The H1N1 Vaccine Dilemma

The news is out: as of today, Octo­ber 26^th, the H1N1 flu vac­cine is avail­able in Canada. So, should we get vac­ci­nated? I’m won­der­ing.
I don’t believe in mas­sive con­spir­acy the­o­ries but yet, as your aver­age Cana­dian, I can’t help being con­fused by all the mixed infor­ma­tion we have been get­ting so far.

The Office

I have my own office. An office with a door, a desk, a com­puter, a phone, a white­board and draw­ers. I also have a very cool mag­netic pass to get around, one with my pic­ture on it. I have a favorite lunch place and I hate Mon­day morn­ings. I got a new job, in the office. I feel like a lucky girl.

No Dark Sarcasm In The Classroom

I was almost late for my first class.

I had left home on time but I was lost in the huge cam­pus and none of the stu­dents I stopped to ask for direc­tions seemed to know the loca­tion of my build­ing. I even­tu­ally found it, a cou­ple of min­utes before my class was due to start.

5 Canadian Debates

Gen­er­ally speak­ing, Canada is a fairly quiet coun­try: strikes and social unrest are rare, unlike in France where I grew up.
That said, each coun­try has its debates and touchy issues that never seem to be solved and are always brought up in the media. Here are the most famous ones in Canada.

The Campus Theory

I devel­oped a new the­ory.
Canada is a cap­i­tal­ist devel­oped coun­try, with plenty of goods avail­able, a rea­son­ably effi­cient and non-corrupt admin­is­tra­tion and busi­nesses are quite customers-oriented. How­ever, all this change the minute you step foot on the uni­ver­sity campus.

From Teacher To Student

I kept my promise: I wanted some changes in my life and I have slowly been work­ing on that.
I had decided to attend uni­ver­sity again. What can I say, I like studying.

But of course, it wasn’t that simple…

10 Clues I Became Canadian

I know that I’m still a lit­tle bit French, but as time went by, I also adapted to my new home.
Like many in Canada, I embrace the North Amer­i­can way of life while keep­ing some of my cul­ture. Cul­tural inte­gra­tion, not assimilation.

The Sweets, The Fat And The Scale

The scale in the cor­ner of the kitchen was taunt­ing me, and one morn­ing, I finally climbed on it. I was just curi­ous, I guess. Barely awake, my eyes still out-of-focus, I blinked sev­eral times, try­ing to bring the scale’s nee­dle into focus. And I gasped.