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“Friends are supposed to help one another be the best version of you.”
— Chris
The Start of Second Year
Dear Porcellino,
"Your girl is back and ready to attack. Time to get my shit together and be keen, because keen people get shit done (that's my motto now). I moved into my apartment last Saturday (YAAYYY) and just spent the first few days fixing up my room and decorating it. Our place came furnished, but we didn’t get a microwave? So, we had to go to Walmart and get one ourselves and lug it back, it was HEAVY or maybe I'm just weak."
This is how I started this post when I first starting writing it 4 months ago. Funny how so much as happened in only a course of 4 months (but I'll be writing stories about everything in future posts).
The first person I saw (aside from Vivian and Maya because I live with them) was Krystle. She came over to our place to see us and she had her hair all nice and done. It was a new shade of brown up to her roots and it was cute. Later that night, Maya, Krystle and I went out to explore the area and we ended up going to CoCo for bubble tea. It was that day when Elaine sent us a message on the groupchat saying that she and her girlfriend of 1 year, broke up.
It was an intense moment in the our chat, mainly for me because I was the one providing my words of wisdom/advice and comforting her. I even quoted Wizards of Waverly Place when Theresa said "think of it this way: you're one heartbreak closer to happily ever after." I think someone called me out a few days later though LOL.
Honestly despite how much they all roast me, I'd like to say that I'm the most useful when it comes to relationship matters/advice. When someone's having some sort of issue, the collective motto is "Sara's got it" (at least for Vivian and Maya, because they're pretty useless and they know it, its okay, they're good at other things hehe).
We also went to Gil's house later that same night so we could all handle Elaine's situation together. Teamwork makes the dream work am I right? Elaine came over the next day and she didn't look as bad as we thought she would have, given her breakup and everything. We all (Vivian, Elaine, Maya and Gil) went to Brixton at night for their "Welcome Back" start of September event. It was our first time going to a club in Waterloo because we were all finally legal and could actually go in. It was fun; we dressed cute, took pictures, and I saw a couple of my other friends too!
Okay but the next day was a hard one, when Elaine came over she looked worse than she did yesterday. She sat on my couch and started crying, trying to avoid eye contact with us. It was the first time I've ever seen her cry because she's usually a troll, very nonchalant and doesn't show much emotion unless she's being mean or laughing at you. I kind of didn’t know what to do because she also doesn't like affection so the usual pat or hug that you do when people cry wasn't gonna work. It's okay though, because I just listened to her, sometimes it’s the best thing you can do; just be there.
What a start to second year, right? Sad parts aside, Vivian was an Orientation Leader, doing cute team cheers and helping first years move into their residences. I wanted to do it as well, but lifting fridges and moving heavy things for people is where I have to draw the line, I mean I can barely lift my own stuff when I had to move into my place, how could I help someone else?
I think the funniest part of the first week back was that Chino didn't a place to live (on the first day at least). Her parents bought her a unit in the new Sunview condos that were being built over the summer. We all called that it wouldn't be ready in time for her to move in September. But anyways, it wasn't a matter of her place not being ready to be lived in, the problem was: SOMEONE WAS ALREADY LIVING AT HER PLACE. Long story short, the real estate agent had her parents sign the wrong form. They signed a form allowing the leasing company rent out the unit on behalf of them, the owners, by mistake INSTEAD of a form that would allow them to rent out the unit on their own account or do what they please with the place. The guy living in Chino's unit already signed a 1 year lease too, but thankfully the company paid him a large sum of money to move out. She ended up crashing on my couch until he left. I still remember the way she asked. She called me sounding all sad and said, "Sara, can I crash at your place? Its only for one night," and inner me was thinking dumb bitch of course you can why are you asking.
And so, our place became the "common house" where everyone meets up at and comes over to ALL. THE. TIME. I'm not complaining though. Not like we could have it anywhere else because: Elaine's place is sad, she has a double bed frame with a single sized mattress and no storage closet so everything is on the couch, Chino's fancy unit is actually a micro apartment that's half the size of my place plus she has a roommate that her mom interviewed for her, Krystle's place is too far and she's living with 2 randoms and her cousin who's another story, and Gil's place is really cute but let's be real, ICON is really a play on word for: I (GOT) CON(NED).
I'm glad I get to live in a prime spot in Waterloo with lots of really good restaurants, bubble tea shops, close bus stops, and near Phil's too. But did I mention I live across the street from Laurier kids? Let's hope I can make those 8:30 AM lectures.
xoxo,
Sara Ahmed
September is OVER ALREADY?
