The Queen, David Johnston, and the flag
This morning was a morning of adventures.
First off, at 8:15 we went to the immigration office where, along with 78 other people from 23 different countries, my husband swore to faithfully observe the laws of Canada; he pledged allegiance to Queen Elizabeth II; and he promised to fulfill his duties as a Canadian. He did this in English and in French and in so doing, he finally became a Canadian citizen. Continue reading
Yeah. That title is creepy. It’s even creepier when you remember it needs to be said by David Bowie when he is dressed in a long wig and very tight pants.
This morning my husband is writing his citizenship exam to become a real live Canadian.
He’s been studying hard and asking me annoying questions like, “Why was Wilfred Laurier important?” and “What are the three levels of government?” which is somehow distinct from, “What are the three branches of government?”
I am happy that I don’t have to take this test, although I think I may have written something similar for my eleventh grade social studies final.
Anyway, wish him luck.
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