In 1997 I finished my last semester of journalism school at Ryerson in Toronto.

I was unsure of my talents and uncertain where I was going at the beginning of that semester. I knew a few of the people but not all since I flunked the year behind. I spent half the semester as a reporter and the second half doing lay-out of the newspaper. I was a columnist. I loved what I was doing and the people I was with were amazing as well.

A former classmate posted this on Facebook and a huge flash of good times came back. I miss those days but love where I am now.