I was wearing a red jacket, that jacket was as red as a ruby, It was a very beautiful red windbreaker jacket. The surface of the dress was covered with a layer of red fluff, which made the jacket very warm. Every time I put on this jacket, it made me feel very beautiful. This red jacket was specially packed for me by my mother and flew all the way to Canada from China, my mom believed red symbolizes good luck and she want to gave me some good luck at the first day. That day was the first day of my study in Canada, with excitement I walk into the school wearing my beloved red jacket with my heart full of confidence.
After go into the school the first thing I do was going to the international teacher office to say “hi”. When the teacher saw me, her first welcomed my arrival, and then she led me to get to know the school a bite, after check out the classroom, we stop at school hall. At that time, it was just after class all the students running around in the hall and chatted with each other, but when I was curiously observing the students, I found one thing, one thing that scared me: all the students’ clothes are dark color, like gray, or dark blue, compared with them, me who is wearing a red jacket feel like I’m in the wrong place, and it seems out of place with the surrounding environment. When I realized this, I suddenly became nervous, I was worried that people would notice the difference clothes color between me and them and start laugh at me. I move my backpack from back to front, and hugged it tightly, as if I was trying to hide myself from my jacket, in my heart I start begging the that teacher will not leave me alone in the hall, but the teacher really need to go because she needed to prepare the materials for her next class, but before leaving, she took me to meet some students sitting on the table and introduced me to them.
I sat down at their table, feeling very nervous. When I was sitting between them, me who wearing a red jacket as conspicuous as a red bean in a can of black bean, and everyone’s eyes were on me. ” Hello…” I greeted nervously, “Hello!” A girl responded to me. It felt like someone handed you a cup of hot water in a cold winter. The atmosphere suddenly became Eased. We smiled, and then we started chatting, “I like your red jacket.” The girl suddenly said to me, “Really?” I was a little surprised, “Don’t you think my jacket is weird?” “Of course not,” the girl smiled “Here is Canada has cultures all over the world. Respecting each culture is the most basic etiquette for a Canadian. Besides, your jacket is so beautiful, who wouldn’t like it?” I smiled shyly, feeling full of expectations for my future study .
From that moment, although I am not Canadian, I feel that I have become a part of Canada and become a Canadian.
Hi Keyan,
Thank you so much for sharing your story, I love how you told it. I had no idea that red symbolized such amazing things. You did a very good job of describing throughout your story and it made me feel as if I was walking through the school with you. You did a good job of keeping your story focused around the jacket throughout. For your very first sentence I would maybe try to use the word “jacket” only once, so you don’t get too repetitive. Overall this was a well told story and I loved the positivity at the end. I also really liked the bean metaphor!
– Alyssa