The first person I met on campus at UBC was a Christian, and it’s because we were introduced by my atheist father.
I’ve been going through my old journals recently. It’s a fun thing to do from time to time; I get a glimpse of the person I was – fifteen years ago, seven years ago, six months ago – and it’s interesting to see how I’ve changed. Re-reading my diaries is always an enlightening experience. Sometimes I remember inside jokes, sometimes I rediscover an important moment that stuck out to me at the time, and sometimes it’s just hilarious to see how atrocious my spelling used to be.