Sharon Petrowitsch:  

Dear Classmates, This is my second attempt at my story. The first one left me feeling unsatisfied so I though I would try again. I have put a little about each school attended and what jumps into my memory as I write. Please forgive the vague nature of my writing. It has been over 40 years. So, to begin. . . From Lord Selkirk, I remember the candy store across the street. They had a soda fountain and everything. I treasure the memory of Miss Patricia Burt, my Grade 3 Teacher. She helped me when things at home were not so good. If you are very lucky, you get a teacher like her in your life. Memories of walking to school and cutting through back yards without worrying if I was going to get in trouble. Times have sure changed. I was in Vancouver and drove through the old neighbourhood. My house on Perry St is gone, I locked the car doors. Convent of the Sacred Heart was the best and worst time of my life. I never learned as much about myself as I did from the Nuns while living away from home and family. 13 is an awful age to be. Not a child and not grown up. Mother McLean, I hope you are roasting you know where now. Sacred Heart is now St. Georges. Boy, now where to they do their panty raids? Although I only did 2 1/2 years at "Happy Rock" I still have some fond memories. Very different from the Convent I attended 'til then( kicked out of the Convent for blowing up the Science lab. It really was an accident.) I remember the parties in Dougie Changs' basement. I remember that greaser, (yeah, I said it) Kathie Matuziak beating the crap out of me and leaving me a bloody mess in the Girls locker room because she though I called her a dog. Mr Dobson, the badminton coach had to drive me home. I remember the guidance counselor Miss Wilson telling me I would never amount to much. Hah! The old bag got it wrong. Maybe it was intended as motivational. I remember balling my eyes out at year end when the grade 12s' graduated. From DT, I remember my '73MGB and the ...Expand for more