We asked students to share their stories about moving to Canada. Here’s what one said:
The first week here in Canada, I was sad because I left my friends, pets and other important things to me there in my home country, Philippines. I wasn’t only sad, I had these mixed emotions (sadness, excitement, anxious, everything!). I don’t know what to do when school comes; I don’t know what kind of food is here in Canada. I don’t know that much about Canada. I didn’t even know that there would be a lot of Chinese, Indian, and Filipino. I really thought that there would be only few of them here in Canada. I was so wrong. After two months coming here in Canada, school came (high school that is), I was already expecting that it would be very different from my school in Philippines. Here in Canada, there is assembly and orientation. On second day of school, there’s class right away (like lessons). In my old school in Philippines, there is no assembly on the first day, but there is orientation. Also we don’t have class on second day (like lessons); it’s more of like knowing the teacher for each class. We just have introduction and maybe little activity, but that’s it. Oh and by the way in Philippines there is fixed class, only the teachers go to our room for class. So yeah! assembly and orientation on first day. Speaking of first day in school, I got lost and also I got late because I was lost. The school is small but I can’t find the way to the place I was suppose to go because I was nervous and also confuse. First I don’t know where the gym is (that’s where the assembly is). I don’t want to ask other students where it is, ‘cause I was really afraid. They all look so mature and scary actually (for me). And yeah after going around the school I found the gym, but I have to stand ‘cause there was no more chair left and of course I was late so I have to stay at the side of the gym so I wouldn’t disturb other people. After the assembly we have to go to our homeroom. Again I got lost. I don’t know where it is. And so I asked the principal of the school (good thing he’s nice). And yeah I found my homeroom, thanks to the principalJ. And so that’s my story for first few months in Canada. In my first year here in Canada, I had good friends that helped me to get use in the new environment and yeah I got used here in Canada. And that’s it. Thank you for reading my little boring story about my like here in Canada for few months.
