I love studying in the common room. I like the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the courtyard. I like the sun-drenched white walls and the gently rippling water. I love the opportunity to encounter all these interesting people in Graduate House.
Alejandro is one of the maintenance staff here. I first encountered him and his co-worker when I was practicing billiards. They joked about not wanting to play against me because I looked so serious, and thereafter I smiled at them whenever I ran into them.
Today we chatted a bit more. He asked me what I was taking and where I was from. Upon learning that I'm from the Philippines, he said a few words in Tagalog. (Aww!) He also asked if I was planning to return or stay in Canada, and I told him that I wasn't sure yet. A PhD is tempting, and so is work, but I miss my country.
He asked me what I was doing, and I told him about the reading paper
that I'm working on. "You should be outside," he said. "It's a
beautiful day. You can study until fwop," and he mimed a clock's
hands, "and then you can go dancing." He proceeded to demo salsa,
merengue, and other Latin dances. And he knew how to dance really
A Spanish teacher in his native Chile, he found upon arriving in Canada that few of his university credits would be honored and that he'd have to start all over again. He said, "Forget it," and started a pizzeria. He worked hard for six years, but it folded and he was left with a huge debt. Now he works at Graduate House to pay the bills.
I told him how even PhDs from developing coutries are often forced to give up what they had trained to do, and how many people from the Philippines go to other countries to find better opportunities but don't get further than being a domestic helper or a construction worker, much less open a pizzeria. I said, "Well, at least you have salsa..." He laughed.
Canada has its own little sorrows.
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