Dear Porcellino,
I'm 4 weeks into school and I am behind in everything. I'm failing 9 classes but I'm only in 6. Please send help. It's co-op season here in the Loo and we are STRESSED. No one is following the soft deadlines for PD1 so we're just going to cram everything when the hard deadlines come around (NEXT WEEK).
Update: its now "next week" and PD1 is all due TONIGHT. Also I am no longer taking 6 courses, I dropped history, best decision ever. I'll deal with degree requirements later. I just did a midterm and I have another one tomorrow at 8:30am. You already know I’m back on my Red Bull addiction. SO GOOD.
FYI, I totally was mid-way through a "first week of school" post but then got slapped in the face with so much work that I had to put that on hold, but I'll continue it so you can see a contract in how I feel now vs when I first got here.
xoxo,
Sara Ahmed
Moving Out Of My First Year Residence
Dear Porcellino,
There you have it, my last documentation of first year: moving out. I feel like I can honestly say I really enjoyed my time living on residence. It was bitter sweet saying goodbye to my home of 8 months. We’ve made so many memories in that room, but the journey’s only just begun. 1 out of the 5 years is done, can you believe it?!
xoxo,
Sara Ahmed
The Last Night With Everyone
Dear Porcellino,
First year literally flew by, but at least I made some good friends I got to share memories with. When you live in residence, you're required to move out about 24 hours after your last exam. Vivian and I were suppose to move out together on the Sunday but my sociology final got moved to the day I was suppose to leave. So, the moving out sequence went like this: Elaine would leave first, then Gill, Chino, Maya, Vivian, and then I was last. I mean technically Krystle was last, but she was staying in Waterloo for another term so she was just moving a couple blocks away, not back home, so that didn’t count.
Because we were all leaving, we wanted to have one last night together, so we decided to use a groupon and go to a board game café. It was a really good deal because it covered out gaming fee and a drink. The decision to go out was pretty last minute really (like all the things we do, we're spontaneous like that). Before we left, Maya wanted us to take a group picture by the iconic REV sign, because that's what everyone does. And because we wanted an actual nice picture and not a giant group selfie, so we got David take a bunch of pictures for us. Also, even though it was April there was snow on the ground and it was cold, but obviously we didn’t want jackets in the picture so we had to take them off, because hoes don’t get cold, duh. After our little photoshoot, we took the bus to McDonald's first as like an early dinner snack because we were hungry. We then walked over to the board game café, gave our drink orders and started playing. I feel like no matter where we go, I still get roasted even if we're playing card games, SMH.
Before we went back to REV, we got some takeout and dropped by 7-Eleven to get a huge Slurpee which would later have vodka added to it. When we got back to our rooms, Gill, Maya and Elaine were drinking in Gill's room because her roommate finally left (hurray) and then Elaine came to my room to get high. The edible that she had was weed infused coconut oil which we just ate straight (it was gross). The first time we had it, we ate it with a cracker. We didn’t have crackers this time though. It look about an hour to kick in, but man, I had the MUNCHIES. You know what's actually a pretty good combo? Mr. Crunch and carrots. It’s a shit chocolate bar on its own, but with a carrot though, it's great. And it wasn't just baby carrots, Gill has like actual big carrots in her mini fridge. I couldn't stop eating it. I also had cucumber too because apparently Gill only has vegetables. At this point in the night, Maya's drunk and it's so cute. Complete opposite of when she's sober (not the cute part hehe, just the way she was acting). The story takes a turn when all of a sudden, Gill gets up and runs to throw up in the bathroom. And as the self-designated vlogger of the group, I recorded the whole thing on camera as Elaine held back her hair as chucks of cucumber and pink vodka Slurpee splattered all over the toilet. Despite being high, I giggled by way to the custodian closet and dragged the bucket and mop back to the bathroom. While this was happening some other girls were in the hallway and noticed that we were completely fired and drunk. All we said to them was, "Don’t come inside the washroom, please don't call the Duty Don." What a low point when WE have the ask the loudest group on the floor who WE call the Duty Don on, not to call the Duty Don on us. SMH.
