‘I’m not a robot!’
By Kirsten Scott-Wuori, Columnist
Did you forget to wear a shirt today? Did you wear too many shirts today? Were you so hungry after lunch that you found yourself eating barely-trash Timbits from the cafeteria garbage can? Did you get your period in any memorable way? We want to know about it. We know that there are times in your life when you look at yourself and you can barely believe the shameful person looking back at you—but don’t worry! There’s absolutely absolution in sharing. Get it off your chest. Send us your most cringe-worthy confessions at humour@theotherpress.ca, and spread the shame.
The beginning of the semester is an exciting and terrifying time when you are in college. For me, the fresh start of a new semester is eclipsed by the sheer terror of starting over. All of a sudden the comforts of last semester are gone and a new routine must be formed—including the meeting and remembering of fellow students’ and professors’ names. It’s a lot of pressure—my memory is the worst.
My first class of the day on the first day of the new semester this year—early morning, not a good time for remembering things—the prof had us play an icebreaker game where we interviewed a fellow classmate, and then presented the information we gathered to the rest of the class. (Side note: I hate presentations.)
When it was my turn to present, I stood up in front of the class and introduced “Josh Stevenson.” I talked about his extracurricular activities, his major, and his dog, Norman. After I finished, “Josh” stood up and re-introduced himself to the class as Kevin S. Smith.
I was so mortified that I was still beet red by the time I caught the bus at the end of the day. I mean, people should wear nametags if they want me to remember them. I’m not a robot!
—Jessica, 2, New West
