The first of April.
When I was 16 years old, I applied to attend Lester B. Pearson United World College of the Pacific for my last two years of high school. My cousin had attended the school a few years before that, and was effusive about how his time there was among the best two years of his life.
My interview to attend the school came shortly after my 17th birthday, and while I was nervous to walk into a boardroom in the financial district and face a barrage of questions from women and men in fancy clothes, I was also relatively calm: I had prepared well for this interview, and there wasn’t a single question they could ask me that would stump me.
I was wrong.
The interview had a “Canadiana” section, where each interviewee would have to answer a few basic questions about our country. Since Pearson College was an international school, students selected would act as ambassadors for their home country; a...
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