I have degrees from two universities. Because I wait until fall to make my annual donations, I am guaranteed to receive reminder phone calls. The calls usually come in November. On this particular evening I was home alone. I wasn’t busy. The phone rang. “Hello.” “Hello. I’m calling for Gary.” “This is he.” “Hello Gary.… Continue reading Voice From the Past?
In the spring of 1981, I participated in my university’s rugby tour to New England. I had just finished my BSc. I was going to work for a year before pursuing my BEd. I was soon to start a six month contract with the navy. Life was treating me well. It was a ten day… Continue reading Into the Wilderness – PART I
… continued from Dec 14 How I ended up playing the metre stick is a whole other story. It is actually tied to how I came to have the opportunity to teach grade 2 and later become a principal. But that’s a story for another day. For the final twenty-five years of my career, I… Continue reading Classroom Christmas Parties – PART II
I wasn’t a fan of using class time for partying. With all the disruptions and storm days during the year, to set aside a full period for a Christmas party didn’t make sense, not to me anyway. Over the years I often heard teachers say to their students, “With so many of you going to… Continue reading Classroom Christmas Parties – PART I
Nookers Nookers was the name we had for boyfriends and girlfriends making out in a parked car. During my early teen years, they would often be spotted at historic Carleton Martello Tower. On occasion, my buddies and I would walk up to the Tower to see if there were any nookers. We would approach the… Continue reading Nookers
Recently, I had a conversation with Gerry. We first taught together thirty years ago. He has been retired for twenty-four years. He is doing well. I was reminded of a staff meeting we had in 1989. Gerry was getting close to retirement. During these meetings he would sit quietly and stare at the papers in… Continue reading A Simple Request
My first teaching job was in Newfoundland. My home was in a small town. It was an active and fun place to live. The town included a movie theatre; actually, it was a garage. An older couple ran B listed movies, or older popular ones, on weekends. The local students referred to the establishment as… Continue reading The Rat Trap