This is super embarassing, but I've never actually been to this museum, which happens to be right in the middle of the McGill campus. Also, as I discovered Friday night, it's also Canada's oldest museum.
And really shouldn't I have gone into most the of buildings of my own campus?
SO I DID.
I would have probably never actually gone to the museum, but Saturday night was flashlight tours! Starting at 11pm, every hour on the hour, you could get into the museum and do a visit.... in the dark. So I grabbed my awesome POWE co-president, Vanessa, woke myself up (this was the same evening as iron ring), and we headed for "a night at the museum, where everything comes alive," as Vanessa put it. Clever girl.
Turns out we didn't make it to the 11pm entrance, but instead went to the midnight one (maximum darkness outside, right?). I learned a lot of cool stuff about McGill and Montreal, downloaded a flashlight app on my phone due to pitch black-ness, and saw the biggest collection of rocks and shells I've ever seen in my life. And also a lot of embalmed animals.... that looked a little too real and alive in the darkness.
Here's the only picture I took due to no lighting whatsoever and no flash allowed... It's Vanessa and I in the first Canadian lecture hall, located near the entrance of the museum. Before the lights were off. Before things came alive.
12.11.12
#38: Get my iron ring
Wow I have super duper neglected this blog. Fortunately, I'm coming back strong with a tear-jerking story: how I got my iron ring.
Let's do a little reflection on the last 5 years. I've cried my weight in tears about 10 times, I've lived weeks in the library (and considered getting my mail delivered there), and had countless meals from vending machines. It has not been easy. But how did I keep motivated, you ask? I think I've been around my hockey-playing brother too much, because I started using visualization. Apparently a lot of them do that before a game. Focus on winning, seeing yourself make the right plays, blablabla sport talk blablabla. Anyways. My visualizing was iron ring ceremony. I saw myself walking up to my dad, him putting it on (usually, in my head, he also had one tear strolling down his cheek for dramatic effect), and so on. I just kept thinking that when I got to that, I'd be almost done. I'd be an engineer. I'd wear it til I died. (Let it be known I wish to be buried with it if I die before I have children. Otherwise, let it become a family heirloom to be protected WITH. THEIR. LIVES.)
Well Saturday, that all came true. Minus my dad crying. Sorta.
Iron ring is a tradition for Canadians who graduate with an engineering degree. There's a big ceremony with rituals and all (top secret!), culminating in receiving a ring. The ring is put on by another engineer, someone who also has a ring (hence my dad... yay forestry engineering!). The ring is worn on the pinky of the engineer's writing hand, to "seal" calculations and signatures. It represents the weight of our responsibility (falling bridges, Chernobyl, etc...) and so on. Also there is a legend, which I like to pretend is true, that the rings are forged out of the remainders of the Quebec bridge (it fell a gazillion years ago TWICE because of calculation errors) to remind us not to get complacent in our work.
Anyways I'm a huge dork clearly, because I think this is all super cool. Also yes, I'm such a girl, I went into engineering for the jewelry. Obvs.
Saturday I stood and performed all the rituals. I took my ring to the front of the room, gave it to my dad, and he put it on my pinky while reciting something that I forgot cause I was too entranced in the moment and also I was searching for tears in his eyes. He definitely choked up, but so did I.
It has been a totally crazy, horrible, wonderful, and life-changing experience. And now I have this super cool ring to remind me every day of how I can accomplish absolutely anything I want.
Let's do a little reflection on the last 5 years. I've cried my weight in tears about 10 times, I've lived weeks in the library (and considered getting my mail delivered there), and had countless meals from vending machines. It has not been easy. But how did I keep motivated, you ask? I think I've been around my hockey-playing brother too much, because I started using visualization. Apparently a lot of them do that before a game. Focus on winning, seeing yourself make the right plays, blablabla sport talk blablabla. Anyways. My visualizing was iron ring ceremony. I saw myself walking up to my dad, him putting it on (usually, in my head, he also had one tear strolling down his cheek for dramatic effect), and so on. I just kept thinking that when I got to that, I'd be almost done. I'd be an engineer. I'd wear it til I died. (Let it be known I wish to be buried with it if I die before I have children. Otherwise, let it become a family heirloom to be protected WITH. THEIR. LIVES.)
