Last night, the strike came to an end after a month, the longest strike in University of Toronto history. Both sides decided to go to binding arbitration because we were at an impasse over the language of the agreement. Now it goes off to a neutral, third-party arbitrator and we wait to see what the outcome is. The whole thing ended up taking so much more time and effort than I had originally believed, that most days I found myself physically and emotionally drained.
The strike was full of frozen fingers and toes. It was full of warm coffee and fire barrels. It was full of new friends I would have never met. It was full of new understandings of the living conditions of my peers less well off. It was full of passion. It was full of fear. It was full of frustration. It was full of uncertainty. It was full of juice boxes and warm samosas. It was full of early mornings and late evenings. It was full of creativity. And it was even full of laughs. It had high points and low points. It had beautiful, brave undergraduates and faculty who stood behind us. It had misunderstandings and anger from those who wished to bring us down. But above all it was full of solidarity.
But now it’s time to try to heal and get back to our lives. And that means getting back to knitting. Here are some of the goodies I have in the works and on the needles. Hopefully with my free time back, I can get these finished up soon.