My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning to speak English and going to high school are three major moment in my life. Going through these experience have change the person in me and made me more confident, stronger person and created the person I am right now. Moving to Canada is a big challenge to me because I know almost like nothing about this country plus I have to leaving my family, my best friend behind to start a new life. The day I came to Canada is in December 3rd 2013, I have been terrify about the weather of Canada because it totally different with my back country where is always hot and wet, Canada is cold and dry.
The First Canadian Bullfight When I was looking through photo albums trying to find a picture that meant a lot to my family I saw this one and didn’t even have to look at what it was about, of course I knew what it was about. It’s the bullfights something I grew up with something that has always been an option for me to see with my grandparents on a summer weekend. But then I questioned how it started. How did bullfights come from Portugal to Canada? It’s two very different places, and it took a lot of effort and hard work to bring this culture to my family’s new home.
Somehow everything that could have gone wrong did, the airline lost my luggage, I got lost on the streets of Toronto with a fellow student, when we went on a tour of the university of Toronto the director of admissions managed to hit me in the head with her folder not once but twice, and I managed to twist my ankle the first day. Even though all of that happened it was still one of the most amazing trips I had ever taken and I never stopped smiling. It was the first time I was able to see a place
(Looking at photos of friends) Now that I’m in a different country, I’ve lost contact with all my friends. My parents said we were going to have a better life here in Canada because my dad found a better job and found a nice house and I was looking forward to living here. But things aren’t going so well. It’s just the first day of school and I’ve not had a good experience. At recess, this really tall guy confronted me and asked me if I was the new kid and if I had any friends.
Being in Washington with my sister and having Kielbasa for the first time was an amazing experience in itself, but watching this film changed my perspective on classic films. I was so closed minded about older films at the time, Gone with the Wind really changed that for me. It was a film I became passionate about. It was the first time I had seen a movie that didn’t have a traditional happy ending; that moved me. I had some many opinions throughout the film and felt so many emotions, that at the time, no film had ever made me feel before.
I now appreciate the amazing community I come from; there is always something going on, the people in Fargo are incredibly kind, and everyone greatly supports each other. As a child and into my early teen years I often complained of being bored. I claimed that the best thing to do in Fargo was go to the mall where I would walk around window shopping because I didn’t actually have the money to buy anything. I think this thought changed when I was able to drive myself places and found the hidden gems of this unique city. I now spend friday nights going to poetry slams or eating at one of the many locally owned restaurants with my friends.
Since I was seven my parents would drive me to Ivoryton, Connecticut each summer. Each year I would see new and old faces. Once we had all settled into our designated tents for either two, four, six or eight weeks we walk around to meet the new campers. All I could hear was laughter and yelling in that moment. Everyone seemed so happy to finally see their friends again after another one hundred eighty days of school.
My dad had been with me all my life, to think that in a few short hours that my dad would be on a bus to the airport was heartbreaking. One memory I distinctly remember of my dad was when he took me to the daddy daughter dance. It was a couple of months before he left for Afghanistan. I remember getting all dressed up in a lime green dress with pretty pink flowers on it. I felt like a princess in it.
My mom was worried at the airport that one of us would get lost but for us kids it’s a blast being in a new place, seeing new things and hearing different accents. We met up with my aunt and uncle who had been dying to see us; they had been planning this trip for weeks.
Midterm Essay Ever since the day I got accepted into the University of Wisconsin- Eau Claire I’ve been so anxious and ready to move out so I could finally have freedom to whatever I want whenever I want to. College has been a lot different though than I would’ve expected it. I didn’t think I’d get homesick at all and I thought that I would have a ton of friends right away, and boy was I wrong. The first weekend here I felt like I meet so many new people, it was so exciting but since I meet so many people I forgot everyone’s names and never really meet back up with them. Once classes began it was even harder to meet new friends since I had to be so focused in my classes.
Only last year I was faced to live without my mom and brother the closest and precious family. The time was the most difficult moment in my life that year and still lives on with me to this day. For 16 years they were always by my side when I needed them until the start of my third year of high school. The transition from Canada to Texas I thought would be simple and fun. However, what I predicted was the opposite of what would happen.
Time Flies…. This Christmas marks my 10th year living in Canada. As I look back on the last ten years, a few months after moving to an utterly different part of the world, who would have thought that OrKidstra would become such a big part of my life and make me the person I am today. This marks the ninth year of this program and each year, it keeps getting better and better. I am truly grateful for all the adventures and the memories you have given me, and the endless hours you have put in me.
Written Essay I migrated to the United States of America on January 16, 1970, along with my wonderful parents and amazing siblings: four boys and my baby sister. I remember that it was a cold winter night, it had snowed and this was all new for me. Although, I was already missing my beloved country, El Salvador, friends, and childhood memories, I knew that I would easily adjust to our new country because I was fortunate to have my family by my side. I vividly recall how I said to Dad as we were heading from the airport to our new home, “Dad this country is so beautiful.” When he heard this, he and mom had a wonderful smile on their face as they knew that all their sacrifices had been worthwhile. And they were.
In 2015, the Assembly of First Nations National Chief, Perry Bellegarde made no intention to vote in 2015, but a week later he changed his mind and went in to vote. This action inspired many others to vote, as voting can be on or off reserves. Voting is a big part to Canada, voting for leaders that would be beneficial to us and we all have to be involved to make everything work.
6 months after they got married, they were approved both for Canadian and Australian permanent residence immigration status. My parents had to decide which country they would emigrate to. They prayed, read books about both countries, researched into economic, political, social and security status of the two countries and finally, they decided to come to Canada. This decision, according to my mom was a guidance