Rez Story
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pretty much based on the fact I could get my own rez room. What did I know. I might have gone to Queen's or Western, but neither could give me my own room, and if there was one thing I knew I didn't want to do at university, it was share my space with another. Rez life started out in Founders infamous "G" house. We had our own self-appointed "priest" - our residence Don who claimed Italian ancestry. He would bless us and offer us mock absolution for our "sins"...whatever they might have been. We addressed him as Father. At Christmas we decked our tree with beer bottles. The conifer was also hung upside down from the ceiling for effect. We took nude photos of ourselves and sold them to the women in rez as a fundraiser. They were professionally done by a photography major in Fine Arts. I still have them. Our money maker was quickly shut down, however, by the residence tutor on the basis of general tastelessness. Though I remember none of our customers complained. - The Editor
There was a lot of stress to living in rez, and we all had our ways of coping. For some it was the video games room; for others, "Purple Jesus" parties; for me - it was sunflower seeds. A pack a night. I was hardcore. I would lie in bed every evening, honing the art of turning pages while handlessly cracking seeds, extracting the meat, and spitting the shells into a container beside my bed. Rita di Ghent [BFA'86] |
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