It was weird to say the least. It all started with lil ol' me graduating grade eight at my old crap school that wouldn't even pay for air conditioning. No, seriously. During the winter time's little kids would walk down the halls wearing their toque's and full winter gear. I could complain more but that's for another time. Talking about it is so damn nostalgic.
Anyway's I somehow managed to get through middle school without killing myself by accident. A few scars but those are merely from me being stupid and rolling like fucking sonic the hedgehog over the pavement, trying to get in line after the end of recess. Its common for young Jewish girls and boys to leave town to start highschool.. In Ottawa this was almost a given. The system here sucks. My mom tried to help me get into this snotty Jewish girls school in Toronto but I couldn't pass the entrance exam. So my mother refused to send me anywhere public and I end up going to the only other option. I was going to be the only girl in my grade, until my best friend Seems skipped grade eight to be with me in grade nine. Godbless her. The school was only a 15 minute walk, and we'd get weeks off cause the basement we were learning in kept flooding. I was really good about homework back then, well besides for music. I took that course against my own will. A good school might let you pick your art credits... not mine. I was miserable and barely passed. What *I really wanted to take was art which I finally got in grade 11.
On my first day I get in a fight with the Rabbi. He was asking me where I'd go to school if I didn't have this one as an option. I kept saying I didn't know cause saying I'd be going to public school would be a big taboo. That's what I ended up telling him cause he was being a tool bag and well I'm not. That was the biggest I had ever seen our school. Seven girls, two in grade 9, one in grade 10, one in grade 11, and three in grade 12. We had this lady from the government come and check in on our school every two years to make sure we were doing all the things we needed to do to make a real highschool.
The year after that was a blur. What I do remember from it though was that we switched locations with the Jewish boys school. Worst trade deal in the history of all trade deals possibly ever! Speaking of boys, they were forbidden. Another one of those rules. Having a boyfriend could get you kicked out. So could wearing a skirt too short or a shirt too low. The dress code was to wear long sleeved shirts that covered your chest and longer skirts that at least went down to your knees. I broke this rule a lot. I'd also pull a disappearing act sometimes after lunch when I was feeling too emotionally exhausted. Their whole system made you feel like a piece of shit if you didn't pass. Smoking became a regular thing for me around then, had to stop though cause my doctor did warn me that it was going to make my lungs deteriorate. It triggered my asthma too.
My last year there was when I really rebelled. I'd roll up my skirt,, and eat not kosher with my friends outside of school and used a shisha for the first time. Worst of all..... I cut all my hair off and dyed my hair green. It looked wicked cool but my principal was not impressed. The teachers didn't like it too much either but it bugged them more that I kept putting soap/metal/and foil in our microwave. We also skipped class to go down an icy snow hill on a table and kissed each-other with the use of vegetables. Listen, it was wack...but I got to spend time with some of the best people I've ever met. Besides this girl named Naomi, she's a cunt. But so are most people named Naomi. Those people below...they were and one is a huge part of my life.