Stabbings and Gang Fights
I didn't think that my highschool was a bad school.
I went to an urban school but on the outskirts of the city - really more suburban.
It only sunk in that it might have had more problems than most when I went to university and realized that other schools *didn't* have their own police officer!
I think there were about 1,200 kids in my highschool. 50% had come to Canada within their lives and another 30% had parents who were first generation immigrants. You never heard English being spoken in the hallways. However, these were never the kids who were the problems.
My general feeling was that it was a good school - there was only trouble if you went looking for it.
Trouble like:
* a boy in my guitar class being stabbed in the back at a local mall at lunch while trying to break up a fight
* some student fascinated with fire lighting four or five fires in the school one day
* a few members of a Vietnamese gang (not from our school) coming into our cafeteria to attack a student
* later that same day a fight involving about a hundred people (involving the same gang) erupted outside... people were hurt... police intervened
* chlorine gas lead (okay, that one was a fluke)
* being locked down in school one day by the police - they took us out of class and searched us and our lockers one by one - it was a gun and drug search
* coming out of chemistry class to find police tape and blood - another stabbing
I would like to say that it toughened me up and jaded me a bit, but it actually seemed like a nice school 99% of the time - just with a few problems.
During Frosh Week at my very white, rural university a drunk boy fell off our residence and hurt himself. They actually called in counsellors to talk to us if we felt we needed to talk. Myself and the other girl from my highschool couldn't figure out what the big deal was - I mean - he didn't die right? Who cares!
Call the grief counsellor when there is a murder!
Okay - maybe I'm a bit jaded
I didn't think that my highschool was a bad school.
I went to an urban school but on the outskirts of the city - really more suburban.
It only sunk in that it might have had more problems than most when I went to university and realized that other schools *didn't* have their own police officer!
I think there were about 1,200 kids in my highschool. 50% had come to Canada within their lives and another 30% had parents who were first generation immigrants. You never heard English being spoken in the hallways. However, these were never the kids who were the problems.
My general feeling was that it was a good school - there was only trouble if you went looking for it.
Trouble like:
* a boy in my guitar class being stabbed in the back at a local mall at lunch while trying to break up a fight
* some student fascinated with fire lighting four or five fires in the school one day
* a few members of a Vietnamese gang (not from our school) coming into our cafeteria to attack a student
* later that same day a fight involving about a hundred people (involving the same gang) erupted outside... people were hurt... police intervened
* chlorine gas lead (okay, that one was a fluke)
* being locked down in school one day by the police - they took us out of class and searched us and our lockers one by one - it was a gun and drug search
* coming out of chemistry class to find police tape and blood - another stabbing
I would like to say that it toughened me up and jaded me a bit, but it actually seemed like a nice school 99% of the time - just with a few problems.
During Frosh Week at my very white, rural university a drunk boy fell off our residence and hurt himself. They actually called in counsellors to talk to us if we felt we needed to talk. Myself and the other girl from my highschool couldn't figure out what the big deal was - I mean - he didn't die right? Who cares!
Call the grief counsellor when there is a murder!
Okay - maybe I'm a bit jaded
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