Well Saturday, that all came true. Minus my dad crying. Sorta.
Iron ring is a tradition for Canadians who graduate with an engineering degree. There's a big ceremony with rituals and all (top secret!), culminating in receiving a ring. The ring is put on by another engineer, someone who also has a ring (hence my dad... yay forestry engineering!). The ring is worn on the pinky of the engineer's writing hand, to "seal" calculations and signatures. It represents the weight of our responsibility (falling bridges, Chernobyl, etc...) and so on. Also there is a legend, which I like to pretend is true, that the rings are forged out of the remainders of the Quebec bridge (it fell a gazillion years ago TWICE because of calculation errors) to remind us not to get complacent in our work.
Anyways I'm a huge dork clearly, because I think this is all super cool. Also yes, I'm such a girl, I went into engineering for the jewelry. Obvs.
Saturday I stood and performed all the rituals. I took my ring to the front of the room, gave it to my dad, and he put it on my pinky while reciting something that I forgot cause I was too entranced in the moment and also I was searching for tears in his eyes. He definitely choked up, but so did I.
It has been a totally crazy, horrible, wonderful, and life-changing experience. And now I have this super cool ring to remind me every day of how I can accomplish absolutely anything I want.
10.10.12
#31: Go apple picking
Another week, another thing crossed off my list! POWE visited an apple orchard for Thanksgiving and it was AWESOME.
We took a cute little trailer/truck transportation to the section with Cortland apples. I picked the biggest apples I've ever seen.
Major con though... Now I have 10 lbs of apples to eat. And every time I offer one to a friend, I get a total Snow White flash. Except these apples are less red but way way bigger.
Also, if you aren't there to pick 1000 lbs of apples... it's a pretty short adventure. So I think it's one I'll repeat when I have little kids so a) it will feel like a whole day event (because really between lunch and naps and all that jazz, a two-hour outing with kids really is "all day") and b) I can turn it all into applesauce (read: get my dad to turn it all into applesauce).
We took a cute little trailer/truck transportation to the section with Cortland apples. I picked the biggest apples I've ever seen.
Major con though... Now I have 10 lbs of apples to eat. And every time I offer one to a friend, I get a total Snow White flash. Except these apples are less red but way way bigger.
Also, if you aren't there to pick 1000 lbs of apples... it's a pretty short adventure. So I think it's one I'll repeat when I have little kids so a) it will feel like a whole day event (because really between lunch and naps and all that jazz, a two-hour outing with kids really is "all day") and b) I can turn it all into applesauce (read: get my dad to turn it all into applesauce).
8.10.12
An Interview with Myself
I've been experiencing a lot of mixed emotions about the next step in my career. For those who don't know, upon completing my engineering degree in December, I'll be heading to Toronto to pursue Fashion Marketing and Merchandising. I'm excited to do something I feel passionate about, but I'm obviously nervous to leave the stable, cushy life of engineering to the crazy, unpredictable world that is fashion and writing. So to create a bit of vision and feel more encouraged and positive about the move, my advisor recommended I try interviewing "future me"... What kind of things would I have to say? How would I explain my dramatic switch? What would I be doing?
It helped a lot. I feel like all my confidence is back, like I can make my wildest dreams come true. Why?
Because I say so.
Disclaimer: May contain traces of exaggeration. Just a bit.
Disclaimer: May contain traces of exaggeration. Just a bit.
As I arrive to the interview, she is already seated, simultaneously flipping through the latest Vogue and reading today's issue of the New York Times. Weird combo? Not when you're meeting the always surprising Elisabeth _____ (fill in blank with my future last name, as I plan to chuck Perron out the window as soon as I get married - too hard to pronounce), nee Perron, accomplished author, celebratd magazine editor, and overall, one cool empowered chick. On the eve of her twenty years of career, we're here to discuss the early days.
Interviewer: Describe the last twenty years of your career in three words.
Elisabeth: Ambitious, non-traditional, and passionate.
I: You mention non-traditional. For those unaware, you actually studied engineering in university. What gives?
E: Engineering was this big challenge for me, almost a forbidden field. When you keep getting told it's demanding and so difficult, and so few girls do it, it provokes one of two reactions: you do it or you bolt. To me, it was almost like a dare. I said, "Challenge accepted!" So I did it.
