Moving to Canada was very difficult because I didn't know anyone and the environment was very unfamiliar. I was culture shocked. I'm not going to say that my English was awful but it wasn't superb either. I didn't have any friends and I've never felt so alone in my life. I was proud of myself because I really strived to better my English so I can improve my conversation skills.…
The move from Bangladesh to Canada was not as delightful as my father had prayed it to be. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for my family. Abandoning an entire culture that my family and I was accustomed to and adapting to a new one, leaving our loved ones behind for our own happiness and leaving everything we had behind to live a life filled with bliss, was not everything that it was cut out to be. Upon our arrival only tragedies followed one after another. Our lives, especially Baba’s became a series of unfortunate events, which just never had a stop to it.…
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.…
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…
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.…
“Are you excited to move to Canada?” “No.” That was my response every single time. No. I just wasn’t excited.…
During the last sixteen years that I have been alive, the personal challenge that I have had to face was accepting the decision to come to Canada while leaving my friends and everyone else back in India. The life that I had in India was fulfilling for me and I knew that when we decided to come to Canada, we would have to start from scratch here. I was used to the atmosphere at my school and at my home and I was not expecting myself to be able to quickly adapt to the new lifestyle that I will have in this new country.…
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.…
How is life there? I am having a hard time finding a job and it seems impossible now. I have given up on searching for a job. My family is suffering, I am raising my children with the little money that my wife earns. She works as a maid at the rich house in the town and we only have $10 coming into the house per week.…
It has been over two years since the first time I landed in this country. Unlike most of the immigrant children, I arrived here with my parent, and somehow ended up being the only one in my family who remains in Canada. Life in Canada has greatly shaped my personality – it not only brings me precious lifelong memories, but also helps me to become a unique, stronger and better me. I still remember the first impression that I had of Regina: a small, lifeless and depressing town. It was a cold windy spring day in May, 2013 when our friends came to the Regina airport to pick us up.…
Canada is known as a country where dreams come true, it is a land of opportunity; this is a phrase I frequently heard while growing up in India, and thus, like any child would, I believed it to be the truth. Ever since I was a youngster, I had made my studies my number one priority because I thought this was the only way I would be able to fulfill my dream to study abroad, specifically Canada. Little did I know then that this fantasy of mine would actually turn into reality. On December 15th, by noon, the news was confirmed that I would be going to Canada on a study basis. I remember I was playing cricket in the local park when I received a phone call from my sister.…
Migration is a process in which individuals move from one country to another for school, for business, in search of work or some other livelihood; these movements can be for a short or long term. However some of them successfully able to adapt new culture and others keep following their beliefs withheld from their original place of birth, and find difficult to change what they believe. I migrated to Canada for better education and for a high living standard, but when I first landed to Canada I was literally unconscious because of cultural shock; everything was unfamiliar; from weather, landscape and language to food, fashion,…
Vancouver is an area that’s forever in my mind. The bright lights of buildings at night, the sound of waves crashing on the sand, and the fog covering the mountain tops. I love the sound of the seagulls singing at the sun, and the roaring sounds of engines on the streets. I love walking down the seashore and finding shells. I also enjoy driving on long road trips watching the mountains getting closer.…
I lived in Canada, Alberta for almost seven years, at my dad's job, United Rentals, instead of firing him or laying him off they transferred our entire family down to Colorado, his work was in Denver and moved into an apartment that was close by my dad's work because at the time nobody has bought our house in Canada yet so my dad wanted to wait until the other house sold before he got a new one. By the time it sold and we found a house that my parents could afford I was between eight and nine years old, we moved into a fairly big house because there was six of us so it is very difficult to live in a small house for the four kids, each of us had our own room and in Canada we shared me and my brother shared one and my two sisters shared one,…
It is a beautiful Sunday morning and my mother and I sit outside on the balcony to enjoy the last summer days. The atmosphere is relaxed and I have prepared breakfast for us - two big cups of coffee with milk and a tray of fresh fruit. I personally always considered being able to travel a lot one of the greatest privileges in life, and as the sun peeks through the clouds and the wind rustles through the trees it reminds me of all the different places I have yet to visit. My mother shares my passion for traveling and has traveled to several places. However, her most memorable traveling experience is when she was 20 years old and decided to work as an au pair in Toronto,Canada. ”…