for us 4th Stormont people. Thanks for that, Joseph!)
(True story: Whenever Joseph worked on the build your own sundae station on Sunday evenings, he always used to sneak in an extra scoop for us 4th Stormont people. Thanks for that, Joseph!)
Really,
the experience of dorm life at Carleton University could have been
disasterous...but all in all, it was such a great experience. Everyone was so mature, they treated me with
respect. I had never experienced
anything like that before in my life, and it was something that I had to get
used to.
But
because of having so many people who really liked me for me really made me come
out of my shell. I helped paint our
floor mural. I worked for the residence
newspaper (which had a bit of a unhappy ending, but not everything could be
perfection), and yes, I even went to classes and found study buddies to help me
with midterms and exams! What, did you
think that all I did in university was socialize? I did learn a lot as well!
They were also there to help me celebrate the birth of my third and
final nephew...and helped me deal with the loss of my grandfather in April 2001
(My other grandfather died nine months earlier in July 2000).
Of
course, in life, there are always going to be people you don't get along
with. I had some verbal sparring
matches with one of the girls who lived in the dorm next to me, and honestly, I
have no idea how I even developed a beef with her in the first place, but she
reminded me a lot of some of the snotty girls I went to high school with -
thinking that she was Queen of the World, and how nobody could measure up to
her. No loss there.
(Though
I was friendly with her roommate, Candice.)
And,
I certainly had no nice things to say about the guy who tried to incite a race
war against the school by posting some racist memorandums on the walls. I'm amazed he didn't get kicked out of
school. And considering that his roommates
were African-Canadian, I'm amazed he didn't get his ass kicked!
If
I could have, I'd have lived in 457 Stormont House for the rest of my
life. Not because it was the nicest
place in the world - let's face it, metal beds and concrete walls are never a
good look - but because for the first time in my whole life, I found people who
really got me, and who really understood me.
It was such a wonderful feeling!
Even
now, I get really misty eyed thinking about it. It's been fifteen years since I have seen any of these people,
and I don't even know where they all are now.
But if any of them happen to be reading this now, I want to say thank
you for the friendship you showed me.
Thank you for making me feel alive for the first time...ever. You probably may not even know who I am, or
how much you helped me, but you all made a huge difference.
After
all...it's been fifteen years and I STILL KNOW YOUR NAMES!!! That's how much of an impact you had on me!
Yeah,
nineteen was a fantastic year. One of
my greatest years ever.
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