Reverse Culture Shock
<p>We moved from Karachi, Pakistan to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada in July of 1979. For my Dad, a Foreign Service Officer, Vancouver was one of his dream postings and he was absolutely thrilled with the new assignment.</p>
<p>Me, not so much.</p>
<p>We had been in Karachi for two years, for my freshman and sophomore years of high school. The school was the smallest one I’d ever been to, with 250 students from kindergarten through 12th grade. Total. My grade had 20 kids in it. 20!</p>
<p>Though high school is the same pretty much anywhere you go, there is a special camaraderie that happens when you’re a third culture kid living overseas, especially in smaller outposts. Sure, there were cliques; that is inevitable no matter what and probably will be forever and ever. Amen. On every planet and sector of the universe where there is such a thing as high school, there will be cliques.</p>
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