“ I do not mean to be sentimental about suffering—-but people who cannot suffer can never grow up, can never discover who they are. That man who is forced each day to snatch his manhood, his identity, out of the fire of human cruelty that rages to destroy it knows, if he survives his effort, and even if he does not survive it, something about him and human life that no school on earth—-and indeed, no church—-can teach. He achieves his own authority, and that is unshakeable. This is because, in order to save his life, he is forced to look beneath surfaces, to take nothing for granted, to hear the meaning behind the words.
James Baldwin. Down At the Cross: Letter from a Region of My Mind. The Fire Next Time. 1963. (via homonoire)
(Source: childrenofdrexciya)
“ Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view.
Mr. McCullough
It’s funny looking back to a year ago and being so clueless about what was going to happen to me. I guess everyone was right when they said it would all work out in the end.
As I said before: the people I’ve met, the things I’ve done, the memories I’ve made—I’d never trade it away for a different university experience.
Status Check.
Alright, I’m feeling comfortable with this new environment. I’m getting into the swing of things and things are feeling pretty good over here in Canada. Classes aren’t too crazy (though I had my first pretty late night…and first midnight mcdicks run) and the people here are super welcoming.
Now what?
Get out there and get involved.
