I realized, in the process of this cleaning expedition I have undertaken, how much I have changed since entering University. I found, for example, my calculator buried under a pile of papers I haven't looked at since Grade 12. This was odd, because in high school I used to rely on my calculator to the point I recall asking it the meaning of life a few times (much to the chagrin on my parents, but it's not my fault I didn't inherit my dad's ability to do complicated binary calculations in his head or my mom's ability to rattle off multiplication tables of triple digits off the top of my head) In University, however, since MAT135 forbid the use of calculators, I eventually conditioned myself to do whatever small calculations I needed to do in other subjects in ym head or along the margins of the paper, like I used to before I got the calculator. I suppose one reason I got used to the calculator is because it was a very good one, simple to use, yet it could do 5 gazillion types of calculations. Plus, it survived all the abuse I threw at it, which tends to be rare amongst things I own.
Another thing I stumbled upon was my digital diary. I remember this thing being the thing to have back in Grade 5, a precursor to the Palm pilot, in a sense. I was never much into fads, but this one caught my fancy. To my credit, I did keep it after the craze had died out, and dutifully continued to use it until I received an upgrade a few years ago.
I should make a time capsule, and look back on it once I've graduated from U of T. At the very least, it would be fascinating to see the kind of man I used to be.