We started from the bottom, now we’re here, we started from the bottom now the whole team’s here. Actually, we started in Ontario, now we’re here, and here is Vancouver, British Columbia.
Coming to the LiveDifferent Academy I now realize I had absolutely no idea what to expect. When I decided to apply for the academy, I had seen a few presentations and heard about Live Different’s Hero Holidays from a team of students that went at my school. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but, was I ever wrong. Coming into this I thought I would be touring with a group of normal, quiet people. I figured we would be well rested and very professional. As time passed, I realized that my team had been infected with a virus; and not just any virus but one that turned them into zombies! This means they never sleep, they are extremely loud – at all the wrong moments, they act weird and awkward in large groups, and most unorthodox of all, they bite!
So what I’m trying to say is that this blog is a cry for help. I’m trapped, they have taken me and I am sure that they are real zombies. Please come and find me – it might be difficult because we move around a lot but I’ll tell you as much as I can. We are traveling around the west in a large black bus that they call ‘Black Chedda’’. A techno country reggae mix is usually blasting out of the speakers and their leader who also happens to be the driver, has evasive driving skills! (So just a tip if your going to come rescue me, you will need a big fast truck to catch up).
I bet you’re wondering how I came to the conclusion that they were real zombies huh, well I’ll explain it to you. They began only showing symptoms that they had been infected – things such as sleeping in strange positions on the bus, having weird jerky dance moves, and just simply by biting. As time passed all these symptoms only intensified the sleeping was either oddly or non-existent, the dancing became more intense – to the point where trying to keep up with these zombies left me with a sore neck, and the attempted bites became more frequent. As all of these things were happening they also thought that climbing 5.5 km up a mountain was a good idea and jumping around in gravel pits would be fun. Let me tell you, they were right. As strange as these zombies are they are my family, and I wouldn’t trade them in for the world.
Being on tour has taught me a lot. I have learned that I may be part zombie, or am at least turning into one the longer I spend with them. But it has also taught me it is perfectly normal to be weird, because eventually you’ll find where you’re supposed to be, and you’ll find people (or zombies, whichever you prefer) who are just as weird as you are. At times I miss my normal family and even though I’m not home I know that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
P.S. The events mentioned in the first parts of this blog may have been slightly exaggerated, but were all based of off real experiences. Enjoy.
P.P.S. I learned that the bites – they were just a way of the zombies showing they loved and accepted me – they weren’t trying to eat me, phew I was really worried I might not make it to the end of tour.