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What do you remember about heading off to College or University? Did you have to leave home? I did. I wanted to go to Art College in Toronto Ontario but my mother said being an artist wasn't a career and she would not give me money towards that. So I applied for two Universities - one in Toronto, the other in British Columbia.
To be honest I wanted to go to British Columbia to get as far away as I could from my mother. There, I said it. We'd never gotten along and it got worse after my dad died when I was 14.
Anyway, the letter of acceptance arrived from University of Toronto, but nothing from UBC. So off I trudged to the big city. U of T didn't accept me into residence so I had to find a room somewhere to live in. It was pretty bad. There were cockroaches and I shared a disgustingly filthy bathroom with 16 people. The door to my room didn't lock so every night I shoved a dresser against it. Did I mention I was 17 and never been away from home? Even the Bell telephone installer was horrified at my living conditions, especially since I was a young, very naive girl.
But my trials and tribulations over living in a big city entirely on my own are another story. I don't recall one single visit or phone call from my mother or my older brothers and sisters so I felt very alone and yes - scared!
While I was in Toronto struggling to get to classes and not get too freaked by my horrendous living conditions or the scariness of the scummy part of Toronto I was forced to live in, something happened that my mother didn't mention to me for several years. Yes I said years.
It seems that no sooner had I left for Toronto then UBC sent a letter accepting me into both the University and residence. But my mother tore it up and didn't tell me. Years later when I asked her why (hey, maybe she would miss me or something?) she shrugged her shoulders and said "Oh I couldn't face the thought of having to take a day off work to move you again!"
This has been an interesting memory for me. I truly meant to talk about University of Toronto, meeting new friends, going to classes and so on. But by just letting my thoughts take me where they wanted, I got a lot of resentment towards my mother out on paper. And I feel better!
It wasn't all bad for me. I met great friends and had a wonderful time at U of T. I didn't graduate as I was way too busy partying but it was an incredible experience. And as horrible as much of it was, I think it made me a strong person and able to cope with the challenges life has thrown at me along the way.
What were your leaving home experiences like?