I: And how did you progress into fashion from there?
E: About halfway through my program, I realized it really wasn't for me. Like Lizzie McGuire taught me with her rhythmic gymnastics, just because you can do something doesn't mean you love it. I still finished my program, mostly for completion's sake, but in my last year I crafted my escape: found my perfect job, the right program to get me there, and I broke the news to my parents.
I: How did they take it?
E: Not so well! In their defense, engineering has job stability, good money, and some prestige. So to shove all that aside is definitely not something parents want for their kids. But in the end I think they saw how miserable I was, so they agreed to let me try it.
I: What was that dream job at the time and how did you discover it?
E: Working at Glamour as a features editor.
While I was studying engineering, I had started keeping a blog with little blurbs of writing, pretty clothes I liked, etc. For me, it was about balance, writing funny silly things to balance my very serious major. But I found myself really enjoying it, I got good feedback, and so I started thinking maybe I could do this as more than a hobby.
I: But why Glamour?
E: I remember the first issue I ever read, September 2009 with Jessica Simpson on the cover. (Shoutout to my cousin Adrienne who gave it to me and started my Glamour love story!) I read it cover to cover, and felt this huge wave of relief, thinking, "Wow, there are other girls who think JUST like me!" It was this amazing mixture of fashion, wit, pop culture bonanza, and topics that empower women, which are all things I care about in my own writings. I never found another magazine that came even close to how I responded to Glamour.
I: So to get there, you pursued an associate degree in Fashion Marketing and Merchandising. Why not a writing program?
E: There were a few aspects to that decision. First, I didn't want to go back to school for another four years. So a program lasting only a year and a half made more sense. Then I felt like this program would give me lots of options and possible job opportunities. I remember reading an interview with Amy Astley (editor-in-chief of Teen Vogue) saying that her first job was with House and Garden. I feel like sometimes you have to take the backdoor to get in, not the obvious route. So I didn't start with my perfect job right away, but my fashion education was so diversified, it got my foot in the door. And I eventually made it to where I wanted to be!
I: Well your path certainly emphasizes the "alternative" approach.
E: I think my path turned out to be my greatest asset. It gave me a different perspective on everything and it definitely helped me stand out!
I: Considering that you did make it to Glamour, any words of advice for those trying to make it in a difficult career path?
E: Don't give up and use your differences to your advantage! I was president of the club for women in engineering in university, and it really opened my eyes to the empowerment of women. It made me want to help women discover things that aren't normally discussed in "girly" magazines: science, technology, etc... Combining that with my fashion background and love of writing gave me a winning combination! Glamour was already very focused on promoting women and all the cool things we do, so I'd say finding the right environment to foster your passion is important too!
I: I have noticed that a lot of your philanthropic work involves female empowerment.
E: I don't think girls know what they're capable of! We need to take what we want, aim higher, and move the world forward. But we can't do that until awareness is raised about those fields where women are in minorities, until more information is made available to help us... So really that's what my career has been dedicated to. The advancement of women. With a pinch of pop culture references.
29.9.12
#6: Dance on a bar
This is probably the one thing on my list I'm most ashamed of. And I blame Coyote Ugly for making it look so fun.
So I'll keep it short and sweet and just say it's done. No need to discuss it ever again, or do it ever again.
So I'll keep it short and sweet and just say it's done. No need to discuss it ever again, or do it ever again.
15.9.12
I love: desert boots
Desert shoes, my new obsession. I discovered them last winter, but now this fall they are everywhere (making it easier for me to buy and love).
Enjoy.
As I will.
Enjoy.
As I will.
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| J.Crew - They can do no wrong. |
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| These babies are the ones that sparked my passion for desert boots. |
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| Love the details. |
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| They're a bit quirky, but I heard they're incredibly comfy. Might need to try them on... |
| I like the sporty feel of these. |
12.9.12
#34: Go out every night for a week / #14: Attend the engineering bus trip to nowhere
Since my first year, I have heard the legend of students going out every night for an entire week. I always wondered who did that (and mostly how). Well since school only started last Wednesday and clearly the first few days are unimportant, I decided to see if I could turn myth into reality.