After a while, Maya and I call it a night and head to our rooms to sleep. What's important to note here is that Elaine's mom already took all of her stuff from her room, so she didn’t have any pillows or blanket and on top of that she never sleeps with me. She's slept with Vivian, Maya and Krystle, but never me. So it’s the middle of the night, and I'm kind of awake, and I see her come into our room and sit on my bed. I give her some space because I'm nice and she just lies down, and then home girl pulls my blankets away from me. By the time is morning, Elaine basically pushed to the far most part of the bed that I was pressed against the wall. She got of bed before me (since she was officially leaving REV) and when she comes back to say a final goodbye, I got up feeling kind of funny and she's like to me, "Sara, do you still feel it?" Y'ALL WE WERE STILL HIGH WHEN WE WOKE UP. #HighHangover, it’s a thing. I was still buzzing and to make matter worse, I had to meet my landlord to give him post-dated cheques for my apartment and then, I had an interview!!! So yea, I went to an interview still high. And you know what? I got the job.
xoxo,
Sara Ahmed
A Line of Geese
Dear Porcellino,
This is one of my favourite videos. I love videos/moments when I'm too busy laughing to talk or explain something. We were on our way to McDonald's before heading over to the board game café. This was April, but the sidewalk was completely covered in snow, and I didn't want to walk on that. Instead, I started walking on the side of the road and then eventually everyone was behind be, walking in a line of little geese from campus. It was a fun time.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
“I’m gonna start going to the gym and eating healthy.”
— A recurring sentence said by Chino every few months
House Hunting
Dear Porcellino,
When I started first year, I wasn't really thinking about where I'd be living for second year, all I knew was that I was going to find a place with Vivian. What I didn't know was how long it was going to take us to find a good place and sign the damn lease. Long story short, it took us 5 months. I actually thought we wouldn't find a place in time, but we did and its so cute! Here's how the 5 months of house hunting went:
It was initially going to be 5 out of the 7 of us living together (me, Vivian, Maya, Chino, and Krystle). Elaine was going to live with her brother and Gill was going to live with her friend from Brantford. We found a nice looking place on Columbia with 5 bedrooms, perfect right? Turns out, Krystle ended up backing out of the whole roomies idea because her parents thought it would be more economically if she lived with her aunt. And so we were left with 4.
Elaine told me about Westcourt, a student residential area and let me tell you I've never seen such incompetency in a business in my life. I arranged a house viewing for a 4 bedroom house on Westcourt at 4 PM and when we arrived to the office, no one was there. I called the office and of course no one picked up. I then sent an email to the person in charge who I've been contacting and its not till we got home when we got a response that said, "Sorry we missed you, Our office closes at 4 PM." Inner me was like bitch what? I set this appointment with you at 4 and it was fine?? So we set a new appointment for 2 weeks later. A couple days before the scheduled house viewing, I sent an emailing saying, "See you on Wednesday," assuring that we'll be there. We go into the office and the guy's maintenance assistant is there and we explain why we're here. He's all confused because he wasn't expecting anyone so he calls the landlord (the one who stood us up the first time) and he obviously forgot he has a meeting with us, because 1, he wasn't even there, and 2 you could hear his confused angry voice through the phone. The maintenance assistant asked us which bedroom type house we wanted to see and we said 4. He said the only 4 bedroom home they had was being renovated, but he said we could still take a look. So you know what he does? He just gives me the key and is like, "Okay here, go take a look and bring the key once you're done." Like what? No tour? You’re just going to trust me not to run away? Spoiler alert: the place was gross and sketchy as fuck. I was so unimpressed by the entire management and professionalism with Westcourt, Like I get that you’re dealing with students, but damn we're people too, we should get some respect too? We're the ones signing the lease with you? In conclusion, I'm sure you've already guessed it, but we didn't choose that place for second year.
We spent some time reaching out to student housing agents and they provided lists of potential locations, but the rent was so high. I mean, to be fair, our budget was pretty low because we didn’t want to pay more than $600 per month, but still. We went to one house viewing where the lady showed up 20 minutes late, and we were waiting outside in the cold. Plus it was weird because the people who lived there showed her a lot of attitude, making me wonder if she’s even a good landlord.
The next place on Erb that I'm going to tell you about was so cute. The place was unfurnished but it was going for $400 a month. It was such a nice looking 4 bedroom apartment with 2 washroom AND the agent I was seeing was professional and punctual. She gave me a handshake and treated me like an actual client, even giving me a tour and everything, unlike the other place. Because this place was so great, we needed to let her know ASAP whether we would sign the lease because another group was interested, so it was basically on a first come, first serve basis. Now the problem that arose now was, Chino wasn't completely sure if she could live with us because she never asked her parents, EVEN THOUGH WE'VE BEEN HOUSE HUNTING TOGETHER FOR 5 MONTHS. Long story short, her parents bought an new apartment in the condo that was being built close to school. Needless to say, we didn’t get that 4 bedroom place on Erb.
