I got my graduation photos done today. I got a haircut (my hair is now short) and my hair looked so pretty. The salon even did my makeup for free! I was feeling great about the way I looked. When I left to go get the photos, I felt a raindrop. Then another. Then a few more. Suddenly, I was caught in a downpour. I raced to the photo studio. As soon as I locked up my bike, the rain stopped and has not returned.
Sometimes my luck is really strange!
Although, if I am being honest, looking like a drowned, unhappy rat (fink) holding a diploma is a strangely accurate way to portray my time at McGill University.
I just took what may have been the worst exam of my four year university career. Then I took the metro home and saw a man playing guitar for a little girl who was dancing, and an old couple holding hands and looking very much in love. I smiled and felt a little bit better.
There is a big strike going on at McGill right now. Its been about eight weeks since the whole things started. The union is MUNACA: the lowest-paid workers at McGill, whose jobs range from lab technicians to secretaries to library staff to general support workers. The administration is refusing to negotiate with the union and life is getting increasingly harder for folks who just want fair pay.
The whole ordeal has been wrought with injustices and foul play on behalf of the university, and shit is only continuing to hit the proverbial fan.
Heather Munroe-Blum, the principal of McGill, sent out an e-mail to the entire McGill community yesterday saying that MUNACA members were acting hostile towards elderly alumni at a Homecoming event, vandalizing property and throwing objects at alumni and administration. She condemned their “criminal activities” and McGill security even had a union leader arrested by police.
The hostile actions? A rousing chorus of “Solidarity Forever”. The vandalism? Handing out fliers and putting stickers on signs. The objects thrown? Flowers.
This institution I attend makes me sick to my stomach.
I facilitated a workshop on consent and sexual harassment at McGill today in Redpath Hall. A beautiful room, but all the walls are covered in paintings of old, ugly white men who once ran the place.