High school

Hello

I dedicate this post to all of those that attended high school with me and had a ball going through it except we didn't know then; Love you all.


So what type of student were you daddy?? I obviously lied my pants off. I want my kids to be better students than I was.


Secondary 1 and 2 I was ok, still nerdy, just skipped a lot of classes. This would be my trademark trough high school. But hold on Hold on Chuck, you never defied authority!? You were a happy go lucky type of guy not rocking the boat at all. Well there is a dark side of me that I can reveal now because I'm old and don't give a rat's ass who finds out about it. You saw one side of the medal, not the other one.



There was the time that we got a vice principal, Mr. Paquin, first days of classes my brother and I got pulled aside in the corridors to be chastise by him. He told us that the previous year we had missed more than half the school year and that he was going to keep an eye on us. We agreed with him that it was too much and that this was going to be the year when the Guzman brothers turned the page and were going to become exam plenary students. Ok, sure....Boy that is a bunch of baloney; I missed so many days that year. I think that was the year I got called into the principal's office where I was shown a 1 inch school book with all the excuses my dad had "done" for me. I was asked if all of the papers were real, I said yes et voilà end of story. Boy, thank God my dad's signature was so easy to copy.


Did you know that my dad and my aunt were killed in a car accident? My mother was in a coma because of that accident. This was an excuse I used after missing almost a month of school....A month!!! It was probably more. This is the story I gave to Madame Lesage (Principal) all she could say at the end of my sobbing story was that she believed everything I had told her but she would like to speak with my mother when she got better. I told my mother what was going on and she called Madame Lesage. My mother always had my back and provided the financial support that a very few had.

What about JC, he was born in NYC and was a mechanic! My answers during a test in religion course. I was nuts. Anyways, this allowed the religion teacher to meet my mother. I wouldn't like to be Madame Garneau. My mother gave me a play by play of what had gone on. I felt sorry for her. There was also the time that the French theater teacher wanted to see my mother because I missed a lot of his courses....boy did my mother let him have it. The principal had to ask me politely to go and finish his course and I did.
These are some of my highlights in high school and no wonder they didn't believe me when I told my old English teacher what I was doing with in my life, teaching computers at the YMCA, she laughed. The kid who had so many Gastroenteritis is doing what?? Right and Santa is coming early this year. Boy if they knew that at the end I was a head technician that survived 10 layoffs because he was good at what he did, they would probably wonder where did the system failed and allow such a loser to continue his dream.

So as an update with my life, I did good teachers. I am (was) a very productive member of society thanks to you all. I became a better student in college (CEGEP), went to university, got sick, got married, had kids, join Facebook where I met my old school buddies and now enjoy a forced retirement. But I will never forget high school and all the people that I met there, "long may you run"



Kind regards and love to all