Today, Jonathan Some-guy-who-works-for-the-Canadian-government (This is his last name), told me that I do not need to get a work permit for temporary acting gigs. A Work Visa is only needed if I enter into an employment agreement with a company, which I am not planning on doing. This is very good news. I didn't really want to be illegal unless absolutely necessary. And even then, it wasn't an option that excited me.
My high school Alumni basketball game was a week ago and my best friend Maura and I went to provide moral support to one another as we together tackled the judgmental and frightening environment of former peers reuniting. We quickly found Jon, my best guy-friend from high school and our other classmate, Brian. We did the "stand there and look awkward by trying to fake a conversation while the guys finished there conversation" move and eventually slid into a more informal post-"so what are you up to" conversation with the two guys. While the four of us sat on the front row of the top bleacher section many faces from my past walked by and surprisingly, I was happy to see each one. I was sincerely curious as to what they were up to and who they are becoming and throughout the night I began to see that no matter who we all were in high school, the boundaries between social groups have blurred. There still remains the "Heart-throb", the "Smart Nerd", and the "Drama Queen", but we've all become the "Office worker", the "Poor Med Student, and the "Starving Artist". We went to Applebees and joked a bit. High school memories were there, but irrelevant. Our skins have finally welcomed us.
And when we meet again as the "Office Manager", "Doctor", and well..."Starving Artist" I suppose we'll enjoy that transition as well.
