Awakening to the seeping sun through the partially curtained window behind me, this morning delivered itself with an aura of excitement. Proving to be one of the nation’s capital’s warmest days thus far, the 6:30am alarm clock was accompanied already by the scurrying of feet through the fourth level halls of Stormont residences.

With a quick shower and a swing out the door, it was off to the gorgeous Carleton dining hall, only to be appropriately met by an order of fried eggs – sunny side up. No sooner nourished for the morning, did an eager group of Shads embark into the morning sun, bound for the Minto Centre for Advance Studies in Engineering-the site for the mornings events.

Having received the latest headlines in the form of none other than interpretive dance, did Shad Speaks commence. Describing experiences from the fables of Aesop to the commitment of the Duke of Edinburgh Award, each Shad was left pondering, yet inspired. Contemplating life all before 9:30, workshop groups were formed, as I prepared myself to learn the science of robotics. Laced with captivating knowledge, intricate machinery as well as firsthand experience with the technology itself, the seminar broadened the already bursting ranges of interest within the group.

As yet another fantastic meal was consumed, it came time for a Red House project gathering to begin, as our Friday deadline rapidly approached. Customary to the group (as well as the envy of all other houses), the meeting began with each member hugging two others, before tumultuous productivity ensued. With long hours of brainstorming, rationalizing and conglomeration propelling into the evening, Carleton Shads were presented with not only insightful discourses on sustainability and public presenting alike, but a dramatic work as well.

Presented in the beautiful architecture facility, I felt privileged to the share the stage with fellow thespians, sharing the theme of sustainable living from an incredibly proactive group known as the Otesha Project. At last, to mark a stamp on yet another day for the journal was the Green House hosted late night – a celebration of activities brimming with recycled newspaper costume contests, games of Twister, and salsa dancing alike.

Tonight, I recollect in a state of both astonishment and gratitude; astonished at the capabilities of a group of young people, so driven as to change their world for the better, and ever grateful to thrive in their presence. As night falls in the Ottawa Valley, I know I have never been further from home, yet closer to my dreams.

Nicholas Fleming
Shad Valley Carleton University
Hometown: Corner Brook, Newfoundland