Descriptive Essay: Moving To Canada

When I was a kid, a girl lived next door to me. She was beautiful, graceful, and overall a kind person. Her name was Riley. I remember the times where I hung out with her. She was a cool girl who didn’t mind a boy hanging around with her. We often spent our time swinging on a rope in the park and playing tag. In time, I felt… attached to her. I wanted to tell her this. However, something happened.

“Send her back. Try pretending to work and file those papers.” A deep voice replies from an office in the back. Laughing at Ellie’s expression the officer opens the gate; blushing Ellie walks through and heads in the direction of the voice.

My mom Andrea Svank moved from Hungary to Canada in 1998. My mom was born July 19th, 1970 she was born in Nyíregyháza, Hungary. She got the idea to move to Canada because her husband Joszef Svank (my dad) went to Canada to visit his aunt and uncle for 8 months before they met. When they met he always talked about how nice Canada is and that one day when there married he wants to move to Canada.

At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint

Canada is a beautiful country and has given me so much in return. It is an accepting, inclusive, multicultural, and diverse country. In Canada, all cultures are celebrated, and people are not discriminated against their religion, culture, race, skin colour, gender, abilities, or disabilities. Canada has a very good immigration policy compared to other western countries. Every year, more immigrants and refugees come to Canada.

As I walked to the parking lot where my mom had arrived to pick me up from school, my sister ran out of the car, ran towards me and yelled excitedly, “We’re going to Canada!” Having grown up in Kuwait for my whole life of 15 years, I could hardly believe my sister’s words. Going to Canada! I had only been out of the country twice, each time just to vacation and visit family in the Philippines where both my parents are from. I had always imagined what life would be like outside of Kuwait, and now it was finally going to be real. My 15-year old self was devastated - We were leaving the only home I had known for 15 years. It did not take long for my sisters’ excitement to die when we realized that we would be leaving our friends and everything we’ve ever known and not returning for a long time. Life in Kuwait for 15 years was comfortable and we were more than financially stable. Moving to Canada without a job offer in place meant that we would have to start from the beginning all over again. Goodbyes were hard but my parents encouraged us to see the joys of moving to a place where we could start over and become accepted citizens of a country. Arriving in Canada, I experienced the biggest culture shock of my life. Vancouver, BC was cold, wet, and loud. I had thought adjusting would be relatively easy; I spoke English with a slight accent but I was very shy that it confused some of the other kids to think I couldn’t speak English. I did not understand the culture, which took a

My parents will not come with me, so I would completely be by myself. I wondered if I would get along with my new friends, also how I can balance work with my college life. The first year I arrived in Toronto, I felt very excited for starting a new chapter in my life, but I also felt emotional about leaving my home and family back in my country. It was very devastating at first, but this gave me invaluable life experience. Therefore, coming to Canada was the biggest decision I have ever made, and it has also impacted the way I understand, perceive the world, and the way I see myself and other

she checks her pocket to make sure her schedule was there and she puts her phone in her pocket, and makes her way out the door.

My Mom woke me up in midnight, told me to go get change, and let’s leave. I was like what’s going on? a minute later, I remembered, we are moving to Canada.

When I moved to Canada, it was a great experience to meet with new people of different cultures and countries. After the few days of my arrival, I came to know very bad things and experience many bad things that happened to me. For instance, I have to make many adjustments after coming here. Firstly, in India I never do a job, even I don’t work at home like cooking and other stuff. Moreover, in India high-grade school students doesn’t do any job. But in Canada, I experience so many jobs and I learn how people survive in these countries because people are very hardworking and nice. Secondly, the climate of Canada gives me a very bad experience and I don’t want to face this winter again. I have to wear more than three layers of clothes to protect

I walk out back into the waiting room as Mackey calls for Thomas. I decide to head to art class. Homeroom is about to end and I can walk slow enough that I won’t be walking in when there would still be people in there.

As I walked out of school I saw my friend darcy. I was afraid that she wouldn't understand why i did what i did. She was waving me over waiting for me to tell her the big news if i made it or not.

“ Let me grab my things and talk to my boss, can you meet me out front?”

Going to school was a different adventure everyday. My first day of Kindergarten, I sat in the front of the classroom admiring the colorful posters on the wall, and the fresh smell of new books. I was intimidated by all of the new faces. Each word that came out of my classmate’s mouth made my head spin. I could feel my heart accelerating and my palms sweating. As my teacher began speaking, the kids began saying some words, which sounded only like noises to me. A few seconds later, a teacher began speaking to me in spanish, explaining to me that I needed to be integrated in a bilingual class instead; her words . Lacking the ability to speak english became a great obstacle during the first years of school, so I began obsessively studying day and night, reading books, watching videos. Although the process was irritating, eventually, I was able to have a fluent conversation with my classmates. As I spoke, I felt accomplished knowing how far I had

At least I wasn’t alone in my frustration of trying to find something to do to make it through the painful moments of the class. Finally, my list of numbers was dwindling as the clock ticked ever closer to the magic moment when the bell would finally ring. It was with great anticipation that I waited to make the final mark. When the bell