Times have been rough, but I am sure you are aware of this. I am writing to you in a time of extremely dire circumstances. During a case I was part of not too long ago a discourteous lawyer absolutely engulfed in his work decided to say such words that have lifted a forgotten sprit within me. After speaking to the Attorney General about allowing 'mixed company' to be present in cases about prostitution, I was much too overjoyed about winning that I failed to realize the many injustices that are still prevailing, ruining our fellow sisters. It is because of this reason that when I heard such infantile words come out of that lawyers mouth was I absolutely appalled.…
I remember when I use to live in Newfoundland, it was so different for me since I was born and raised in Brampton Ontario, and there was no multi culture on this island. When I first moved there I remember people would stare at me and look at me differently because of my skin color they would automatically assume I wasn’t from Canada or not Canadian because I wasn’t “white”. They wouldn’t consider me as a “Canadian” as well as a “Newfie” because I didn’t have the “Canadian” accent. Another reason was because I wasn’t big on hockey or watched the games they would be so confused and offended because I didn’t have much knowledge on the hockey teams. Remembering all of this again the reason being for many of them not considering me as a “Canadian”…
It was a cloudy day in Chicago, Illinois as a young girl was about to get the surprise of her life that would change it forever. As she walked into the Colonial Cafe she could see the ceramic cow standing right outside. She sat at the table closest to the door with the rest of her family and a plate of pancakes staked placed right in the center of it. This was it, the news she was not prepared for. “We’re moving to Montreal”.…
One of my trashes that I have to overcome was when my family came to Canada in 2010-2012 and decided to stay here, I felt quite sad and unhappy, because of leaving all of my friends and most of my relatives back in Vietnam. At school, I was not really able to make friends, since the language was the number one barrier for me at the time, and I have always thought of going back to Vietnam, which makes me not want to learn English even more. Memories and the moments when I was in Vietnam seemed to be the things I had always think of. But as time passed, my family, my aunt’s family, and a few of my cousins, had give me supports and encouraged me, thus making me like the country better. Therefore, I have finally adapted to environment and the life…
. 16 years ago my family left India and moved to Canada. At first the decision sounded hectic and not a smart move, but knowing what Canada had in hold for them the decision started to make more sense and became more considerable. Canada had a lot to offer including a better future, a improved lifestyle and more and better opportunities. After coming to Canada my family achieved all the things they needed for a healthier and successful future.…
It was 25 years ago I first time designed a furniture set for a 100 ft2 bedroom. I draw floor plans for the room, furniture draft for workers, which includes storage bed, night stand, closet, desk and a chest with 5 drawers by hand. I still remember the stunned faces while my friends first time visit my home in China, 15 years ago, by seeing my open kitchen, glass wall separator and crimson couches in front a green wall. 7 years ago, I immigrated to Canada. I was more than happy to live in a house, which meant I had more space to design, to decorate.…
What makes a Canadian Canadian? This question was hard to answer having lived here for only a year. In fact, I knew nothing about Canadian history before taking this class, and I don’t watch Hockey. So my initial thought about Canadian was that they don’t have distinct identity that binds them together. In a multicultural society that doesn’t assimilate but integrates other cultures, it was difficult to find a single thing that defines Canadian identity.…
Moving to Canada from another country is a big step for any person, especially when your home country’s language is not English. You need to be willing to learn a new language, new skills, and work hard. You can’t really prepare yourself for all the changes you will face, but with a positive attitude you can move ahead and do better. Two weeks after I arrived in Canada I went to write my first test in English.…
The first theme that describes me best is adaptability because I am always open to any challenges or changing situation in life. I accept that changes and challenges are all part of life and if we are not able to keep up with changes than we are left behind. I moved to Canada from India 4 years ago, and have adapted to the Canadian lifestyle and culture. The transition was not easy, life was so easy going and relaxed back home, but sometimes you have to go through a change into accomplishing something in life. MY decision to move to Canada was for my best education and bright future.…
Twenty years ago, my family decided to travel across the world to start a new chapter in their lives. Moving from the Philippines to Canada, two completely different countries, was a life-changing experience, however, it was not an easy task. Moving from one country to another was a long and lengthy process, and making the transition from a culture that they’re so used to, to a brand new one, was another. But, they kept in mind, that in the end, it would be all worth it.…
Moving to another country I was born in New York City, but raised in the Dominican Republic. I used to come to the USA for vacation, but I never saw myself moving to the USA. After graduating high school my mom gave me the option to move to the USA to pursue my higher education. However, I didn't like the idea because I was moving to a different country, leaving everything I knew behind to a new start. I knew that my mom had the best intentions, and that pursuing my higher education in the USA was a better option.…
The most memorable day in my life was when I found out I was moving to the United States of America. The country I was currently living in was the Congo. I was so excited and ready to finally be able to move to America. Just being able to experience the moment when I found out was amazing! I had been waiting for this opportunity for such a long time and it was finally going to happen.…
I have moved to a new land that Britain has named Upper Canada. After I had moved into Lower Canada, the government pushed my Tory peers and I out of the French occupied territory. This made the Loyalists furious, why should we, loyalists, be placed below the French, who lost the war, yet, the parliament treats them like the victors. In addition, the ride here was horrendous. It was crowded and dirty.…
Home is a good place to start when reflecting on my personal biography and history. Therefore, to make sense of who I am and to “think [myself] away from the familiar routines of everyday life” (Mills) it requires that I trace my parents’ separate journeys culminating in their calling Vancouver, Canada home. Like a stone skipping across a pond, my grandfather made the journey from Ireland to upstate New York and, a generation later, his son to Vancouver, BC. When questioned on the subject of his wanderings, my father would offer anecdotes about the mountains of snow and bitterly cold winters on the southern shore of Lake Ontario as the reason for picking up roots and leaving family and friends, but I’m sure the real explanation behind his exodus…
Based on my experience, I am a migrant from the Philippines I am not familiar with the Canadian culture and practice. But the only thing I know that Canada is one of the well-known countries because of its tourism and economy. I was excited to try and get my first job here. The excitement on my face marked as I was applying in a fast-paced restaurant (McDonalds). Tensions on how to overcome the differences in language and the hospitality of my co-workers unease my soul.…