After graduating from Woodill the next step up the educational ladder was Sydney Academy – the big boys school. Senior High grades 10 – 11- 12. This was a was a relief mainly because although there were hills they weren’t as steep as the ones down Royal Ave. The walk was much shorter.
One building I remember is the dry cleaners, Snow White Laundry, which was directly across the street from the front entrance. It had a wall painting of, of all things, Disney’s Snow White & some of the dwarves. Looking out the windows facing Terrace St it was the one thing one always saw. The wall painting eventually went – maybe Disney copyright lawyers threatened to sur.
The main entrance doors were for teachers & visitors. We students entered around the side where the parking lot was. No lining up by classes. We had homerooms & moved from class to class, as opposed to the teachers moving from room to room. At Colby & Ashby we remained in one classroom the whole semester. Woodill may have been the same one room but I can’t recall.
The building was larger than Woodill’s. Some students being bussed in. It was Sydney’s main public senior high – there was a Catholic equivalent – which was the school’s main sports rival. The school had a huge gym, a major phys-ed program that included basketball, volley ball, gymnastics. It did have a hockey team as well but that was a separate entity for boys who qualified for the team.
The school had science labs, woodworking & metal workshops & probably ones for domestic sciences as well. Lots of extra-curricular activities like Jr. Red Cross, Drama club etc. There was a cafeteria on the basement level, which is where the lockers rooms & showers for the gym were. Sock hops were held in this area too.
The social context was totally different from Woodill with the mix of students from across the city. It wasn’t particularly diverse though. Sydney did have a large black population but they were ‘confined’ to the Whitney Pier area – which, I think, had its own senior high.
Coming next week: troubling locker room memories
Square Root
I wished him dead
every time I sat in his class
I wished he were dead buried
not someone I had to face every day
I would only have to glance up at him
writing formulas on the black board
the drone of his voice
and wish him dead
he would always call on me
to read out what he had written
I picture his brain exploding
bloody cosines gush from his nose
all over his spotless white shirt
I wanted a sharp steel edge
on my protractor
to cut out his heart
save the class from algebra trig calculus
his stories of sailing
how he figured directions
with his slide rule
die die die
so we can figure out the angle
to bury you so your rotting corpse
will slump into your penny loafers
bones a jumble of secants
and underpants
the formula on the board
meant nothing to me
it could have been written in flame
blah blah squared
equals something degrees
my feet burning by the time I sat down
he would pat me on the shoulder
say you seem to be catching on
when I was really catching on fire
his abacus belt buckle at eye level
I’d stare at the rubble on my page
hope his hand would stay a bit longer
hope some of his knowledge could rub off
what was the angle of the dangle
behind that zipper
if he were to die I wouldn’t have to wonder
about where to look
when he stood so close
I leave the class
can’t remember a formula or anything
all I could see was that glint of belt buckle
and that wouldn’t be on the exam
every Tuesday 2019
August 2-13: getting back to my roots in Cape Breton
August 8: Highland Arts Theatre: https://www.highlandartstheatre.com
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September
Shaw Festival – Sex (Mae West)
Stratford Festival – Little Shop Of Horrors
October
Stratford Festival – The Crucible
December
The Secret Handshake Gallery – feature – date TBA
June – Capturing Fire 2020 – Washington D.C. capfireslam.org
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