At the end we were left with just the 3 of us, me Vivian and Maya and we found our home on Regina. It’s a 3 bedroom apartment with 1 washroom - small and cute. What's great is that the landlord is really nice too, so I don’t think we have to worry about sketchy landlord stories.
I'm so excited to move in! The countdown is 8 days until September 1st!
xoxo,
Sara Ahmed
The 4 AM Hospital Trip
Dear Porcellino,
No university experience is truly great without a trip to the hospital, especially at 4 in the morning. Don't worry, it wasn't for anything super serious. It was actually a scheduled appointment.
So basically, I have a track record for having really bad headaches since grade 12. Back then I'd get one at least every week, if not, a couple of day in a row. It literally sucks because I have to stop what I'm doing and just try to sleep it off, plus I get light sensitive. Its actually the worst and so annoying. My doctor in Toronto said they were probably migraines and put me on medication for it, but honestly, I didn’t find them to be that helpful, and now I'm all out for the start of the new school year. But anyways, none of the professionals who saw me could explain why I had these "migraines" or headaches or whatever you want to call them. They suggested I should get an MRI at the hospital, but because they need to be scheduled and there was no time to do it during the winter break while I was in Toronto, and they still needed to do the paperwork that goes along with it, they decided it would be better if I just go to the hospital in Kitchener because it would be easier. Turns out the only available time slot was at 4 AM on a Wednesday, 3 months after the break.
When the time came to go to the hospital, I got Chino to come along with me because I didn’t want to go alone. She's the only one who I suckered into coming, she's the best (thanks Chino!!). Since the buses start running at 5:30 AM and we had to leave at like 3:30, we decided to Uber there and take the bus back. I called the Uber and while he was arriving and we were walking downstairs, I realized I forgot my WatCard, which is my student ID that's also my bus pass. I told her to get into the car and tell the driver to wait as I rushed to go get it. When I got into the car, the driver was so sweet, asking if this was an emergency and if I was okay, because you know, all he can see is that he has to drive someone to the Grand River Hospital, through the emergency entrance.
When we got there, I did the electronic sign in and we sat down for a bit. Finally, someone calls my name and directs us to where we're suppose to go. We enter through these two big doors and walked down the open path. It was such a sad site, seeing people in hospital beds with people sitting right next to them. Once we reached the MRI waiting area, a woman took me to a little room and got me to fill out some papers then sent me back to the waiting area where Chino was. I was given the standard hospital clothes to change into: the huge shirt with the open back and really baggy pants. The actual MRI was super loud and I had to stay still for 20 minutes. Very uncomfortable situation, would not do again.
After we left the hospital, we took the bus to McDonald's for an early breakfast - taking advantage of the 24-hour service. We originally wanted burgers and fries, but apparently, they don’t do that at 5:30 in the morning (then what's the point of being open 24 hours??). We got breakfast wraps and lots of hash browns, it was a good bonding time. We took the bus back to our residence around 6:30 ish and slept until I had to wake up to go to English. Did I mention I had class and actually went? I'm such a good student.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
Slumber Party: 6 Girls, 1 Room
Dear Porcellino,
I don’t care what they say, you can most definitely fit 6 people in 1 traditional double room. Normally, there’s only 2 beds in a double room, hence the word “double.” As you can see, we’ve got another mattress which literally lives on our floor. That’s actually Mikel’s mattress, but since he left, we just took it from David’s room and never gave it back. It’s especially good for when all 7 of us are in the room studying. It’s more space to sit and in the case of a sleepover, more sleeping room. Even though we all had our own rooms, it was nice just crashing in one room all together #FriendshipGoals. Gill didn’t sleep over that night because like I’ve mentioned before we started to get closer to her in Winter, so January time. But when the time came, that was practically Gill’s place to sleep because her roommate was a, you know, not the best person, so she’d spend a lot of time sleeping over.
Also notice how nice and freshly red my hair was during this time #Throwback.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
Intensive Game Nights
Dear Porcellino,
The UWaterloo stereotype is that we're nerds who watch anime and play League of Legends. I'm already a nerd who loves anime, so playing video games would complete the stereotype. Unless Facebook games count. Let me tell you my friends and I were OBSESSED with these Facebook games.
