gENEratioN yThe Beginnings ofBeginningsan Unfamiliar PlacetExt: LEAt AhROny“College is going to be awesome man!” Jacobyelled as he threw the navy blue cap in the air.The thought of finally being able to detachhimself from his parents made his heart feelwarmer. On the other side however, a volcanic pressureof worry was building up inside of Kristina. Holding ahandkerchief in one hand, she wiped the tears that werestreaming down her pear shaped face. What will I dowithout my parents? How is it possible for me to leavemy home? With every high school graduation, there arestudents that lie on the two ends of the extremes. I amsandwiched in between.Most people would agree that university or collegeis one of the best chapters of their lives. It is dependenton how you spend your time, and make certain choices.Every year, thousands of high school graduates celebratethis joyous event, as the flashes of camera decorate theelevated stage. For the first time in their lives, they aregoing to be alone and free. Most, take this as a positiveevent, and others are fearful to leave their safety net. Thissummer, I faced this situation.A plane to Vancouver was scheduled to depart on thenight of August 29, 2011. My luggage was packed. Mydocuments and passport was safely secured. My mindwas ready. I wanted to enjoy university life for sure, butI wasn’t going to forget that like high school, I was goingthere to learn something. My goal was to make newfriends, experience a new culture and life, but also makesure I do well in my studies. For many students, theirostensible goal is to do well in their university studies,but their real desire is to study later and party hard.Not all students fall into this picture, but a fair amountof first year university students do. On the night ofAugust 29th, my plane made a safe landing in Vancouverinternational airport.Experiencing a new culture can be quite intimidating,especially when you are switched 180 degrees. Taiwan hasalways been my home. When you have known a place foryour entire life, built connections with the people aroundyou, witnessed the traditional events that occur everyyear, you feel a sense of security. You feel the protectionof the thin threaded silky net. I know that I’ve been livingin a safety bubble, and moving halfway across the worldis a challenge; it is a challenge that I am glad I took. Novideos, brochures, or readings can prepare you for theabsolute experience of a different world.Here in Canada (Victoria BC), tall concrete buildingsare replaced with town houses with large backyards,swings, grass, trees, and front lawns. 7-11 on everycorner of the street does not occur. I no longer haveto fish through tiny narrow alleys. I no longer have toface the horrific slimy slums. I no longer have to worryabout crossing the street without getting run over bya car or taxi. “It’s a lot more relaxed and fresh overhere,” I described to my parents over Skype. I can openthe windows without screens, and not worry aboutmosquitos. I can sit on the lush fresh green grass and readmy textbooks. I wake up in the morning to an absolutelygorgeous view, just like a painting. Sometimes I still needto force myself to believe that this is really happening,that I am not just picturing it in my mind. The livingstandard is higher, but it does come at a price. The taxmakes all the difference. Despite the fact that there aremany advantages to what life is like in Canada comparedto Taiwan, there are also adjustments that I need to attainto. One of these is the excessive consumption of alcohol.Alcohol is present all over the world. Go to the famousclub, Luxy in downtown Taipei, and you will feel the heatand vibration. You will most likely also feel the burningsensation of the fiery liquid trickling down your throat.26 october 2011 www.communitycenter.org.tw
However, all this is done inside the cage of fire ratherthan in your very own dorm or apartment.I know how wild and crazy parties can get, andthings can get out of hand when teenagers drink toomuch alcohol. Once, I helped a classmate down thestairs, because she was too intoxicated to do it herself.As I pulled her hair back, the acidic puke rushed outof her mouth into the toilet bowl. I have witnessed thepower of alcohol, which is why I don’t drink. Whydo certain individuals choose to drink till they're sickin the stomach? A casual drink is enjoyable, but notexcessive or binge drinking. The condition lingers on tothe next day; “Hangover” would the right word for it.“Let’s party tonight!” My roommates exclaimedexcitedly as they rose from their chairs. I’m lucky tohave three wonderful, fun, and friendly roommates,but they do like to have their parties. The advantageof living in a one-floor apartment on campus is theluxury of cooking for yourself, but this also opensopportunities for hosting “social” events.I like to socialize, but when it comes to irrationaland ridiculous parties, I prefer to stay in my privateroom, especially someone like me who gets irritatedby dirt, dust, and untidiness. Cleaning is a one of myhobbies, but cleaning after drunken students isn’t fun.I find it difficult to have a normal continuousconversation, because of the blasting music in thebackground, horrible beer breaths, and sticky floors.You witness the smooching couple on the sofa, thecrazy drinking games, and the girl – who is alreadyabout to pass out – spills her drink on your carpetfloor. Whoops! Suddenly, more people walk intoyour apartment shouting, “whooo! Party Clusternumber 53!” The combination of muddy dirty shoesand freshly spilt vodka does not offer an attractivesight or scent. At the end of the night, when the largecrowd finally dissipates and goes on their way to findanother housing unit to party in, I come out of myroom, and face the disastrous mess.My roommates being nice enough (though a littlewoozy) offer to clean it up the next morning, but Isay no. I don’t want to wake up to a revolting andnauseating odor, and a muddy dark grey smearedkitchen floor. I don’t want to wake up to empty cansand bottles, and sticky tables. With the little cleaningsupplies that I have, I scrubbed, washed, cleaned,tidied, and organized until it was satisfactory, andcomfortable.As I continue to face culturally different events,I learn from them, so that the next time, I won’t besurprised. The environment is beautiful, and thepeople are amazingly helpful and kind; I am havinga fabulous time so far. As Icontinue my adventurousjourney, I hope to learngreater and more valuableknowledge, ideas, culture,a n d v a l u e s . O n e t h i n gremains true however. Eventhough Taiwan has its flaws,it is the only place in theworld that I will call home.ACC adSame as lastmonth美 僑 廣 告 與 上 月 同( 橘 色 的 )www.communitycenter.org.tw OCTOBER 201127