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I remember the first day I was dropped off for Grade 1. I hated the day. I hated the school. I felt alone and wanted to just go home. I didn't know the language, the people or the school. The days felt like months. I remember the first day I was dropped off for Grade 10 in Canada. I didn't hate it, but I was so shocked. I was lonely. I was sad. I didn't know the language (again!), the people or the school. And above all, I was so scared of the unknown ahead of me. What I felt, I remember now, was real fear of the unknown. I remember waving good-bye to the family that had cared for me during the summer as they left town. It was all surreal. I saw the van vanished in the horizon from my dorm window....and then...silence. And then again, I remember the first day I went to university. No one dropped me off, and that in itself was reason for me to wish to cry. No one dropped me off because I h...