Well,
after a brief break from the retrospective part of anniversary month, we are
back with another story from another year.
And
fortunately, today's year was a hell of a lot happier than the previous one.
Yeah,
sixteen wasn't quite so sweet. In fact,
it was one Sour Patch Kid shy of being a completely bitter experience. But thankfully, the experience, as horrible
as it was, didn't leave me with bitterness at all. I suppose that in a way I'm strangely glad I went through
it. It allowed me to be more cautious
with people, and it made me realize that I didn't have to rely on toxic
friendships just for the sake of having friendships in the first place.
Sixteen
was a real soul searching year for me, and I remember spending lots of nights
thinking about what happened to me while watching David Letterman on late night
television - I still can't believe that tonight is his last show ever! My, how time flies.
But
here we are at the edge of seventeen - a much better year
indeed!
Seriously! Seventeen was a year in which I completely
stopped trying to impress people and just focused on those who I knew would
have my back. Let's face it - I had
walked the same hallways that they had walked in for three years and they
wanted nothing to do with me. Why bother,
right?
But
don't you think that this was a defeatist attitude. Far from it. And, I'll
explain what I mean in today's tale from the teen years.
First
things first, a picture of my big, bad 17-year-old self.
Now,
this photo came from my yearbook, and I have to say that I really liked the
layout of our class photos that year.
Instead of having our photos in the traditional rows, they were placed
in little Polaroid picture frames with our names written on the bottom of
them. Props to the yearbook staff who
actually spelled my last name correctly!
You wouldn't believe how it's been butchered over the years.
And,
what was happening in pop culture the week I turned 17? Have a look!
#1 SONG THE WEEK OF 5/18/1998
"Too Close" - NEXT
Aside
from their 2000 single "Wifey", does anyone else know what other
songs they had out? I'm stumped. But after a quick search on Google, they
apparently released a new single on iTunes in late 2014. I should check it out.
#1 AT THE BOX OFFICE THE WEEK OF 5/18/1998
"Deep Impact"
"Deep Impact"
There
were two films about space junk potentially destroying the entire world as we
know it - "Armageddon" and this one.
Unfortunately, I liked "Armageddon" better.
#1 TELEVISION SHOW FOR THE 1998/1999 SEASON
"ER"
Well,
after a brief hiatus, "ER" comes back to being the #1 show of the
year. In this season, Kellie Martin
("Life Goes On") joins the cast and George Clooney takes his final
bow as a main cast member, choosing to focus on a big screen career. I don't think that decision hurt his career
all that much.
So,
what happened at seventeen? Well, I
became an uncle for a third time! See,
both my sisters were expecting the same year.
One nephew was born in May, and the other was born in August. My family was becoming bigger, and that was
always exciting to see - even though birthdays and Christmases were beginning
to leave me broke all the time. And my
ceiling in my bedroom was patched up.
But
I think the most defining moment of my seventeenth year was the time that I
went on a field trip, got lost in the city, and held the bus that brought us
there up for nearly an hour behind schedule!
Hey,
the way I saw it, we did the rest of the class a favour. They had a whole extra hour to see the
sights of Montreal, Quebec! Sure, the
teachers didn't see it that way, but I still maintain that getting lost in
Montreal was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
Especially
since I was sharing the experience with a couple of friends.
It
was the tail end of eleventh grade - the year in high school that I gladly
would have skipped if I had the chance to.
And approximately three weeks after I turned seventeen (which would make
the date sometime between June 8-12, 1998), our French class was scheduled to
take a class trip to Montreal to test our knowledge of the language and to
experience some of the sights and culture of the city. The trip was for students enrolled in the
Grade 10 and Grade 11 classes (for some reason, my school never offered French
in twelfth grade), which meant that three classes of students would be going on
the trip.
Now,
as part of the trip, we had to embark on a scavenger hunt throughout Old
Montreal, where we had to answer questions based on historical landmarks and
shops in the area (for instance, the question would be something like
"Which church did Celine Dion get married in?", and we would have to
write down our answers - in French, of course.
The team that answered the most questions correctly won a prize.
Now,
had French been a part of my schedule for first semester, I would have had a
really difficult time finding a team.
With all that was going on, I didn't trust anybody, and I avoided group
assignments like the plague because of it.
It probably caused me to get dismal grades (my marks in Grade 11 were
really poor due to all the stress that I was under), but let's face it. My goal at that time was to survive high
school no matter how badly I did in it.
