The Clap Out

For some strange reason I don't remember the clap out in Grade 6 at all, but I do remember the one I had in Grade 3. Maybe because in Grade 3 I was excited that the school year was ending and that I was going on to the Gifted Program, while in Grade 6 I was new to the school and was a confused child.

Well anyways, I have a vague memory of what the two past clap outs were like in JGA. In Grade 6, since I didn't know anyone in Grade 8 at the time, I didn't find much of a purpose to what I was doing so I clapped at when everyone else clapped.

In Grade 7 on the other hand, I was in a split class with Grade 8's, so I got to know a few Grade 8's very well, also I was in a few extra-curricular activities that bonded me with other Grade 8's. At the clap out I remember saying bye to some of my favorite Grade 8's in my class like Joel, Severin, and Gavrilo. I wasn't sad or anything because I knew I would see them again when I went to Martingrove.

This year, in June I don't expect anything different than the past 2 years. I think I'll feel happy that I'm heading to high school, but I think others will be disappointed because they won't see their friends again. Well life is all about growing up and experiencing new things, and I think moving on to high school is just another issue you have to live through and deal with by yourself. I also don't think there will be any Grade 6 or 7's that will miss me. Sure some of them are good friends but I think they can handle another year before seeing me again.
I guess the clap out is just a reminder of what you have accomplished in grade school, and it's an accomplishment we all should be happy about.

What I Hope Will Change & Stay the Same

One thing I hope that will be the same in high school is that we get bizarre teachers. I guess you can say Mr. Pelletier is a good teacher... He makes lessons quite interesting, maybe because has a very obscure way of teaching or that he shows us a large variety of videos on YouTube that almost have nothing to do with what we are learning... like ones on imaginary numbers, or like young boys with really long arms, or even an hour long video about a world where everyone is a polygon. But forget that, I just want a teacher who flips desk when their mad :D

But even if a don't have a good teacher and maybe one of my teachers turns out to be her...

Terrible Teacher

...I at least want better lunch monitors. Like think about it, it would make sense for the lunch supervisors to actually pay attention to what is happening during lunch BUT NO that's not the case! The supervisors here are completely oblivious to the major distractions but are so picky on the smallest of things. Also I hope one thing that will change is that we get a cafeteria! I know for a fact that in Martingrove CI there will be a cafeteria, so FINALLY I can buy food at school so I can avoid packing a stale bagel for lunch everyday for the past 3 years. 

I CAN'T wait 'till HIGH SCHOOL!!!

My best Grade School Memory is...

My best grade school memory was back in the day when I was in grade five at Broadacres. When our class went to the Cadbury Chocolate Factory. Normally a school wouldn't let the students go to a chocolate factory, but we had an assignment to create our own chocolate bar. My partner and I wanted to make a milk chocolate bar filled with white chocolate. When I got to his house it was a horrible failure. We couldn't get the right chocolate, so we ended up ended up melting a pre-bought chocolate bar and filling it with caramel instead. (Basically making Caramilk).

But that all didn't matter because we still when to Cadbury anyways. The whole trip was just 50 students wasting a whole schoolday drooling over chocolate and buy over-priced chocolate. I probably ended up getting cavities but it's still one of my favourite grade school memories.

My earliest grade school memory is...

I never had a good long-term memory, so I can't remember anything since roughly 4 or 5 years ago, but one of my best early memories of grade school was in grade 4. 

Late in the school day, last period to be in fact, my class would walk down to the last class of the day --- french. Le franché was le never mon le bestè subjecte, but it was certainly one of my favorites. Our teacher (Mme. Mansukhani) has a completely obscure lesson plan planned for us. She brings over a piece of paper and shows the class a recipe. She explains that not only should we understand the french language, but the french culture (and of course...food is a BIG part of any country's culture). 

From then on, over the next few classes, the class brings in ingredients for whatever we are making... it could vary from eggs for crepes, icing for a chocolate log, or even a lemon for a refreshing drink. And eventually we spend the whole school day skipping class to make food for french. And for a few hours of work it turns out GREAT! although some of the food may not seem very appealing it still tastes great.

There was even this one time when the school had this "International Food Day" when everyone brought in food bases on their own culture and religion and at lunch the whole school just came and indulged in the french room. 

Well, that was then and this is now... now we just get worksheets and worst of all... no food. But it's all good since I still remember some of those recipes.

I love it when Mr. Pellettier is away because...

When Mr. Pellettier is gone the class gets nothing done. We do very little work and there is nothing to do once all the assigned work is done. Assignments are either really easy and simple or extremely hard and annoying. But worst of all, the supply teachers never explain what we have to do correctly nor do they help us when we are confused. But supply teachers are the worst part of Mr. Pellettier's absence mainly because they are never as odd, entertaining, nor as... different as Mr. Pellettier.

BUT... then again, when Mr. Pellettier is away the class always has free time so we can indulge in intense card games, or use their electronics or just relax before dragging ourselves to another painstaking class.