文科生在加拿大:与Waterloo北大学生不同感想

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发信人: rios (叮当猫), 信区: Canada
标  题: 文科生在加拿大:与Waterloo北大学生不同感想ZZ
发信站: BBS 大话西游站 (Tue May 13 23:36:01 2003)
  
  
I came from Beijing last summer to study journalism at UBC. My Canadian experi
ence takes a new shape every single day, newer than I can handle, so I’d like
to storytell it for the old folks to critique.
  
Politeness
  
My first culture shock came from Canadian politeness. I played soccer in UBC’
s league and couldn’t stand the fact that people were so nice to me. If I kep
t the ball to myself without passing, say, back in China, guys would call me a
“ballhog” and names; when I do it here they say, “Do you need any support?
”
Sweet, the result is, as you can imagine, I always refuse to be supported.
  
Friendliness
  
I like the fact that strangers sometimes greet you with the warmth of a friend
. It’s even nicer in Vancouver Island where people new to each other can enga
ge themselves in a talk for no reason.
Since I came I’ve made more friends than I expected. My Caucasian roommates a
re beautiful people and we had a good time playing “mafia”, sharing food and
shouting “Go Canucks go!”
Do we have any problem with each other? Yes we do. A roommate of mine makes a
lot of noise when he makes love, and the wall between us is too thin to contai
n the moaning. But I am not too upset about that, as he does it only twice a d
ay.
  
My pushers, my best friends
  
“Welcome to BC,” said my classmate Mike on my birthday party as he took out
a pipe from his pocket.
My jaw hit the ground when he laid some tea-like stuff in the pipe and said it
was a birthday gift he bought me from Hasting.
“I don’t even smoke cigarette, man, and you give me pot?” I turned him down
.
He was so upset that it’s not exaggerating to say that he was hurt.
But he didn’t give up. He started to invite other guys to take inhales rotati
onally. I was surprised to find that half a dozen of my classmates, male or fe
male, are so marijuana-friendly that they smoke it like a chimney.
“Come on, man, this is BC,” they can’t wait to stone me.
And I took my first inhale. It didn’t work on me though, probably because I n
ever smoked cigarette and was unable to force the air into my lung.
Mike was so happy about becoming my pusher.
I have another pusher Geoff, my roommate who tries to make me a Christian. He
bought me a bible, took me to church and all kinds of Christian parties.
I like his earnestness in trying to “save” me, though I don’t like the idea
of being saved by somebody whose existence is in question. I enjoy singing so
ngs with lots of people in church – not when SARS is spreading – and listeni
ng to their discussion on life and death. It’s a big part of Canadian culture
worth experiencing.
Though neither of them has changed me successfully, my pushers have become my
best Canadian friends. I spent thanksgiving and Christmas with their families
on the Island. My first taste of turkey, first self-made Christmas tree and fi
rst talk with sexy country girls – everyday has been a new experience, thanks
to my friends.
  
Nasty times
  
Did I have blue times in Canada? Yes. The first time I felt being discriminate
d was when I interviewed an immigration official on the government’s plan to
disperse immigrant settlement.
“Your questions are nonsense,” she tried to intimidate me, “They don’t mak
e any sense.”
“You are just a student,” she went on, “You are not professional enough.”
  
What hurt me most was that she said “Do you understand the English that I am
speaking?” as she knew that I was from China.
It hurt me so much that I was even afraid of hearing her voice when I went ove
r my tape, something I usually do before writing a news article.
It has been my worst Canadian experience, but I take it as an individual behav
ior rather than society as a whole. I should say ninety nine times out of a hu
ndred people I interview are nice to me; the percentage is much higher than wh
at I experienced in China.
In fact, some bizarre experience helps me learn more about Canadian culture.
  
I was wanted by a cop last October. Assigned by a mad professor to find out th
e body condition of Wei Amanda Zhao, I phoned Vancouver’s coroner and made so
me guesswork which I asked her to confirm.
This tight-lip lady turned out to be a nervous nanny. Not only did she refuse
to tell me anything, but she told the Burnaby police that I had “hold-back”
information which they withheld from the public. God knows, maybe my guesswork
happened to be right.
So an RCMP guy called “Tyson” started looking for me. He called the heads of
my school for information on me and I was scared because I didn’t know if he
wanted to arrest me.
When he finally got me on the phone, he was condescending, if not threatening.
In a humble way I answered all his questions and explained to him that I didn
’t have any “hold-back” info. At last he was bored I guess and gave up ques
tioning.
But I regret being nice to him. I regret not exercising my rights guaranteed b
y the Constitution and I am probably not gonna have any more opportunity to ex
ercise it! I should have teased him and got more information on the case as an
exchange.
Conclusion: You don’t have to be nice to a Canadian cop unless you’ve broken
the law.
  
