The DeCanadianization of Peter
Today I am officially an American. I tried to fight it, but it's done. I've been assimilated. Resistance was futile. The last vestiges of my Canadianness are gone, and it goes back to being a hidden little secret. I guess I can finally stop spelling words with extra 'u's. It's not like I'm ashamed of it or anything, in fact I tried to recreate the Canadian flag on my knife kit. I guess observant people will be able to still tell whether it be from my pronunciation of 'out', my references to Degrassi, or my acceptance of people from other cultures, all of which definitely label me an non-American.
So why did this happen? No I didn't buy a gun...although that would have been my first guess too. Today I finally switched over to California plates. I guess this means my car is American as well.
So why did this happen? No I didn't buy a gun...although that would have been my first guess too. Today I finally switched over to California plates. I guess this means my car is American as well.