50 years ago possibly to the day I entered into the Canadian school system on a small military base in North Bay, Ontario. I can’t say that I remember much about that day except it was filled with emotion. My mom took me to school and I remember crying and pulling a fit when she had the nerve to leave me there by myself. The teacher sat me down at a table with a coloring book and gave me my instructions. Stay inside the lines she said and use lots of colors. To show her my dissatisfaction with the task that she assigned me I grabbed a purple crayon and violently drew many circles through the page. She immediately knew I was not artistic but I’m guessing autistic wasn’t far off in her thinking. I never really did all that well in all my school years getting just good enough grades to keep everyone happy. I only finished grade 12 and always felt a small regret that I had not gone further.
So 50 years later I returned to school and for now have entered into a two year accounting/business program at Loyalist college here in town. I had some disability concerns today as I’m not quite sure how to carry things. I may have to bring my power wheel chair to school. I had some pretty heavy books to purchase and carry back to my car. A very nice books clerk jumped me ahead of 50 or so students to the front of the line. I couldn’t look back at them feeling very sheepish…thank you Flesh eating at times you come in handy. It felt odd to sit amongst 20 year old’s and once or twice I questioned why I was there. A teacher came in and gave us a homework assignment, said we needed to research the answer and turn it in by next Tuesday. I swear I looked at this sheet 10 times now and I don’t see a question or a subject…must be in code! We played icebreaker games to get to know each other better. Marijo has warned me to behave around the young pretty ladies. I guess that means I can’t bring up my idea of introducing school uniforms…I simply love plaid. So time to turn on my brain and travel down a new road. I’ll keep you posted as to how it’s going.
Odds & Sods
Will head to Ottawa in a few weeks to do my second 5km Military run.
My youngest granddaughter Caryssa just turned 1 (I’m a proud grandfather)
School cost ($100 register, $3,824.50 tuition, $150 parking pass, $500 books) Understanding supportive wife ….priceless