Our wild week began Tuesday, the night before school. Monday was left out due to Labor Day and the fact that I'd just flown back from vacation. All week, outings were planned, all leading up to the engineering bus trip to nowhere on Saturday. Now before I tell you lessons learned from this epic week, a bit of info on the bus trip!
There is a long standing tradition in engineering at McGill in taking the bus trip to nowhere. The idea is to board a bus that takes you to a small town bar, where the participants proceed to drink it dry. It's also called DUSTED (Drink Unsuspecting Small Town Establishment Dry) at other universities. I missed the bus trip last January, expecting to do the one in September................ which doesn't exist. Oops. So I went, panicked, to my friend Ashley. I guess my despair at the idea of not finishing my list got to her, because she came back within an hour with a solution: do Concordia's DUSTED. And so we did friends. SO. WE. DID.
5 things I learned during my week of wild nights:
1) One does not simply plan to go out every night for a week.
Out of the five nights planned, only 2 went according to plan. I think the people who live out this experience simply have it happen to them. You can't plan. You must simply do. And drink.
2) Ashley makes a damn good going out buddy.
She followed in this week of adventures fearlessly.
3) A full week of no sleep and alcohol will get you sick. Most definitely.
As I write this, I am surrounded by kleenex and Tylenols.
4) Never do DUSTED again. But tell future generations the story of this epic night.
There were 900 people. 900. That is bigger than the full army of men from the story of 300. Just sayin'. This is how intense the night was: after standing in line for an hour and a half, we got inside to pick up our shirts. We had just enough time to throw them on before someone came toward us with a bottle of alcohol (shot #1). Then we walked forward to someone offering us mini cups (shot #2). We got on the bus, were offered a beer, and immediately had to chug it. And that my friends, was before we even left Montreal toward our secret location. I can't betray the secrets of the night, but I will tell you I got home at 4 and still haven't fully recovered. No lie.
5) Confession: I now feel like I've lived out my youth fully.
Yes it's silly to say! But this one week of being extremely crazy, going to bed late (or early depending how you see it), meeting people, juggling responsibilities and carelessness... it was stupid.
Stupid good.
Our wild week began Tuesday, the night before school. Monday was left out due to Labor Day and the fact that I'd just flown back from vacation. All week, outings were planned, all leading up to the engineering bus trip to nowhere on Saturday. Now before I tell you lessons learned from this epic week, a bit of info on the bus trip!
There is a long standing tradition in engineering at McGill in taking the bus trip to nowhere. The idea is to board a bus that takes you to a small town bar, where the participants proceed to drink it dry. It's also called DUSTED (Drink Unsuspecting Small Town Establishment Dry) at other universities. I missed the bus trip last January, expecting to do the one in September................ which doesn't exist. Oops. So I went, panicked, to my friend Ashley. I guess my despair at the idea of not finishing my list got to her, because she came back within an hour with a solution: do Concordia's DUSTED. And so we did friends. SO. WE. DID.
5 things I learned during my week of wild nights:
1) One does not simply plan to go out every night for a week.
Out of the five nights planned, only 2 went according to plan. I think the people who live out this experience simply have it happen to them. You can't plan. You must simply do. And drink.
2) Ashley makes a damn good going out buddy.
She followed in this week of adventures fearlessly.
3) A full week of no sleep and alcohol will get you sick. Most definitely.
As I write this, I am surrounded by kleenex and Tylenols.
4) Never do DUSTED again. But tell future generations the story of this epic night.
There were 900 people. 900. That is bigger than the full army of men from the story of 300. Just sayin'. This is how intense the night was: after standing in line for an hour and a half, we got inside to pick up our shirts. We had just enough time to throw them on before someone came toward us with a bottle of alcohol (shot #1). Then we walked forward to someone offering us mini cups (shot #2). We got on the bus, were offered a beer, and immediately had to chug it. And that my friends, was before we even left Montreal toward our secret location. I can't betray the secrets of the night, but I will tell you I got home at 4 and still haven't fully recovered. No lie.
5) Confession: I now feel like I've lived out my youth fully.
Yes it's silly to say! But this one week of being extremely crazy, going to bed late (or early depending how you see it), meeting people, juggling responsibilities and carelessness... it was stupid.
Stupid good.
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