Personal Narrative: Why It Wasn T Perfect 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

Human rights are in place for a reason, because all persons regardless of their age, gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, ability, class, appearance and social location deserve to, and ought to, be treated with fairness and in an equitable manner. My responsibility as a Canadian citizen and professional is to uphold and promote all human rights regardless of my social location and assumptive world view. I feel as a humanitarian it is also my responsibility to educate and create awareness of issues surrounding basic human rights, especially those related to gender identity and expression. Through education of gender identity and gender expression, clients and members of the public are made aware of the oppression and discrimination that

In May I signed a security access form that had September 2nd written as my last day.

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

The first thing that pop out form my mind when I heard about the question “What is a Canadian?” is the world “friendly”. My English teacher in grade eight is from Vancouver, he talked about Canadians are friendly to others.

It was the start of the 1900’s, and Canada was looking for people to immigrate there. There were posters posted in Europe; everywhere you went there were advertisements endorsing immigration to Canada. My parents one day came home and looked over it. It promoted that anyone who was willing to settle in the Prairies would be given 169 acres of land. They wanted people to immigrate to the western part of Canada because by populating the land, it would slim the opportunity for America to invade the Prairies. This sounded like a tremendous idea. My dad used to work at a factory, but unfortunately he just lost his job to a machine. This placed my family in an awful position. At that time I was about four years old. They had to provide for my two older brothers and I.

In June 2015, I ventured across Canada for the Encounters with Canada Program, along with my friends Luke and Edward. The program involved touring Ottawa with a group of young adults, seeing the various attractions and making friends along the way. Being a shy and occasionally introverted individual, who often had trouble fitting into new schools, I was nervous going into the flight. However, having two friends with me opened me up to new people, as I would rarely approach anyone myself. Soon after arriving, Luke and I took to playing ping-pong, and Edward started a conversation with our peers. Curious, I found myself drawn into the conversation, and eventually I was talking openly with others in our group, whereas unescorted, would have been

In my time at North, I have had countless amazing classroom experiences. The classes that I’ll never forget though will be AP Calculus with Mrs. Buckley, AP Statistics with Mrs. Schmid, and multiple advanced science classes with Mrs. McCreery. From the funny moments and inside jokes shared with classmates to the feeling of satisfaction after finally understanding a super tough topic, I will always have terrific memories of these classes. These classes taught me to challenge myself and to always stay curious. My experiences also showed me that hard classes are as enjoyable as they are difficult. It seemed that as the classes got harder, the stronger the bond was between the students and the teacher. My life will forever be changed because of

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

It was a simply mundane day of summer vacation, family tradition being enacted once again on this annual trip. The Thunder Bay amethyst mines were a staple of Kaukinen summer-time ventures,and so here I was again. Doing the same thing I had done for many years, We got there, put on sunscreen, and were told to go pee before we get in.

I followed Cliff and his siblings to the safe zone. We arrived around nightfall. They checked our eyes to make sure we didn't have symptoms of Mentis Rabidus, then they gave us canned soup and bedrolls. After we ate, they told us the plan. We will follow a river and using the mountains as protection. The end point is about 1,500 miles away. It is near the Peace River in Canada. They told us it will be a lot of walking and everyone will need to help with chores. I'm not too happy about that. I would rather just look out for myself. But Canada is a lot safer than L.A., and to get there I need to help out.

Two years ago, I transitioned from an Alberta lifestyle to a British Columbian one. There was an immediate, and definite, culture shock. After having grown up in a small Albertan town, I was thrown into a different social setting and school curriculum in the midst of the 2014 teachers strike. Due to the lack of professional support offered to students during this time, I was left to navigate the foreign atmosphere myself. This was particularly difficult as, prior to moving, there were very few instances requiring a need for me to assert myself as an individual. Without a doubt, situating myself in the social structure was a gruelling task. However, it was through the process of establishing new interpersonal connections that I honed my adaptability

It was a warm day in Los Angeles California. The soccer field had green grass and a lot of kids playing on it. There is a 9-11 year old team playing. The parents of the kids pay the coach so their kids can play on the soccer team. Derek is a is a dark haired boy. He's 11 years old, and he is a better soccer player than Chris is at the moment. Chris is an 11 year old boy who is Mexican and loves to play soccer. Chris’s family is a bit more poor then Derek's family.

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.

As you enter the city of Toronto, enclosed by skyscrapers towering over you overflowing with culture, where time passes swiftly as people dash by you; it makes you feel trivial in the metropolitan area. The city of shadows that cast a never ending gloom, only to be broken up by the narrow gap in-between buildings. A substantial lake embedded with Silurian rocks on the edge, surrounding the downtown business district, keeping the city steadily in place. Toronto is the younger sibling of New York and Chicago, hesitant of the spotlight these other districts possess, but not shy enough to be known worldwide. A city of roads that disperse in many directions, paving the way of people’s futures and success; unknown as to where you will end up. Many