Personal Narrative: Born In Ontario, Canada

I remember my first day in Canada like it was yesterday. The day I thought my dad had been hit by a car and my mom almost having a heart attack. It all started when we first got to the hotel, in Ontario, Mississauga. My father thought it would be a great idea to explore the area and buy some groceries. My mom, two brothers and I were exhausted due to a fourteen-hour flight from Dubai to Toronto so we decided to stay and take a nap. I woke up at 7 pm to silence. I thought my dad had come back and took a nap, but when I went to wake up parents, it was only my mother. At that point, I started freaking out, it’s been 4 hours since my father left. I woke up my mother and told her my dad hadn’t come back yet. My mother tried to call my father, but his phone was off. She then went to the security of the building and talked to him. The security guard asked my mother

Women were expected to basically be merely an object, even a trophy for their husbands. They were expected to stay home and clean, as well as cook. With all these expected tasks, women hardly had any time to branch out and figure out what they wanted to do with their life. They had no time for leisure activities of any kind because, of course, their activities involved taking care of the house. Women were also seen as the weaker sex, always submissive to their dominant male counterpart. Although the women were submissive, they were held to a higher moral standard. Adultery was twice shamed upon if committed by a woman rather than a man. (Hughes par.3) A woman could be stoned to death, but people would turn their cheek for a man while the woman still was expected to stay beside the man.

When I first moved to Canada, I became a victim of this threat known as bullying. In grade 4, in 2008, I had first come to Canada, from India. I didn’t know how to speak English, and so, people used this as an excuse to pick on me. One kid whole bullied me a lot was Ravi. He used to make fun of me because I couldn’t talk to others and told other that I was anti-social. Also, he would take any good lunch I had, he would make fun of me when playing games, and even spread false rumours. I first kept my bullying problems hidden from my parents, but gradually, as things got worse, I told them. They talked to our teacher, Mr. Douglas. Mr. Douglas talked to Ravi, and he stopped bullying me. Even though he isn’t the friendliest person today, he doesn’t

I came to Canada when I was nine years old. I’m an 18-year-old high school student who lives with three other family members: my father, my mother, and my 3-year-old brother. My parents came to Canada in hopes to give me a better life and they haven’t let me down

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

From Rags to Riches: Womens Roles in the 1800s "No one can make you feel inferior without your own consent" Women most likely had this inspiring quote in mind during the 1800s. In this 19th century, you can see the changing roles and perspectives of women as they struggle to form their

“Dude you have to get over here now,” said Jacob to Alex the next day after school was out.”

Fade in: Ext. Lake - Afternoon. Angle on Jacob, a young boy in a small wooden dinghy out on a lake. He throws out a fishing line and waits. Eventually something pulls on the line and he succesfully reels it in. Cut to: Jacob pulls his boat onto the shore and struggles to hold the

My Family’s Immigration to Canada My mother’s side of my family was born in Slovenia, the country had fairly strict immigration restrictions. For starters you had to participate in 2 years of wartime, something my grandfather was involuntarily drafted for. Needless to say, he was hesitant to accept his fate. He tried to flee the country with his brother by using a smuggler but unfortunately they were caught.

Few days after my 8th birthday, my family and I left our home in India and began a new life in Canada. It was not long before, I became aware of how different I was from the other children at school. Not just aesthetically but even our thoughts were different. Steadily, I became isolated and lowered my self-esteemed. At recess one day, the clear skies suddenly changed in the dark clouds with chilling wind. I was shivering in the cold, when one of girls from my class wrapped me inside of her jacket. She was smiling and at me and hugged me and said, “warm”. Soon other kids hugged us and we formed a small huddle. Although they did not know me, they understood the gestures of hugging to provide warmth. Jessica, the girl with the jacket, and

As a born citizen of Canada, I am entitled to specific rights and freedoms that my country provides for me. What is a right? A right is a legal, moral, or social claim that people are entitled to, primarily from the government. All the rights that my nation has granted me has made my life a lot easier and full of joy and I am greatly thankful for them. Three rights that have had a major impact on my life thus so far are: Mobility Rights, Equality Rights, and Minority Language Educational Rights.

A time in my life that I wish that I could relive is when my team went to Sarnia, Ontario (which is in Canada) to play in the international tournament. After 3 long periods of play and 1 period of overtime our regional championship game went into a shootout. We won in the 9th round, my friend and teammate Gage scored. This win gave us the Golden ticket to silver sticks in Canada. I was super happy to win this tournament and it gave me a great sense of pride. Before our departure to Sarnia the congressman, Larry Bucshon gave us certificates of recognition for our splendid representation of Evansville.

My birth certificate states that I was born in Gaston County. Fate has kept me in the county limits for eighteen years. I’m kidding; I don’t believe in fate. When I turned twelve my obsession with The Beatles began, and I honestly thought that my undying passion for the Fab Four would lead me to take back the world in a musical revolution. I had big plans. I asked for a guitar for Christmas that year and inquired around to see if anyone was interested in joining a band. I even wrote some really repetitive songs. The world was mine for the taking, and fate was on my side. I actually received a guitar for Christmas that year, and I picked it up expecting to lead my family in a rousing singing of “Blackbird” around the tree. However, it turns

In Great Britain there women were expected to behave a certain way. They were not supposed to do most jobs that are done on a farm. Women could not work in the fields. It was very uncommon for women to work as a bailiff and hire or fire farm hands. Many people believed that women could not manage a farm and not be trusted to supervise workers. Women were not supposed to be independent because men believed they were too fragile to survive in the world of men. Women also had to make sure that they always had a companion when they traveled. They also had to make sure that when they went to public events that they were dressed well because if they didn’t follow the social mores of the time then they could

I always knew I was different from my family. I have green eyes while they have brown. I have curly dark hair while they have straight light hair. I just didn’t fit in with my sister and mom. I would always ask my mom why I was so different and didn’t look like them, but she would just say “You got your grandmas looks, be thankful for that she was gorgeous.” I had never seen a picture of grandma or met her because she died before I was born. I always felt there was more she wasn’t telling me but never prodded. When I turned 18 I decided to take matters into my own hands and go to the court house to look at my birth certificate. I knew if I told mom she’d be hurt, so I went in secret saying I was going to the library to read. I had finally arrived to the court house in town center after an hour walk.