After 'Mister Chisholm' and I parted ways I started high school. I had all the optimism of a convict being released from prison. I truly thought it was going to be a fresh start; of course it wasn't.
I spent 2 years mulling about the school and nearby parks with the other disenchanted teen-aged souls, listened to far too much lame music, and generally just wasted my time. The week I turned 16 was spent on a Greyhound bus destined for my cousin's house north of Calgary. I was back home in a little over a year with a badly broken arm and my man-boy ego in tatters. Luckily I had some savings as well as a small legal settlement to compensate me for the new metal accessories I now had holding the bones in my arm together.
Within a couple months I was healed up and itching for a new adventure. I decided I wanted to travel and 'see the country' so, with all the naiveté and recklessness of a 17 year old high school drop out who quit taking his ADD medication, I stuck out my thumb. I hitchhiked all over New Brunswick at first, then the Maritimes, and eventually all across the country. During this period I became friends with a group of modern day hobos who showed me the ins and outs of riding freight trains. In the end I spent 4 years travelling this way while working at communal farms and orchards.
Around 21 I started having a quarter-life crisis which may, or may not, have been brought on by reading too much post-modern and post-structuralist literature. After this bout with existential angst I, perhaps paradoxically, decided that if god was dead, and the concept of fate was a fallacy then I might as well do something. This somehow involved me going back to school.
I didn't want, or for that matter need, to go back to high school so I worked the system a bit by telling the admissions department that I was home schooled. After a few placement exams I was excepted to Algonquin's Social Service Worker program. I transferred to Carleton University the following year to the BSW program.
TL/DR I was born, I traveled, I went to university for social work.
These days I'm rather boring... I moved to Halifax in February after a few years of living in Vancouver and working in the DTES for a supportive housing organisation for people with mental health and/or addiction issues. I really liked the job and (a big difference for me) the organisation, but it was time to move back to the East Coast. I now manage a housing support program in the north end. It's really great, but has it's challenges.
I also volunteer and do community development things here and there. I'm considering starting a mentoring program that matches youth with ADHD and learning disabilities with post-secondary students and professionals with similar conditions, but I've sort of put tthis on the back burner for now. I also help some of my friends with their bands, and I usually have some odd project on the go. (I recently bought an old motorcycle which has been fun)
I'm probably the most open minded and non-judgmental guy I know, but I have to admit that I have little time for those who see the world as black or white. I was raised by lesbians, my bio-mom and her partner. This ingrained in me a respectful attitude in general, but particularly towards women. I like meeting everyone from the stodgy to the clinically insane. I can be pretty impulsive but usually in a fun way. I love the DIY movement, but its caused me to become addicted to tools and Canadian Tire.
Anyway (sorry for the essay) I really don't what else to write. I don't really know why I made this profile but I'm newly back on the East Coast so, if you think we might get along, message me.
TL/DR I'm a social worker , I volunteer, I build/fix things as a hobby, I need a social life.