By: Hailey Findlay In my first year of university, I developed my first addiction: coffee. It wasn’t so much that I liked the taste. What I really latched onto was more the wide-eyed, jittery energy. If I scheduled my cups just right, I could avoid getting too sick from the seven cups a day that pushed me through a full day of class followed by a six-hour work shift (topped off with a study session ending at 4 a.m. of course) only to begin it all again the next morning with a fresh cup of joe. I chose this vicious cycle, and…
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[caption id="attachment_1207" align="alignnone" width="940"] Photo Credit: Talha Qadir[/caption] Hello, my name is Tessa, and I’m a workaholic. That might not sound like such a big deal, or even something very negative. But being able to admit this to myself recently…
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