“I am beginning to regret coming to Windsor,” I said on the
phone to my friend in China.
And then, the strike. A five-week Ontario college strike,
disrupting my life. I could not go to school. I have no way to learn
something new. I am wasting my time doing nothing.
During the strike, I was very disappointed. I even lied to my
parents about the strike. The whole five weeks, I was constantly
angry. I complained that I cannot concentrate on anything. Once
I almost burned the microwave oven in the kitchen. I was
thinking about the strike and did not pay attention to my meal.
I was cranky. The sour taste of Windsor got stronger and
stronger. I knew the only way to stop the sour taste was to get
back to school.
But when the strike stopped and everyone went back to
classes, the sour taste stopped getting stronger. New work. New
knowledge. New projects, new problems and a new study way.
All the new things came back to me again, but this time I was
ready.
“Welcome back to school,” we said. We hugged and I felt the
happiness of everyone. I did not know at that time that the
sourness of my Windsor candy was almost gone.
Even though I was busier than before, I was happier than
before.And after school, I tried not to stay at home anymore. I
went to many supermarkets every weekend to enjoy the fun of
picking products.
I went over to friend’s house, eating pasta with her and her
naughty cat.A friend and I walked to the riverfront one
afternoon, with outdated bread to feed the pigeons.I went to a
friend's apartment and played with her energetic dog, trying
hard to shake hands with her cool cat. I spent a long time on the
bus, just to go to the mall to smell a variety of candles.
I found lots of fun in my life. Still, I did not realize I had
already tasted the sweet in my Windsor candy.
When I finally noticed the sour had turned sweet, it was
Christmas time. After a Christmas Eve dinner with my
roommates we ignored the below zero temperatures and we
walked a long way to Jackson Park to see Bright Lights. We played
in the snow on the way there.
“I can’t feel my legs anymore,” I said to my roommate when
we came back home, but I felt warm and satisfied when I saw we
were laughing and everyone was close to me.
Since arriving in Windsor, March has made a
number of new friends, and is doing well in Media
Convergence at St. Clair College