Personal Narrative: Born In Ontario, Canada

In contrast to boys, girls were taught to be self-denying, and to be helpers to men. Corporal Punishment of children was even condemned even though practiced in the home.

As time progressed, the roles of men and women were more defined by what usefulness they had and what society found appropriate. Women were not allowed to obtain education, travel, or go out in public

Jacob's mother wakes suddenly and looks around the room as if she could hear a voice. She shakes her head.

During this era men and woman was bound by Victorian codes that were strict on what they can and cannot do. Men

Women in the 1800s weren't in the same societal level as men, but were treated as

Women also received a much harsher punishment when a crime had been committed. They couldn’t even go to court by their husband or father would go answer questions on her behalf.

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 once. I was born in a country where people are supposed to be Muslim or else they’d face the cruel discrimination that were openly shown. I was born in Iran, obviously I want to freely live in my own country; however, because my religion was Baha’i, I had to leave my country. Hundreds of people are being tortured or imprisoned, and tens of thousands lost jobs, access to education, and other rights--all solely because of their religious belief. The only thing that we ever wanted was

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.

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.

“I’m glad you two realize those things, and I will do my best to teach you ways of dealing with this situation,” Karl promised. “Do you have any other fears, worries, or anything?”

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.

This will take you through the adventures from curious teenagers following in the footsteps of many Canadian soldiers that helped make possible the freedom Europe relishes today.

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

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.