In no particular order:
- I've gotten a university professor to say "fuck" in class--cheerfully, loudly and repeatedly.
- I wrote to Equinox magazine as a child and received a return letter from John Theberge.
- I sang Flanders and Swann's "Ill Wind" at a coffeehouse. Unfortunately, it didn't go so well.
- I impressed/freaked out a folk duo (by knowing the words to all of the songs in their set) to such an extent that they gave my family a free copy of their only record we didn't have.
- I've intentionally stayed up all night in a university music building to practice and finish an essay, brought face wipes and a change of clothing and a toothbrush, and attended classes the next day without going home.
- I learned accordion in order to play it in the orchestra for Fiddler on the Roof.
- I attended so many shows at the first Toronto Improv Festival that I was given free admission to the last show and interviewed for feedback for the artistic director. (Yes, I went to these shows alone. I did have a really nice conversation with Andy Bush at one point though.)
- I've been to an arts camp that was evacuated because one of the cabins burnt down.
- I've voluntarily opted to read the Bible in a cabin rather than attend a dance party. (This took place at the same arts camp. I sat as far away from the speakers as possible, complained about the noise and said I had a headache until they finally let me leave. I wasn't allowed to go back to my own cabin, however, but had to sit in the director's cabin. My little Gideons New Testament was nicely portable.)
- I've collected maple sap, snowshoed, chopped wood, carded and spun wool, collected eggs from chickens, ridden a pony (weekly), and acted as ringleader of a circus... at school. It was an alternative school that, much to my dismay, only went from kindergarten to Grade 3.
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Date: 2005-02-27 04:12 pm (UTC)I've done something similar to #5 as well: intentionaly stayed up all night at Mac-Corry, studied for a final exam, brought toothbrush and such (but not a change of clothes), and had an exam the next day without going home.
Where's this alternative school? It sounds amazing!
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Date: 2005-02-28 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-28 02:11 am (UTC)Those vending machines are evil! But they gave me a chance to reward myself during study time.*
* study time = reading everything for the very first time
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Date: 2005-02-28 02:46 am (UTC)(actually, I used to eat those on my daily 16 hour rez shifts....barf)
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Date: 2005-02-28 06:15 am (UTC)The alternative school was (because it no longer exists) the East Gwillimbury Country Primary School. Beyond the fact that it was on a very small farm in East Gwillimbury, I can't really tell you where it was. But I still remember what the last five minutes of the drive and the school itself looked like. Gosh, I wish I had some photos; those were the most educational and enjoyable years of my life. I saw the principal/owner volunteering at the Georgina Pioneer Village a couple of times but haven't heard anything about her for more than five years.
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Date: 2005-03-06 08:43 pm (UTC)I wish more of these cool alternative schools exist. I love the city but I'd like to experience rural life for a little bit and learn how the "other world" works.
I think many parents are afraid to send their kids to alt schools because they think their kids might fall behind in the "regular" curriculum. I was semi-homeschooled (my parents taught me language arts/literature, math, etc. from Hong Kong curricula while I still attended "regular" school in Toronto) ... and I seriously think I learned a lot more at home than at school.
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Date: 2005-03-07 11:36 pm (UTC)