"When I was your age I could never do what you are doing. Its nice to know that an 18-year-old like yourself has your shit together."
|Strutting my stuff at my high school graduation.|
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I was captain of the cheerleading team, was one of the founding members of the Fair Trade Club, had above the standard amount of community service hours under my belt, was on the honour roll, an active member of the school's Yearbook Committee, played tennis for the Port Colborne Tennis Club, and also found time to have a part time job. Basically, I'm an overachiever. I feel like I was underestimated by my classmates in high school because I got a facebook message from a boy in my grade who congradulated me on what I'm doing. He wrote, "I had no idea you were so insightful and that you kicked your ass so much. I wish I knew how talented you are and how your mind works because I would've really liked to spend time with you." Awe!
I'm sure I will have to fill out a form on why I chose to pursue university one year after graduating, and I plan on starting by saying, "I'm an Ontario scholar currently living in Italy tutoring English so that I can become more aware of the world I live in as well as learn Italian as a third language..." And yet the thought of where I'm going to be next year is still unanswered. I don't even know what I want to do. All my life, I wanted to be a Journalist. I am so glad I decided to come to Italy instead of take that route, because the truth is, there are really no jobs for it. And there is a crazy amount of competition. I even thought about being a freelance writer, but the truth is that its too risky (even for me), and I can't imagine myself back home in Canada, working for some greasy fast food chain and coming home to write in my parents basement on the computer hoping that maybe someday, someone will be interested in publishing me.
|A proud moment in my life.|
The longer I am sitting here in my Italian bedroom thinking about what I want to do with my life, the easier it becomes. I want to go home to Canada this June (basically I have to, because my 9 month tourist visa expires at that time) and go to University in Ontario in the fall. I'm thinkin' Ottawa.
Because really, what better place to study than my nation's capital?! I love politics, I love history (Ottawa was founded 20 minutes ago compared to Rome, but it will do), I can very easily practice my French there, and it is just so beautiful. My other option is Toronto, but its a mere two hours away from home, is crazy-expensive, and I've already been there so many times. It just doesn't appeal to me the same way as Ottawa does. I can actually see myself there next year studying to become a foreign language teacher. And so that is what I'm going to do. I hope I don't disrespect anyone when I say that I do not want to be a teacher at a high school or for elementary. It isn't that it isn't important (it is, and I have had some truly wonderful teachers in the past), but that isn't exactly for me.
I have until January 11th to apply to my courses and pick which school I want to go to, but the hardest decision is over. My only downfall about Ottawa is that it's freezing. The cold is where I am the most un-Canadian. Many Canadians like to enjoy the winters by playing hockey, skating, making snow men, having snow ball fights, building snow forts, sledding, skiing, snow boarding... Basically, embracing the snow. I avoid going outside in the winter much like a cat avoids water. When I do have to go outside, I spend about ten minutes finding my heaviest pair of snow pants, and layering myself with as much clothing as possible. The worst part is when my eyelashes freeze, causing me to shiver every time I blink.
|Kind of a necessity.|