About Last Season

It’s been a season that I didn’t write here. Well, as you know the autumn, I said is loading, officially finished three days ago on an Iranian holiday: Yalda Night. It was my sixth Yalda without family. This night is similar to turkey day in North America which families spending the last night of autumn together. Yalda Night is the longest night on the Solar Calendar.  Iranian celebrate the birth of Mithra, the Sun God, who symbolised light and thanked for blessings from over two thousand years ago. Any way, now winter is here and tonight Canada celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ, and I celebrate my success in college. All this fall, I was so busy with my life as a single independent secondary student which it was excited and exhausted in the same time.

I’m so happy that finally I went to the college especially in my second language. When I supposed to be a freshman at university, I had too many difficulties back then. By the time, I found what’s wrong with me and I fixed it in my new home. Thus, I was so excited about been a freshman while someone can say a 29 years old man can not be one. I have an opinion instead of a prof, or it’s a theory, that I am raising again in Canada.

Two and half years ago, when I landed, it was too hard for me to asked for a cup of coffee with a broken English, so I went to an adult school to learn English as a second language, here calls ESL. In ESL classes at my local adult school, they had a mandatory partnership courses: With ESL A, drama; with ESL B, civil and career; with ESL C, geography and the last ESL course was D that they taught us how to write an essay with history class in partnership. The school has focus on writing and reading skills; for listening and speaking I should practice on society. After an education year I learned how to performing with drama class, how business and politic work here with civil and career classes, what is the shape of country by study geography and last partnership course taught me the history of Canada.

These are the real courses in Canadian education system which high school students learn it as well. In the second year, grade nine to twelve English classes and a mandatory course to catch the Ontario diploma. After all, I went to the college and most of students are under nineteen. Also, at work, from a kitchen job to street fundraising, I learned to speak better and how the culture really is here. All steps that I took are looks like to toddle for me. Step by step I ran patiently for my future. I toddle by Canada hands and learned how to walk, speak, learn, live and survive here.

I was marginalized by my mother society because I am from a minority ethnic in Iran; I found different beliefs and I am gay. I was a depressed domestic migrant teenager who lost his father at age fourteen and found himself different with his classmates, neighbors and even family. For long time I was ashamed to say I am belonging to my ethnic because in north of Iran, where my family moved, make fun on my people. I was scared of conservative people in place I raised to show my different political and regulars ideology which was one of the causes of getting out of high school, and I hated people tried to be kind because I lost my father. The worst part came while I found I am gay in a country that they sentence same-sex act to death penalty. Even I was different with members of my family who loves me. I will write more about it in “To the West” posts.

A marginalized domestic migrant who is an ex-refugee and migrant as a person of colour in North America that passed too many trauma can have too many post trauma stress disorder, PTSD. And I had bad one this fall, but do you know what happened? I finished this semester, my first semester ever, with 86 percent GPA.

I was looking for over 80 to apply for film and television production program. The best in the country at Humber college that from 900 application they accept just 90 students, ten percent chance. Now they asked me to apply for bachelor of film and media production. I ran for it, I was in competition with English native kids, and I did it all by myself. It was hard and made me tired.

So excited and too exhausted is my feeling about fall 2018. A year that we are about finish it, and I start new year with celebrate of my success.

Autumn is loading

Last week in my break I went to Tim Hortons to get a chocolate chip iced capp. After ordered, the Tim’s buddy came to say they finished the chocolate ship. I laughed and asked what do you have then? He said pumpkin spice iced capp which was the first time I heard that. While I grab it and tasted, I felt that day is the last day of summer.  

It was a hot day and my coworker ask me to stay on sun because was with good traffic. I’m a street professional fundraiser and every day I am supposed to stop people; tell them who the charity is; what is the problem; how we going to fix it; how they can be part of solution. After all these have to handle them concern such as security objection. This is lots of work and under the sun I got tired, so I was looking for some frozen fresher drink to re-energize myself. While the frozen iced capp passed my throat, I felt my birthday is closer. 

I born in September; first day of autumn. Back-home the calendar is based on solar and changing seasons are important as national historic holidays. Autumn was significant in Iran and celebrated because is the time for harvest. Like the pomegranate trees deliver the fruit as most of fruit will ripen. When my birthday arrives every year, I have same feeling about myself as a ripe fruit. Specially this September which I began college in English and have a job that I love it as my room in Little Italy. Finally after two years I feel I am going to settle myself here. I was looking for that feeling and see these days, and taste the pumpkin in frozen at summer gave me sense of the autumn is loading.