It started off as innocent competition, trying to be on the leader board in the games in the group chat. Eventually, shit got REAL. Instead of the online leader board the game provided each time we played, we made our own leader board behind the door of my room - each long sticky note representing a game, and the ranks that followed. We started to be insanely competitive, trying to beat each other in all the games. It got to the point where we'd try to purposely make the other person lose, by calling their phone and sending texts. If you weren't so strong in one game (me) you'd focus your time on just one game and thrive there. I wasn't particularly good at the stupid word games, like how am I suppose to make so many words with only the same limited amount of letters?? Elaine for some reason, had to be #1 in almost all the games, it literally wasn't fair at all. You could hear Chino screaming from her room when one of us beat her score.
There was one game named Ever Wing that was the end of us. We spent nights, just playing that game for 6 hours straight, trying to beat each other and get the new high score. If you'd walk into the room, you'd just see the 4 of us (me, Vivian, Chino and Elaine) spread out across the room, just vigorously rubbing our finger on our phone screens, not talking at all, but with a couple of occasional screams and "FUCK, I WAS SO CLOSE!!" mainly from me. Maya was originally part of this all but because she was so low in the ranks, she just gave up.
The level of pettiness we had while playing was sending messengers around that let you know if someone beat your score. Once, after we had breakfast at the Bomber, we stuck around SLC for a bit because I had a shift to run the EntSoc booth promoting Mixer (our end of term event) (which cut into my play time SMH). I got my friend Chris to go over to the table we were sitting at so he could get my laptop since I was watching the booth and do you know what he said to me when he got back? He's like, "Your friends wanted me to tell you they beat your score on Ever Wing," and when I looked over to their table, I saw the bitches laughing. #Rude.
Just thinking about that wonderfully fun game gives me flashbacks, but taking the risk to play and getting a low score would 1, be embarrassing, and 2, lead to a road of addiction, again.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
“You say you’re over him, but your heart doesn’t mean it.”
— Krystle
Roaming for a Party
Dear Porcellino,
Here is video documentation of 4 party-less university students almost giving up on their fun Halloween night out. You can also see my selection of snacks I bought from that wonderful $1 vending machine. I was going to say that they should have that everywhere, but can you imagine the obesity rates if that happened? At this point of the night, Maya and I didn’t really care about the party anymore, if we found one, if we got into the Sigma party or anything. To be honest, part of me was secretly hoping that we could just skip the party and just go straight to the after party: McDonalds. What? Ya girl likes to eat.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
Halloween Weekend 2017
Dear Porcellino,
As an underage person with no valid ID during first year, I think I had a pretty good Halloween weekend. As I've mentioned before, Vivian's in a sorority and she does sorority things with her sorority friends. Part of the things she does is getting invited to frat parties, which we get to go to as well. This party that Sigma Chi was hosting was kind exclusive because you needed to be on the list to get in. #LivingTheVIPlife. The plan was we'd (Maya, Chino, another girl and I) meet Vivian at the frat house once she and the sorority girls get there. They were going to have a bunch of pre-parties and drink before the actual party.
The day started with me dying Vivian's hair blue in the girl's washroom while singing throwback songs. Because Vivian had to leave early for the pre-party I helped her with her costume and hair first. She dressed as Alice in Wonderland. She even bought a wig to go with her costume, but her hair was freshly coloured blue, so there was no need to cover my masterpiece. Once she left, the rest of us started getting ready. Chino kept coming back in forth into the rooms trying to decide what to wear. I went as a cat, yes I know #BasicCostume. Maya when as a devil and Chino went as Britney Spears from the 2000s. We took an Uber to the frat house and when we got there we noticed groups getting turned down for not being 19 or showing ID. I for one have this anxiety of being carded and turned away (even after I turned 19 because I didn't have proper valid ID since they don’t except health cards here, I would literally be anxious about going into bars or anyplace someone would potentially ask for my ID, even though I'm of age. It's all good now. I finally got my license). We called Vivian and she said that she was still pre-ing with the rest of the sorority and to wait till she comes so we could call go in together, since they wouldn’t really card each person of a big group of sorority girls. We walked around the loud streets, filled with university students in costumes ranging from fully covered onesies to half-exposed lingerie "costumes." The other girl we were with called her friend, asking if they knew of any party we could go to in the mean time. The new plan was that we'd go to another place for a party then go back to the Sigma Chi house to meet Vivian. The bus we got on was jammed with people, like all the way to the front door. People just squeezed themselves in, it was so crazy and full.
