A Day in the Life of a Canadian, Eh?

By Jennah M.

Canada is very well known for its extreme weather, and its overuse of the word “eh,” but there is a lot more to it than most think. I decided to dig deeper into the life of Canadians and I noticed that there is a very similar daily routine among the citizens of Canada.

When we wake up on a beautiful summer day, the first thing we do is look outside at the beautiful snowstorm that awaits us. We then check the weather; to see that’s it’s a lovely minus twenty-two degrees today. Afterwards, we go downstairs, to have a cup of coffee (made out of Tim Hortons coffee beans, of course) and bacon and maple syrup jelly, spread on toast. After doing our typical morning rituals, brushing our hair, and washing our face, and putting on make-up and brushing out our polar bears’ fur and whatnot, we find an outfit. What we wear may be different, but it always consists of ‘aboot’ five layers of clothing.

When it comes time for us to go to work or school, we put on our jacket, snowboots, scarf, mittens, toque, and whatever else we can find to keep us warm. We then take our pet polar bear outside, mount it, and let it lead us to work, then park it with the others.

At Canadian schools, our curriculum consists of French lessons, Canadian history, gym class, icefishing, shoveling, and snowman building classes.  Kathryn S., fifteen-year-old schoolgirl, says, “snowman building is my favourite class, eh. We learn very important life skills in this class, more so than French and Canadian history eh. We even get put into teams. I’m on the eh-team.” When asked her favourite class, teenager Sara N. says, “icefishing, for sure, eh. I know its mean to kill fish, but I always apologize right away. It helps me feed my polar bear, Maple. Right now, I’ve got an eh-plus in icefishing.”

Our lunch hours are definitely the best part of our day. “One of my favourite things to do over my lunch break is to strap on my snowshoes, eh, put on my parka, eh, and trek through the blizzard, and get a good ol’ double-double from Timmies, eh,”, Kathryn S. Everyone of course, is at Timmies, so it can get pretty crowded. If we accidently bump into someone, or get bumped into, for that matter, we say a simple “sorry, eh,” and of course buy the other person a cup of coffee. “Tim Hortons just brings all of us together, eh,” says Kathryn.

Once our workday or school day is over, and we have been taken back to our igloos on our trusty bears, we eat dinner composed of the two food groups: bacon and maple syrup (same as breakfast), then strap on our skates. We get our friends and family together, and play some hockey, in the beautiful weather. After our amateur game of hockey, we go back into our igloos, buckle down with a beer, and watch that night’s hockey game with our closest friends. “Canada is great, eh. Everyone knows everyone. We all know ‘aboot’ John from Toronto, and Alex from Winnipeg, and Snowblower Sally from Okotoks, eh. We all are all just one big family, eh?” says Sara N.

After our maple syrup bath, we sit down with another cup of Tim Hortons coffee, and listen to some music made by our fellow Canadian singers: Justin Bieber, Drake, and Celine Dion. “I knew Justin Bieber, eh, everyone did. Nice kid, eh. I was his first fan. I remember the Tim Hortons I was in when he was discovered, eh,” Sara tells us.

We then comb out our polar bears fur and hang up our snowshoes. After brushing our teeth with maple syrup, we get ready for bed. We have our maple syrup and bacon vitamins, and tuck ourselves into bed.

So there it is, the truth behind all of those Canadian stereotypes. And for all of you Canadians out there, be sure to tell John, Alex, and Snowblower Sally, that their friend Jennah says hi, eh.

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