A certified lover boy once titled an album “nothing was the same.” If I were to look for a phrase to dub what life at Osgoode has felt like since March 2020, I might reach for that one.
While no doubt a pithy problem in comparison to larger ones the pandemic has presented, the loss of the Osgoode community my 3L peers came to know in our time on campus has been a tough pill to swallow. Acknowledging that my cohort may never get to experience each other’s company in the same way we once did, my wish is that Obiter can go some way to fostering the same warm, convivial spirit I came to love while wandering the halls.
To the 2L’s who served as guinea pigs for our shift to remote education, I commend your resoluteness; you had to parse through the rules of civil procedure on your own, a task only a masochist could appreciate. To the incoming 1L’s who face a similarly grim future, lean on your upper year peers for support — we’re here to help assuage your anxiety.
I hope our planned return during the winter term can open the doors to the moments of levity that were so abundant during my 1L year. Whether it was being tipped off to food being left in the JCR by the Food Communist Facebook group (don’t let it die!), witnessing Mock Trial in person, Obiter’s board game nights, or indulging in a muffin bottom-side first at the Bistro, life on campus is full of promise! Rose, if you’re reading this, I have found it in my heart to forgive you for offering me the wimpiest quarter-chicken piece the Bistro has ever seen while blessing my friend Michael with what could have been confused for a full chicken. Past culinary grievances aside, best of luck to everyone for the year ahead!