We got to an apartment building that had a lot of people in costumes going in and out of, so we assumed a party was happening there. There wasn’t. We sat in the lobby for a bit before I noticed that there was a vending machine that priced everything for $1. At this point I was getting tired, so I used my entry money that was supposed to be used to get into the party, to buy snacks. I mean, the only thing getting me through the night was that they said we could go to McDonalds on our way home.
Vivian called saying she's at Sigma and we're like well how do we get in? Chino called an Uber for us to get back to where we were in the beginning of the night. I over heard the people letting others in saying something like, "who on the list do you know? Call them and tell them to come out to get you in." Long story short, we realized we were at the wrong house. We were at the Laurier Sigma Chi house when we were supposed to be at the Waterloo Sigma Chi house which was two doors down and flashing green light. Chino payed my entrance fee because, you know I spent mine on chips and chocolate, and instead of showing them ID to match my name to their list, Maya's smart ass got us to just show our Facebook profiles which let them see our names and let us in. I mean, once you wave money in their face, do they really care who they let in?
Once we got in, we met up with Vivian and thus the night finally started. They got their drinks (I don’t drink, I got my trusty water) and we danced. For some reason I ended up adding a drunk girl on Snapchat, or what that Chino? I don't remember. We saw this really hot guy, who we assumed went to Laurier (because Laurier hogs all the hot boys) and is a football player. When we left the house, he was standing outside with a group of guys and as we walked past them, I don’t know what got into me (because I didn’t drink) but I touched him on the shoulder and said, "you are so hot." He's one of those attractive guys that already know their hot, like if you tell him, it just feeds their ego. He wasn't paying attention to what I said because he was looking the other way, but his friends were looking at me like, "what the fuck?" Oh well. I said what needed to be said.
Just so you know, we did end up going to McDonalds for food, but of course everyone else had the same idea because the McDonalds was packed. When we did get a seat, Chino start wiping our table and then proceeded to clean the next two tables beside us. If she wasn't in costume you would have thought she worked their because she cleaned so hard, it was as if she was getting a paycheck. It was really funny.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
Mikel’s Farewell
Dear Porcellino,
A couple of days after everyone on my floor at REV moved in, we had one more person move in, who also ended up leaving the school two weeks later. But those two weeks that we spent with him were really fun. His name was Mikel. He was this cute Spanish boy with curly hair and glasses who lived in Mexico, and knew German because he lived in Germany for a while.
Just as everyone does in high school, our floor quickly became divided into separate cliques. The two main big groups (excluding my group - the people were the girls of Study Glam Squad and a few other guys) were the "Baking Soda" and the "Aunties." When we found out that there was this new cute, yet smart physics guy on the floor, we made sure that he became part of our friend group.
The first time we all hung out as a group was when we went to the O-Week carnival. He and I won a game of darts and got an odd-looking green bear as a prize, which I ended up hanging on my dorm wall. There's an adult "love shop" close to where we live, so the first time some of my friends and I went, I asked him if there was anything he wanted and he just said, "surprise me." We got him the cheapest flesh light we could find, and when I gave it to him, he got us to each sign our names on it, to commemorate the people who got it for him.
The day I found out he was leaving was when I came home after having dinner with the EntSoc team. Since I passed by his room while going to mine, I dropped in to say hi. He was on his laptop doing something, but made it pretty clear he didn’t want to show me what he was doing, not yet he said. He said he'd tell me later. Little did I know I walked into him buying a plan ticket back to Mexico. At first my friends wouldn't tell me what was going on with him, they kept saying he'd tell me his self. Eventually someone told me that he was leaving UWaterloo. It was sad, I mean, we finally get a hot guy in our friend group and he leaves, how selfish. I'm just kidding, mostly.
On his last day, I got a few of our friends to go to a drop-in ballroom dance class, just to see if we'd like it enough to actually do it. We were at Columbia Ice Field (CIF), waiting outside for our friend, when someone thought it was a good idea to start a water fight. It started off as an innocent act of filling a water bottle at the fountain then into a full-blown attack on each other with the hose. I was literally drenched in water and I was wearing my good bra, which was completely soaked - thanks a lot Mikel. When we were back at REV later that night, people were going in and out of his room, helping him pack his things, which he was doing last minute. He had quite a few things he couldn’t take back because not everything fit, so he basically left them for us as parting gifts. He left his roommate David the mini fridge, AJ got Ou, the red tropical fish - he would be the new caretaker. If you ask me, I think I got the best "gift." He gave me his big soft and cozy grey body pillow (which I still use).
