“I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.”

Shakespeare’s glaring indictment of the lifestyles of the young leaves me feeling rather sheepish. I haven’t had the misfortune to get a wench with child, I haven’t knowingly wronged the ancientry, I certainly haven’t stolen anything and, unless you count the urge to correct Canadians’ grammar, I haven’t done much fighting. As I slip into the cosiness of a daily routine, I can’t help but feel I’m doing my generation a disservice. As ‘wenchless’ and untypical as they were, the past few weeks haven’t been all bad…in fact, this year abroad is quickly becoming one of the most remarkable experiences of my life.

Canadians bat it around all the time. ‘Toronto is like New York…