Personal Narrative-A New Way To Canada

In my early tween years, I had won a National Canada Day Poster Challenge set by the Government of Canada to show what Canada means to me. I spent hours after school on trying to make this poster represent my identity, my history, and how I see the future of Canada. My little heart exploded when my art teacher broke the news, and I remember sitting on a stool in front of the poster smiling giddily as my father talked to the Minister of Canadian Heritage about what would come next. I visited the nation's capitol for the first time with my family the coming summer, and the experience was unforgettable. We toured the Parliament, the Peace Tower, and we saw my poster hanging in the Children's Museum of Ottawa on that trip. It was the first time

It was a polluted, blazing hot morning and I felt like I had just been working out for the whole night. As I got ready to go to school, putting on my pollution mask, and taking my bike out, I was concerned not about the teachers and getting lost, but about fitting in. This wasn’t perfect Canada anymore, this was chaos filled, contaminated, messed up China! Everyone was so different from the people in Canada, they spoke quite rudely, they wore shaggy cloth, and their shelter was very traditional compared to the ‘modern style houses’ in Canada. You could say that my school was a giant playground with a playground mansion and an additional indoor playground. As I entered the humid environment of the Mansion, strange figures zoomed around

Harpers Island. A place I never imagined myself going back to. Not after all the shit that went down there. Too many bad memories for such a small island. Yet, here I was, on the ferry, heading back to that very island. If that wasn’t surprising enough, the only reason I was going back was because my father was getting married again and decided that Harper’s Island was the best place to do it (bullshit). Most of the guests attending were on the bride’s side of the family. All of them were hot-shit lawyers and judges and doctors and basically everything my father wasn’t. He lucked out though, his words. When I received the invite, to say I was hesitant would be the understatement of the millennia. I almost decided not to go. I was so close.

I came to Concordia due to its quiet, laid back nature campus. The $15,000 a year for being Lutheran and it being only an hour and a half away from my home doesn’t hurt either. My hometown happens to be on the Island, it’s called Massapequa. That is where I live with my parents and three sisters, two of which are my triplets, something not many people know. As for my major I plan on majoring in middle education, grades 7-9. This is something I had considered before but, I settled on this after the school offered extra scholarships if I went on this path, and it was also something that felt right for me. I am a part of the Men’s Glee Club as well as gospel knights, this alludes to my obvious love for music. Currently I want to pass all my first

I originally heard of Carleton from one of my acquaintances who, quite humbly, thinks of himself as a beacon of sanity and truth in the mists of a degrading culture. He presented me with an article from a far-right news site as “PROOF that these goddamn SJW’s r [sic] takin over!!!”, wherein Carleton was accused of being anti-christian, anti-liberty, and anti-god for its B.A. in Human Rights and Social Justice. Surprisingly, I was not swayed over to his viewpoint by this irrefutable and entirely unbiased example of modern society's sins. Rather, I chose to research Carleton on my own and found a small, elite liberal arts college with a lot of personality. Instead of a haven of treasonous communists, fanatics bent on destroying gender, and foaming-at-the-mouth

I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of

Living in Prince Edward Island, as a citizen, I have a lot of concerns for the future of my land. In the province of Canada, voices for confederation are coming out. This idea sounded exciting at first, after all who wouldn't want a strong country that unites all people, but for us things are different. Imagine if we handed our money and resources, or even right and prosperity to the government, how much would we get back. Our voice would still be unheard since we are of small population, very insignificant in the united government. We are already stable in development, with all these timber, farming, ship building business and more as we are developing a strong tie with Britain and United States. I’m worried that if we joined, our peaceful

In the past years, I have travelled a lot, but never to as civilized an area as Toronto. I have been to Cuba, the Dominican Republic, Eilat, and Mexico, all touristic sites with no real city aspect to them. Lined with hotels and resorts, these destinations may appear grandiose at first, but upon closer inspection signs of poverty are evident where the hotels end. However, when I first arrived in Barcelona, I knew something was different. It was not a tourist trap; instead the place was instead a bustling metropolis with (relatively) high standards of living. Barcelona was the first city I have visited that can truly compare with Toronto back at home. Yet, there are a few major differences between the two. First of all, the age of the construction of the cities makes a huge impact on how they look. Next,

