I never thought that immigration would be so harsh about hearing us out. Before we set off to the airport immigration said that we could get a meeting/hearing with them. In the end they say the law is the law and that we couldn’t appeal it, the thing is that we had faith until the last minute for a miracle.
I withdraw my allegiance to the universe. *shakes fist*
I was late waiting for the phone call from the chief immigration officer, telling us that there wasn’t anything we could do.(Then why the F did they say they would grant us a meeting?) Then I was shuffled through aircanada boarding, security, waited for my passport and off to the gate. The man that took me through said that this rarely happens to Canadians that I just had bad luck. I boarded the plane and they said that I cannot take my rose into Canada, the lady that escorted me on to the plane was nice enough to tell me how to press it into a book so I can keep it for longer.
The steward on board that served the food commented on my rose (actually a lot of people did along the way to the gate) saying that there is a girl in business class crying her eyes out because she had fallen in love with a boy while she was here on her 6 month student visa.
It feels like someone ripped the quintessence from me when it was just emotionally embraced with my spirit for the first time.
I have a set track that I am going to run during my return to Edmonton.
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