We stand up in the classroom. Our chairs scraping on the tile floor. We move beside our desks leaden and face the front of the room. Our arms are slack at our sides and we wait for the cue. I look at the blank blackboard in front of me and wonder why we don’t have a flag to stare at instead. The teacher starts us off “O Canada, our home and native land” and we join in. Monotonous and pathetic. We are just a bunch of kids crossing the anthem off our list for the day.