If I was a European thinking about moving to the New World, I would base my decision based off the images and descriptions that were available. One of the images that would deter me from migrating away was a piece of artwork done by Jacques Le Moyne. His picture entails a group of natives who are trying to fight off a fearsome looking alligator. Theodore De Bry describes them plunging a pole into it’s mouth and turning it around so they can stab their stomach. He goes on to say that the natives have to watch out for them day and night because of how frequent they appear. Since I don’t really know how to defend myself against such creatures, I would be afraid to live somewhere where danger is constant. I also would not want to deal with vampire

Most of my peers spend their time on the computer watching a movie or going through social media. However, after the college search began for me, at the end of tenth grade, my nights were spent going through college websites. It was one of these “college binges” at the beginning of eleventh grade when I learned of Carleton through College Board’s website. My first action was to visit Carleton’s YouTube channel and watch videos that revealed the environment and people of Carleton. Impressed by the awareness and mentality of the Carleton community, I then went to the college’s website to read about the curriculum, extracurriculars and other opportunities. At the end of my research process, I knew that Carleton embodied all the academic, intellectual

I still remember that frigid day in December when we disembarked from the plane I will never forget that day. That day I felt very strange in the airport. There were so many people with different faces, skin color, hair, clothes, and languages. I met an immigration officer. He turned to me and said, "Welcome to Canada." I replied, "Thank you." I was very pleased to hear these words, and he asked how do you feel, I replied, I'm happy and lucky." At that time my feelings were mixed. He understood my feelings. On my first day in Canada, I had many experiences. Why Canada? Canada is one of the peaceful countries in the world. It’s a land of immigrants where it has unique culture and diversity which can be found throughout the country. We respect

For nearly my entire life I was a quiet, shy, and reserved person. I was afraid to put myself out there or talk to new people. At the end of February, I was preparing to fly to Ottawa for Encounters with Canada, and I would be surrounded by new people. When I stepped off the plane a few weeks later, the nerves were really starting to kick in. I found the representative and found myself waiting on a bench next to two girls who only spoke French. Eventually, a chatty group of girls came off their plane and sat down further on the bench. My mind went blank, I couldn't spend a week alone! Then a thought popped into my head. No one here knew who I was, for all they knew I could be the most outgoing person on the planet. So I decided, that's exactly

British Columbia, Canada — is where the small family of three would be spending their two week vacation. The trip had not been planned too thoroughly, and in fact the location was picked strictly because Charlie had decided to throw a dart into the map. It was easier than trying to pick a specific place and Charlie didn't particularly care where he ended up, so long as he was with his family. After everything that had happened in the past year, Charlie felt that he, Sloan and their son deserved time away from the chaos in Boston. It would be great to do something as a family, and Canada would be the perfect place to relax.

When I was younger I spent my summers up North in a little town where my family had a cottage just a few blocks away from lake Michigan. I do not remember a summer that we didn't go up North. The town has perfect beaches, the best hikes, and the cutest stores. When my parents told my brothers and I that they had decided to sell the cottage I could not believe it. When they told us that in two weeks we were going up north for the last time to clean the cottage up and to meet with a realtor I was even more upset.

Our family’s immigration to Canada started with my auntie. She is the first person came to Canada in my family, and then my uncle, my auntie’s family, and finally my family. She works as a nurse in Saskatoon. She has been here for fourteen years. My uncle arrived after her. Soon after, my uncle started to apply immigration for my family. Our application of immigration was a long process. We started to apply when I was grade 3, and the application was approved when I was in grade 3 of senior high school. (grade 9 in Canadian high school) In fact, my parents did not willing to immigrate to Canada. They were satisfied with the life in China. Canada was a totally strange country to them, different language and culture. My uncle told my parents