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Once I had learned all there surely was to know about Canadian history, the editors took me out in the parking lot, and we chugged Molson Canadians. After all of the garbage Canadian food I ate all day, my stomach was just fucked. I ended up spitting up half of my beer, and retreated to finish my last task for the day: a "Canadian Hat Trick."From what my managing editor tells me, hat tricks are just when you do three great things together. (He also mentioned something about Gordie Howe, but I dunno.) For my hazing finale, I smoked BC bud, ate poutine (yet more surmountable proof that most Canadian dishes are bad for you), and listened to Rush's 2112.If there's one thing I learned after a day of Canadian cliché hazing, it's that I can say definitively: I don't get Rush.Sorry.Follow Allison Tierney on Twitter.