Endless Summer

Summer cyah done. Kes was right.

I mean sure, the earth can revolve around the sun the requisite number of times, and in places where temperature is dictated by seasons, there will be noticeable chill in the air, but that doesn’t mean summer ends. The spirit of summer is always tucked away in the hearts and minds of students looking forward to months of freedom, people with wanderlust that seek new adventures and men who yearn for shrinking hemlines.

About them grades though...

Am I the only one who is getting anxious about their grades? I’m fighting the compulsion to check and re-check to see if grades are posted every 2.5 seconds. The only thing that stops me is the niggling thought that maybe; just maybe I might not actually be happy when I see them.

 It’s not that I doubt my intellectual capabilities, but any undergrad student will tell you, when it’s time to study there is an infinite list of things that suddenly require your urgent attention. 

The White Witch of Rose Hall

There is nothing particularly frightening about a beautiful 4’10” Caucasian woman dressed in red galloping through the Rose Hall Estate in Montego Bay Jamaica. Nothing at all… Unless of course she’s been dead for hundreds of years, and she answers to the name Annie Palmer.

Eat A Food

Before I inadvertently acquire legions of enemies, I'd like to preface this by saying:

A Woman's Place Is In The Kitchen

It would appear that I'm turning into quite the feminist these days, and with good reason. Here's the context:
I'm a student at one of the greatest universities on earth. It's a bubbly melting pot of various ethnicities and nationalities which makes for stimulating discussions and opportunity for cross cultural integration. I suppose that it is with this in mind that the school instituted Culture Day. There, staff and students have the opportunity to sample cuisine from as far as Nigeria and close to home in Jamaica.