As I mentioned in a previous post, sometimes easy questions trip me up. Like today, when I was at the launch of a magazine which includes a few articles I’ve written. I met the President of the Seminary and he asked me what program I’m in.
Me: I’m doing an MDiv. But I’m hoping to transfer into MDiv Clinical Counselling.
President: That’s nice. And where are you from?
Me: Um. Well. (Pause) I think–I’m American.
President: (Eyebrows raised) You think you’re American? Because here in Canada that makes a biiiiig difference! (Chuckles loudly)
Me: Ha. Yeah. I am. Yup. I’m American.
(In my defense: (If I can make one)I was confused because I wasn’t sure if he meant where did I live before? Vancouver. Where did I go to University? Montreal. Where did I grow up? America. All very different places to very different questions)
He later introduced me as “The young lady who “thinks” she’s American”. Someone mentioned that maybe I was confused because I’m a third culture kid (I’m not). I indicated that I’m not.
President: Well, did you live in the USA your whole life?
Me: Well yes. Until I moved. Then I spent the other part of my life in Canada.
President: (Uproarious laughter)
Me: (BLUSHING PROFUSELY)
Did I mean to be sassy? No. Am I genuinely confused when people ask me life questions? Yes.