Saturday, November 11, 2006
Track 02: Afterglow - INXS
Grade 12 was such a great year. So many great friends, so many great times. There are a few things that really stand out in my mind of that year.
Jazz band
Mr. Carroll: "You can take beat three off"
Me: "Is that with vacation pay?"
I loved learning how to improv and everyone's reaction. I loved Anne and Melissa and the small glimpse that we got into their relationship. I loved Jazz band clinics at 8:30 Sunday morning, and the trips to Tim Hortons before and after. I loved making fun of the saxophones and their sea-gull squeaks. I loved driving Philip, Steve, and Tyler home almost every day, and hearing "that was a great turn" from the backseat. I loved Mr. Carroll. I loved the Christmas concert. I loved "Mr. Beat", even though I'd never admit it.
The Class
The class. The Class. Nine people who were a part of my life almost every single day for six year. Six years! It seems so much longer than six years. The first day of school of grade seven: 20 people who had no idea who each other were, coming together to attempt to learn French when our little pubescent minds were certainly past the critical stage for learning a new language. So many memories...So, so many good memories.
The Curtis dance. "Holy Phoque!". Amanda and I getting in trouble every single day in grade 8 for talking, even though we weren't. Mlle Roy. Mlle Roy finding a note on my desk, taking it, photocopying it, and making me get mom to sign it. "Joe says I look like an angel!". Kink-kink. Mr. Ghaney and his broken foot. Mr. Ghaney's anger making him eat the health book. Mrs. Hicks and her franglais. Not speaking any French after grade 7. Les Acadiens. Sans Bon Sang. Economie Canadien pie chart (50% Walmart). Joe & Kayla & the class' relationship. Grade 9 grad and the after party. Eating blue cheese. "Mes amis, honnetment....". Grade 12 French class eating and crying. Hughes. Hughes and James. "Shut up, fatboy!". Marie Chapdelaine project. Ms. Wadman's fear that we would all fail Historie Mondial. Ms. Wadman's fear almost coming true. The class alternating doing the homework every night and copying the next day. Math friends. St Pierre: The horse, the boatride, James asking me out, Valentino, Morgan and Amanda, the big scary dog, chocolate pastries for breakfast. Cheating on tests from day one to the level three final.
Making some of the best friends I've ever had.
I think I'm done being nostalgic for today. But it was a great trip down memory lane.
I've had such a great life. :D
-Jillian
