Culture Shock

Hockey?

My first days at boarding school were a blur of tears and panic. I would quietly make my way to the shared bathroom in the girls dorm, and weep in a stall. It was one of the most isolating times of my life. Usually when going through culture shock, I had the privacy of my …

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Your Story

For the longest time, I hid the fact that I was a Diplomatic Kid, I was either embarrassed, or somehow people made me feel like I lived a life of privilege. I am here it say, not sure why I was ever embarrassed, as my Father is one of my hero’s, and I definitely didn’t …

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Journal

When I started this blog, I was fortunate to have saved every journal in my life. Which has guided my pieces on experiences in my past. Since I was a kid, I have journaled, chronicling the happy times, the culture shock and the crazy travels. I think it is important to journal, and to be able …

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Drugs

Diplomatic Immunity – it is one of the first things I hear every single time I tell someone about one of my childhood experiences “Well, if something goes wrong, you always have diplomatic immunity…” By the time I was 11, my Father had already started drilling into me the consequences of doing or carrying drugs …

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First Dance

Every single move, and every single school formed very specific memories in my head. My grade 5 and 6 years were horribly lonely. I made no friends, and was severely bullied. Bullied to the point that my brother, who was in grade 12, would come down to my classroom every brake, just to make sure …

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