Go out and talk to people
  
Canadian culture is not carried by the Rocky Mountains, I believe, but the peo
ple they nurture.
Informed and intelligent, hospitable and artless, this is largely what I find
Canadians.
Many of them have traveled around the world and I’ve learned a lot more about
Europe and Africa by talking to them. Even about China, they sometimes know b
etter than I do. For example, I didn’t know Google was banned in my country l
ast September until they told me so.
It’s always been an excitement for me to scoop up interesting people in this
brand new culture.
I’ve done a video documentary with two of my classmates on a girl who’s surv
ived on the street without her family. An ex drug dealer and addict, she broke
my stereotype of desperate people needling themselves on Hasting. I never kne
w they had human faces until I got to know her.
She’s a good rapper who writes rhyme and performs with a passion for life. He
r energy spins with her as she dances.
“I got the skeletons in the closet
But that don’t bother me
I be the soldier from the jungle approximately
My corrupt past didn’t take me
Never beat me, never been locked up in society’s cage.”
She writes and raps. She has a faith that keeps her strong, that has pulled he
r out of the quagmire and leads her towards a better tomorrow. She now starts
fresh in a job training program and paints murals over the city’s graffiti.
  
“I’m goin’ up in flames
Never hold me down”
I decide that the part of Canadian life she’s shown me is never to be learned
at school.

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Education
  
Now back to school, it took me quite a while to figure out why I had studied s
o hard here, like never before.
It could be that my classmates are workaholics. Some of them work like masochi
sts, and take inhuman pleasure out of it. I guess I am more or less pressured
by the fact that they work like crazy, if they are not.
But why do they do so? My answer is that they love what they’ve chosen – and
they drop out if they don’t – which is a big thing about Canadian education
, free choice and motivation.
Few of my schoolmates have entered the program without being committed to jour
nalism. Two students did come to “see how it goes” and they’ve dropped out
because they don’t love it.
Fortunately I love what I am taking. This I believe has been more important th
an pressure in keeping me going.
In fact, I have made some contribution to Canada’s education, though by mista
ke. Looking for a TAship when I first came, I ran into a program called “huma
nities 101” sponsored by UBC. It offers free education to people aged from 20
to 70 who have not had opportunity to go to college.
It was not because I had a good heart that I undertake this unpaid TAship; I s
aid it was an accident. I didn’t know what “volunteer” meant when I saw the
job posting, which could be deadly for a job hunter in Canada.
When I found it out it was too late to withdraw, so I assumed that I had a goo
d heart and moved on with it.
It turned out to be a rewarding experience. I got to know underrepresented and
disadvantaged people from different parts of society: an old fisherman hurt b
y fish farming, a jobless immigrant crippled by language problem and a girl wh
o found “six bucks sucks…”
The only pity in my one year study is that I dropped out from a minor course o
f Canadian history. I took it only because I wanted to know more about the cou
ntry, but unfortunately it was too hard for me. The only thing I learned from
that course: It’s nothing like Chinese history.
  
Employment
  
A job doesn’t come easily, especially for an international journalism student
. I spent tons of time applying for a summer internship, which is a requisite
for my degree, but failed to find one in Canada.
While my schoolmates go to work for the Toronto Star, the CBC and the Vancouve
r Sun for $ 500--$1,000 Canadian a week, I can only struggle to get a job in S
ARS-hit Hong Kong, for as little as 6,000 HKD a month.
But I know I shouldn’t complain. If there’s anything to blame, it’s my Engl
ish. The one year education has helped me a lot; without it I wouldn’t even g
et a job in Hong Kong.

Hopefully the internship will add to my resume and help me get into mainstream
media next year when I graduate. To my encouragement, a second Chinese studen
t who went to Hong Kong last summer has made it to the Toronto Star.
If I couldn’t find a job here upon graduation, I wouldn’t blame Canada. Goin
g back home is not a bad choice. The whole point of being in Canada to me is n
ot to get a visa, but to learn as much as I can.
  
End
  
I enjoyed reading the article by the Waterloo student from Peking University.
I’ve written this only to provide a different perspective of a Chinese arts s
tudent in Canada
  
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redfeatherliuUID: 118762

楼上的，这是一篇转载文章，并不代表楼主就在加拿大。


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redfeatherliuUID: 118762

才看见，原来是去年的帖子。哈哈。

我把精华取消了。