The last three hours before he left was hella sad. The dark double room was filled with 10 people, either crying, sniffling, or falling asleep, while sad music played. It's kind of amazing and weird how you can know someone for only two weeks but feel like you've known them much longer. Eventually, happy music started to play and we sang along and laughed, while trying to order pizza from Campus Pizza - the go-to late night pizza place. For some reason Chino was put on hold a bunch of times and they even hung up on her, which never really happens. She ordered a giant pizza, I think its one of their biggest. One slice was bigger than my face and both my hands.
Finally, when Mikel got the phone call that his ride had arrived, he hugged us each while we stood outside the doorway. We had this thing where we'd call each other "bitch" all the time. Like, "sup bitch" "bye bitch" you get the point. When he hugged me, he unclipped my bra for some reason that I can’t recall anymore, but it happened, just thought you should know the details. The guys helped him carry his stuff downstairs and we all went to the front desk with him as he turned in his room key. Before he left we were in like a semi circle around him by the staircase and he went around giving each of us final words. I was probably crying during some part of this because I'm emotional af, but he told me to always stay the way I am. We went outside and took a group picture, taken by the person taking him to the airport. As we went back inside and looked through the small glass window in the door, the black car drove off. But it turned around again and an arm stuck out of the passenger window waving back to us one last time before they left, for good this time.
Some of us went back to David's room just to grieve and I kid you not, the guys cried. It was such a sad sight to be honest. They were really going to miss him. But I mean with technology now, you're never too far away. It's just a matter of one phone call. Yea it was an upsetting night, but we had the whole year in front of us.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
FEATURE FRIEND: Meghan
Dear Pocellino,
I want to tell you about the first friend I made outside of residence. She's my Daisy Dipper sister and ARBUS bitch, and her name is Meghan. During Orientation, we were each given a colour and that would be our Orientation group for the week. I was given a yellow shirt, so I was a Daisy Dipper, which was my team name. Based off the O-Week map, my team was meeting at ML Green which as a new freshie, I had no idea where that was. Luckily there's a campus map on the Portal app that tells you where to go. There were already a lot of people on the field standing in huge circles with their colour groups and decorated flags. I walked over to the #DaisyDipper yellow circle and asked Meghan if anyone was standing there and she said no, so I stood beside her. A few minutes later, something happened, and I made a side comment joke and she laughed. I don’t remember what I said, but whatever it was, it broke the ice between two strangers, and we became friends.
I actually love and appreciate Meghan so much. She was my first ARBUS friend, for a while too, because I didn’t really have that many friends in the same program as me until she introduced me to some other people, including her roommates. I don’t know if my jokes are funny, but she laughs a lot, and its so nice because it's genuine. She's also really caring and considerate. Once, I had to go to the hospital at 4 AM for an MRI scan and you know, I put it on my Snapchat and she messaged me with such concern, wondering if I was okay. It was so sweet and sincere, I was glad I had friends who care about my well-being.
Meghan is like my hype man. She's my cheerleader. She's always celebrates my successes and makes me feel accomplished. She encourages me, gives me advice, and she's a great listener. She has such a kind heart and she's just an amazing friend to me. She does this thing where she'll be stressing out about something, but she'll keep telling you that you'll be alright. When I failed the accounting midterm and she passed, she was actually mad on my behalf on how I failed and she didn’t. It was cute, having someone care that much about something that I thought was no big deal #TrueHomie.
I can’t get over how considerate of me she is because whenever there's an assignment or quiz she'll include me in the study groups and be there to help me out. I was once over at her place till 4:30 AM doing an accounting assignment and while I was lying down on the bean bag chair in her living room, I saw her trying to figure out how to do one of my questions for me and I just thought to myself, "I'm so grateful." On my birthday, she sent me a message saying how she was glad we met and that it felt like we've known each other forever. I actually felt that because it was so true. I like her company, I love laughing and joking around with her, she's an awesome person to talk to.
Also just so you know, she makes some pretty good ramen actually. Even though she technically only adds pepper and just drains the water a bit, I think it tastes good. I mean, I’d eat it again.
