So, I arrived in Vancouver 4 months ago. Too bad I didn't keep up with everything that has happened. The things I have experienced, the things I have done... I am not the same person I once was. I have changed; for the better.
My faith in Jesus, for one, has been tested. However, never have I turned on him.
I live a life where, I have friends that I can trust. Friends that won't do any harm to me. Friends which I connected to on different levels for each person. My classmates and I look out for each other... If we need someone to talk to, they are there; not to judge.
Judging: Something I still do, but, who doesn't... I don't judge anymore to the extent I used to.
Wow... My first month of being in school with everyone. All of us still new to Vancouver, or to each other. This was my favourite school year, not going to lie. I learnt that everyone has a story, and that lots of people had either the same experiences of me, or have had a little more tragic past.
I learnt that, as a person, I am naturally an angry person. I had a lot of things that I was angry at, that I didn't know I was mad about. For one, our class project was to talk about something we really hate. Not like "Oh, I hate birds", or "Oh, I hate jerks". No, we had to talk about the one thing that we hate the most in the world. Something that either held us back, bothered us to the point of tears, or frustration.
I talked about my ADHD. That has carried on from childhood into adulthood. It's one of the most frustrating thing ever. I sat there for ten minutes and talked about it. Talked about the "feeling of no control". My mind says one thing, but my body says another. Some days, it's like I am watching my body from above, and not agreeing what is happening, but can't control. Those days are the worse.
However, being at this school, my sense of control has been better. I haven't been in trouble by a teacher in months, not told to "settle down" or "to be quiet". And that is something I had trouble with my whole life... With the authorities, family, teachers, etc.
I have many drunken stories, and not bad one's anymore. Sure, I blacked out once or twice. However, my friends didn't abandon me, like they have had done in the past. They stuck by me.
So, back to my schooling. They little things we do in class, the projects. As ridiculous as some of them may seem; or the ones I may not want to do... Are the ones that helped me grow into the better person I am today. The better actor, the better singer. The better public speaker.
Of coarse I can't sit here, and right about all the memories I have had. Because, they aren't so easy to recall at this moment. However, I could talk about they things I have noticed in myself, in the changes I have been through.
I am not a bar person anymore, like I once was. Yeah, i still drink, but I prefer it to be at home, or with a few people. On November 10th, 2009. I was at this pub by our school. "The Cambie". I went there with everyone in our class, cause we haven't been there in a long time. During my time being there, I was only there for 30 minutes, and had only 4 coolers. The next thing I know I wake up in drunk tank. The cops told me, that they found Rohypnol in my system. For those of you who don't know what Rohypnol is. It's also known as the date rape drug. Someone in the bar, drugged my drink. They released me early, on account that it wasn't my fault what happened to me.
After that experience, I have slowed down on my drinking, and just drank with my friends; at there place.
So, now it is the last week of school, and after everything that has happened, I am glad to have the people in life that I have. They are like my extended family. We are always there for each other. We tell what's on our minds, and have a great buddy system. It's going to be sad to leave the group we are in, and not seeing the people who are leaving Vancouver to go back home to do something else.
I give a best of luck to everyone, and wish only good happens in our lives.
