Before the economic collapse I was, like most people, completely ignorant of the way the economy functions. When considering the market economy I envisioned a wild and unpredictable animal which had to be watched closely lest it decide to attack someone, take a dump in the global economy or die as it did recently. Previous to the globo-economic clusterfuck, I knew that a lot of people had money, some more than others. I also knew that, like modern day alchemists, these people would use that money to make more money.
Canada's national identity is a tricky thing to pin down. If you go looking for an explanation, the odds are it won't be the same for any two people you ask ”” if you get an answer at all. Trying to explain the defining characteristic of the Canadian experience is like a layman trying to explain the big bang theory. It starts out strong, maybe they mention quarks or the words “quantum physics,” but then it breaks down into a laundry list of terms and everyone is left confused and unsatisfied. Most of the time you can get as far as saying that we're a “mosaic culture,” or that we're multicultural, and you wouldn't be wrong but you wouldn't have really answered the question.
I first read about the University of Sakatchewan's decision to reject the $500,000 bursary specified for non-aboriginals just before being handed a $1,100 quote on the repairs needed to fix my automobile. It is nearly impossible to investigate this matter without pissing someone off. I need money. I am a non-aboriginal student. Initially I was pretty concerned. My first reaction was one of absolute anger at the university for rejecting a bursary on behalf of struggling students. As far as I could tell ”” which at the time wasn't very far ”” it was only partially racist because non-aboriginals did not mean just white people. I thought it could be maybe 73 per cent racist.
There's nothing better than lounging in the sun with a good book and a chilled drink. Iced tea usually does the trick on those long summer days. There's also sleeping, reclining and relaxing, all of which are necessary if full laziness potential is to be reached. Doing nothing is even better when you are unemployed.
Growing up in the '90s my parents instilled in me that I could be whatever I wanted. They also constantly reiterated that my potential would be irreparably damaged if I got married too young.