When I was a junior in high school, I decided that I wanted to become popular. Fortuitously, my scientist parents were about to make the one wanton decision that they would ever make in their lives: leaving me home alone for a weekend, along with my little brother.
Normally ones to frown upon any vacation not spent in a tent, my parents made this special exception for Maine, a place where they could remain on their rigorous work schedule. They’d planned a quintessential rise-at-dawn, sleep-by-dusk experience: stilted breakfast conversations with strangers at inns, jaunts to folksy outlet stores, and long walks along punishing rocky coasts. Lost in their excitement, neither [...]
I found this 1990 grade school yearbook the other day at the junk shop where I work, and it's a mimeographed goldmine of clip art, candid photos, and unedited student poetry. Please enjoy.
From an absurdly touching little piece in today's Globe and Mail on the plucky team from Mississauga vigorously attempting to overcome a few hundred years of our dry, tightly-reasoned legalistic tradition in order to compete with hopped-up New Yorkers raised on DUH DUH DUH:
“I’ve sat in mock trials in Ontario where at the end the judge would say, ‘Your hand gestures, you did a bit too much of it, it was a little bit distracting,’ ” said the team’s coach and law teacher, Anthony Clarizia. “Down there, they’re actually telling the kids, ‘We want it to be just like Law & Order.’ ”
Excelsior, young Canadians! They [...]