Meghan is one of those friends that would be down to help you if you ever needed it and I for sure would do the same for her. I met a lot of people from during O-Week that I don't really talk to as much, despite some of them being in my classes. I cannot express how thankful I am to have met her and to be able to be her friend. I made some really good friends this year, and I'm happy to report that Meghan's one of them.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed
The Failed Tinder Date
Dear Porcellino,
I want to tell you about my first and last Tinder date. It was a Wednesday, November 1st actually. I remember because it wasn't a normal Wednesday where I'd wake up at 10:30 to make my 11:30 AM psychology lecture. It was the third day after I dyed my hair red, the day I got into an argument with a friend, and had to set up the Great Hall of the Student Life Center for EntSoc's Startup Showcase. Not really my usual.
Okay, so let me tell you how it all played out. The night before, I was talking to a guy who super liked me on Tinder, let's call him, I don't know… Tree, for the sake of the story. So Tree messaged me first and his message was, "I ran out of likes so I guess you get the honour of getting a super like." Um okay? It didn't register in my head at that time how many girl he probably swipes on that he ran out of likes, but whatever he was pretty cute. He was this 6'1 tall Asian guy with a really nice smile, so I was like okay, let me message you back and see where this goes. What basically happened is that he asked if I wanted to hang out the next day. He said it was too cold to go out anywhere so we should just watch a movie at home. He offered to watch something at his place but it would have to be after 9:30 PM because he had a physics tutorial. At this point I'm thinking, ou physics, you must be smart. But I'm also thinking I'm not going to your place at night because I don't want to Netflix and Chill, if you know what I mean, and be trapped in his place. So I said that we could watch a movie in my residence's TV lounge. Then he was like, "won’t people come in? Or were you planning on inviting people?" Of course I stupidly said, "no, no one comes in." I didn't mean to imply that we could/would be doing anything more. Later that night I started getting really nervous, because I didn’t want to have sex or anything. I told Chino how I felt and kept doubting the whole thing, wondering if I should cancel on him. She told be that I should be straight with him about what I wanted, but since I was being such a wuss, I got her to type and send it for me. The message said something like, "hey just so you know, I'm not looking to do anything." (Just so we're on the same level, "anything" means anything sexual). His response was comforting because it was, "okay same, I don't really do anything like that on the first date anyways" then he moved on to talking about which kind of movie we should watch.
Before Tree came over, I was in one of my friend's room just talking and when he texted that he's here, I literally screamed, "HE'S HERE!!!" and sprinted from the last room on the floor all the way to my room, which was the first door, telling Vivian, Chino, and Elaine that he was here. And they like, "yea we know, we heard you screaming."
When we got to the TV lounge, as I was attaching the HDMI cable to the TV, he told me he was in ECE (which is some kind of engineering) and asked what program I was in. When I told him I was in ARBUS, he said, "that's nice, make sure you find a job after you graduate." I laughed it off, but inner me was like bitch what? Anyways, I closed the door to the lounge but didn't lock it because if I needed my friends to save me, it would be open, just in case, you know? We went on Netflix to choose a movie and because he heavily insisted on not watching a horror movie, we ended up "watching" White Chicks. I put watching in quotation marks because not even 10 minutes into the movie, he leaned in to kiss me. We would makeout every 5 or 10 minutes between each kiss. So here's when I started to get uncomfortable and I mentally crossed him off.
While kissing me asked, "Have you ever given a blowjob?" So I said, " Don’t get your hopes up." Hello?? I literally told you I didn’t want to anything SMH. Then he was like, "Are you still a virgin?" Tell me, who asks that? I replied with, "Yea and I plan to stay like that," to let him know I don’t plan on having sex with tonight. And he was like, "In university? Okay.." #Rude. As we made out, he got a bit handsy with my boobs, but I was okay with it. But then his hands started to go south onto my pants, so I pull his hands back up like nah boy didn’t I say I didn’t want to? Then later he attempts to touch me down there again? Obviously I moved his hand and he's like, "sorry." Like fam I literally said no when you tried before. #OnlyYesMeansYes honestly.
Yea so during the times we weren't making out, he acted pretty immature and judgey during some of the scenes of the movie. Like, we're watching White Chicks for crying out loud, of course they’re doing some weird/gross stuff but you don’t have to act like a baby. But yea, I wasn't feeling his vibe and I was just waiting for the movie to end so he would leave. Long story short, I never talked to him again. Not sure how I feel about going on anymore Tinder dates after this one. Wish me luck on my future romantic endeavours.
xoxo
Sara Ahmed