Tell us a little about your history since leaving High School.
Or tell us a short story you remember from High School.
NOTE: In the interest of privacy, your entries should not be too revealing. (No Birth Dates, No Emails, No Children’s Names, No Phone Numbers, No Addresses, No Inappropriate language)
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June 18, 2018 at 5:02 pm
Final farewell… by Eddy Jack… As webmaster for the BC Silver reunion I dedicate this story to all my fellow students…
The reunion is over and all the feedback has been very positive…
The following story is one that really happened but may have gone unnoticed by fellow students.
It was grade 12 math class with Miss Fancy… As you may recall, Miss Fancy was very young but a no-nonsense kind of person. Her short skirts were what most of the guys remember… In fact 1 or 2 of the boys, NOT ME, took it on themselves to write things on the very top of the blackboard just before she arrived to class… She, of course, would need to erase this before she got started… You see where I am going with this… She eventually caught onto this shenanigan and had one of the taller boys, erase the blackboard before she started… She NEVER had me do this … For reasons that will become clear later.
I always did very well in math class and was on several occasions asked by Miss Fancy to help other students… I don’t know if I was a “teacher’s pet” but she certainly liked me.
When the staff were choosing who would go to the 67 world’s fair in Montreal, she campaigned for me, but Allen Goodyear was chosen… The only reason I know this was because my best friend Barry was chosen and she felt sorry for me and wanted me to know she supported me.
Now for the point of this story…
One day in math class, I was sitting next to Jackie Lanigan, as usual… Jackie was also pretty good in math so Miss Fancy didn’t mind if we talked to each other, she seem to ignore us… For the most part.
The bell rings to end the class and I get up from my seat and start toward the door… At that moment Jackie makes the decision to “belt” me in the arm… I cannot remember if it was a closed fist this time or a slap… But it was something I had become accustomed to since grade 2, when she hit me with her skipping rope. The skipping rope incidents affected my mother much more than me… Whenever Jackie’s name was mentioned my mother would say… “Is that the bad girl that hit you with her skipping rope?”… Some mothers never forget…
Well, almost immediately, Miss Fancy call out “EDWARD”, and asked me to remain after class… Now I knew I couldn’t be in trouble, because this teacher actually liked me… I was very puzzled…
After everyone had left the room and I was close to her desk… She says, “I have noticed you getting hit by several girls. Is there a problem? What’s going on?” She was concerned that I was being bullied… Here I was at 6’ 2” being bullied by a 5 foot nothing, Jackie Lanigan… Or so she thought… She apparently saw other girls hitting me also on other occasions, and asked “Why are the girls hitting you?”
Well at this point my mind was racing trying to come up with some reasonable explanation for the assaults. My mind was a BLANK… but I remember thinking… Say something… ANYTHING… But don’t get the girls in trouble…
My only response was “They were not very good at accepting insults”.
She gave me a funny look and belted me in the arm… Saying “GET OUT”…
It was never spoken of again.
The reunion is over and all the feedback has been very positive…
The following story is one that really happened but may have gone unnoticed by fellow students.
It was grade 12 math class with Miss Fancy… As you may recall, Miss Fancy was very young but a no-nonsense kind of person. Her short skirts were what most of the guys remember… In fact 1 or 2 of the boys, NOT ME, took it on themselves to write things on the very top of the blackboard just before she arrived to class… She, of course, would need to erase this before she got started… You see where I am going with this… She eventually caught onto this shenanigan and had one of the taller boys, erase the blackboard before she started… She NEVER had me do this … For reasons that will become clear later.
I always did very well in math class and was on several occasions asked by Miss Fancy to help other students… I don’t know if I was a “teacher’s pet” but she certainly liked me.
When the staff were choosing who would go to the 67 world’s fair in Montreal, she campaigned for me, but Allen Goodyear was chosen… The only reason I know this was because my best friend Barry was chosen and she felt sorry for me and wanted me to know she supported me.
Now for the point of this story…
One day in math class, I was sitting next to Jackie Lanigan, as usual… Jackie was also pretty good in math so Miss Fancy didn’t mind if we talked to each other, she seem to ignore us… For the most part.
The bell rings to end the class and I get up from my seat and start toward the door… At that moment Jackie makes the decision to “belt” me in the arm… I cannot remember if it was a closed fist this time or a slap… But it was something I had become accustomed to since grade 2, when she hit me with her skipping rope. The skipping rope incidents affected my mother much more than me… Whenever Jackie’s name was mentioned my mother would say… “Is that the bad girl that hit you with her skipping rope?”… Some mothers never forget…
Well, almost immediately, Miss Fancy call out “EDWARD”, and asked me to remain after class… Now I knew I couldn’t be in trouble, because this teacher actually liked me… I was very puzzled…
After everyone had left the room and I was close to her desk… She says, “I have noticed you getting hit by several girls. Is there a problem? What’s going on?” She was concerned that I was being bullied… Here I was at 6’ 2” being bullied by a 5 foot nothing, Jackie Lanigan… Or so she thought… She apparently saw other girls hitting me also on other occasions, and asked “Why are the girls hitting you?”
Well at this point my mind was racing trying to come up with some reasonable explanation for the assaults. My mind was a BLANK… but I remember thinking… Say something… ANYTHING… But don’t get the girls in trouble…
My only response was “They were not very good at accepting insults”.
She gave me a funny look and belted me in the arm… Saying “GET OUT”…
It was never spoken of again.