But
in second semester, I befriended a guy who had become a new student in
September of 1997. His name was David,
and for some reason, we never shared any classes at all first semester! But then again, I wasn't really paying
attention to anyone in any of my classes, as again - trust issues.
But
David was different. He knew nothing
about what I had gone through over those three years. He was impartial. And
even if he heard some of the stories about me, he really didn't care. All that he knew was that we got along
great, and I think that by the time the Montreal trip came around, he had
become one of my closest friends.
(It
actually makes me sad that I've lost touch with David since high school. Wherever he is, I hope that he's doing
well.)
Anyway,
David and I shared English and French together, and he easily agreed to be on
my scavenger hunt team. To be honest, I
wouldn't have chosen anybody else but David to be on my team. With the exception of a couple of kids in
the class, the majority of the students in my class were people who either
never bothered with me, or who were completely against me.
(Remember
the story I told you about "Cory", "Sparks" and
"Will" in the Year 16 retrospective?
One of them was in my French class that semester. Enough said.)
But
our teachers insisted that all the scavenger hunt teams had to have at least
four students. Though that actually
ended up being a good thing, as no rule was set that we had to pair up with
kids from our own class. As it so
happened, one of the kids in the Grade 10 class was John, one of my roomies
from the Toronto trip that I went on for eighth grade graduation, and he and
his friend (I think his name was Eric) became the final two pieces of our team
of quatre.
So,
we took a highway coach to Montreal on a four-hour trip, and it was probably a
good thing that we had tinted windows because we pulled up in front of a bench
where two people were making out with each other. In the middle of Old Montreal.
In broad daylight. I think some
kids even took a picture!
Once
we got off the bus though, the scavenger hunt was on. We had two hours to go around Old Montreal, taking our sheets of
paper and pens to find as many things as possible. And from what we could tell, most of the teams gathered around
the same areas and traveled in a huge blob - my guess is that they were all
working together to try and win the prize.
But our group of four went off in the opposite direction, and we opted
to take our time to see the sights and answer the questions slowly.
And right until we found the church that
Celine Dion tied the knot, all four of us stuck together.
But
then somehow David and I got separated from John and Eric, and they went one
direction and we went the other. And
somehow, David and I got completely lost in the middle of the streets of
Montreal.
And
we absolutely LOVED it!
Seriously,
this was the opportunity that we both had waited for. We had made the plan to ditch the rest of the class at the first
chance we got and see Montreal our own way.
And David and I did exactly that.
Besides, we figured that John and Eric were doing their own thing as
well (which they later confirmed was true), so we took full advantage.
We
went into the various souvenir shops, trying our best to speak French and
getting really nasty looks from the shopkeepers (believe me, in Old Montreal,
they judge you for even using one word of English - at least that's how it was
back in 1998, anyway). Despite this, I
brought home a set of pencils, a cat puzzle for my niece, and a stuffed turtle
for my nephew (the other nephew hadn't been born yet). We took a trip down every side alley in a
half-assed attempt to complete the scavenger hunt, but really we only wanted to
take in the ambience of the city and couldn't have cared less about the
scavenger hunt. And, admittedly, we spent
the better part of twenty minutes hiding out inside of a Harvey's restaurant
because we got caught in a torrential downpour during our adventure. And I imagine that this rainstorm must have
happened towards the end of our Montreal adventures because when I checked my
watch, we were a good 30 minutes past the time we were supposed to meet up with
the rest of the class to continue our tour of Montreal!
We
both raced towards the highway coach where John and Eric had been waiting for
us - along with sixty-six other cranky and angry students and teachers. Our French teacher flat out told us that
they were just about ready to call the police to look for us! I don't know whether she was serious or not,
but one thing was for sure...David and I were the last ones to arrive - with
only a third of the answers completed on the scavenger hunt!
On
top of all that, on our way to New Montreal, we got in traffic on our way, and
it took us another half hour to get to our next destination (a shopping
plaza). So, essentially, David and I
held up our bus for an hour if you take into account the crazy Montreal
traffic.
Here's
the thing. It's not as if our failure
to get to the bus on time destroyed our trip.
We still got to see everything that was planned on the trip. We just got back home an hour later than we
should have. Besides, even though David
and I ended up lost in Montreal, we still had a great time and made the best of
it. To this day, Montreal remains my
favourite memory of high school.
The
funny part? David, John, Eric, and I
ended up winning a prize anyway - for coming in DEAD LAST in the scavenger
hunt.
I didn't care though. I ate every single one of those Smarties
that day with pride!
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