| rev:text
| - It was the best of times and the worst.
Standing in the center of the city hall skating rink, singing songs in hindi at the top of my lungs and staring at the star studded sky. Climbing statues and laughing until 8 am, brunch, and repeat.
It's so easy to get lost at a university that boasts 50,000 students, and some of your lectures are 600 strong and lacking any form of seminar. I became enamored with the night life and drank to keep warm, while resisting going to class because the 25 minute walk in frigid weather was too much for my body to handle. While the University offers many interesting courses, that can be small (Italian Cinema...8 students...FUCK YES!), the way many of the courses are structured makes it very difficult to succeed.
It takes a lot of will power and knowing exactly what you want to study to succeed at this university. I found that with Canadian schools, this felt like the norm. Coming from the United States, I had grown accustomed to the concept that you go to school, figure it out through trial and error, and fall into something that you excel at or enjoy. At U of T, I felt pressure immediately to choose something specific and just get to it.
I dropped out.
But thanks to University of Toronto, I now know that if I choose to return to school at any point, as an old fart, I know what I do not want from an institution.
|