THE WELDON TIMES

A quarter of the way through the 21st century, we stand surrounded by slop. We are near-universally severed from the tangible creation of things. Instead, our productivity is abstracted to emails, spreadsheets, and Word documents. Most manufacturing of the things around us has been offshored, and, wherever it occurs, it is devoid of craft. This is our Faustian bargain for greater efficiency.

I’m tired. Physically, emotionally, socially – tired. Tired is an understatement; I’m certifiably exhausted. At Schulich, I’ve developed an interesting quirk when it comes to stress: I don’t sleep. Other people can turn off their minds, and savour those coveted six to eight hours of unadulterated relaxation, while I lie in my bed, watching the clock as the seconds tick to minutes and minutes to hours.

My mind always craved high-impact movement. This made things like cardio circuits, spin class, and Pilates a perfect fit. In these spaces, I was part of something bigger than myself. When I made space for movement, I found community.

When I was eight, university felt impossibly far away. As a kid, just a week felt like a year. But as the weeks turned into months, and months into years, my undergrad came and went in a flash. So much life happens between point A and point B, and yet we look back and wonder how things flew by so quickly. Even during undergrad, the idea of being a working lawyer felt like a lifetime away.

Egbeyemi attempts to connect with a dearly departed friend who died by suicide, and he urges others to reach out for help.

With leaves that looked almost spider-y and gentle white coned flowers – which are not flowers at all but specialized leaves called spathes.

Something I’ve had to remind myself is that grades don’t define your worth or potential as a future lawyer, and it’s okay to feel lost.

You know that school has gotten Real, and it’s time to Lock In. Coping with stress is essential for maintaining long-term health.