Rosemary Gill:
CLASS OF 1985
Northview Heights Secondary SchoolClass of 1985
Toronto, ON
Wilfrid Laurier UniversityClass of 1988
Waterloo, ON
Peoples Christian High SchoolClass of 1985
North york, ON
Paul B. Smith AcademyClass of 1985
Toronto, ON
Rosemary's Story
My story? OMG. Okay, so here goes, left the city - a real city with a subway and everything for a hamlet of a town to attend university and learned very little. A prof even left the class one day because he said all the students in the class (which included several northview alum) were boobs. Yes, I kid you not. Back then $1,500 didn't get you the education that you thought it did.
Anyway, years passed and eventually I left. Mostly because of a transit dispute. The point being I returned to the big city and found work and just did that. And well, other things - but mostly worked. And then worked some more. And sometimes for different companies. And then moved. Moved again. Moved across the ocean for a little bit of a change and then moved back.
Have done neither of the two things that I thought I would do when I left NV - but then again I didn't think I would ever have grey hair and be tested for angina before I was 50. Actually I didn't think I would ever be 50. I could not imagine myself ah, 25, let alone twice that. But I will be. Someday. Fifty that is. Was 25 a long freaking time ago.
I think the most learning I have ever done has been in the hours before my alarm goes off when I think on what ha...Expand for more
ppened yesterday that was not soon brilliant an idea in hindsight and vow to never do again. Sometimes I am even smart enough to listen to myself.
Hope all are well. There were good times at NV and some days I wish I could be back there - late for class, skipping class, playing my flute, wondering when lunch was, if I would ever ever go to an exam prepared. (Never going to happen...). The people really are what make the place. I cannot remember much of the colours of the lockers (do remember my combo - so take that senioritis) or even what the chairs/desks were like. But I do remember the crazy laughs of people and the rolling eyes of others and a few hand gestures of some one else.
It was fun. In the end, like everything, with time it doesn't seem like highschool was really the big deal that you think it is at the time. Nothing ever is. But it did feel like I had really overcome a challenge when I picked up my diploma. While it was certainly not like in the movies, it was something. I finished. I went, I learned, I was done. I don't think anything ever since has given me the same sense of accomplishment. Although my christmas dinner from a can comes close.
Rosemary, Class of 85. (That would be 19-85.)
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