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Alas, tomorrow's my last regular day of high school, and thus grade school. For no particular reason, I wrote a short letter directed to whoever was assigned my locker for next year to leave at the bottom of my locker (hopefully so the custodians don't see it and take it).
First Page:
Hey Whoever!
This is Talbert, the previous occupant of this locker (2003-2007). I’m just going to go ahead and assume whoever is reading this is the person who gets this locker after me, and I’m also assuming that that person is in Grade 9.
Anyway, I’m writing this because I’ve always been interested in history, and I suppose because PCVS is the second-oldest high school in Canada it’s chock full of it. The waves of students that come in year after year have their own fads, clothing, lingo, etc. Just think, when I started high school it was 2003, quite literally the turn-o’-the-century. The war in Iraq was fairly new, video iPods were unheard of, and that huge blackout blacked out tens of millions of North Americans the month before (I was on the computer in the middle of a video game when it happened, and I didn’t save!). And when you - remember I’m assuming you’re in Gr. 9 - graduate here, if you aren’t held back a grade, it’ll be 2010! The end of the decade, the beginning of another! And the next Gr. 9 occupant will be here until the hundredth anniversary of the First World War! And on and on until PCVS collapses under the weight of decades’ worth of dust accumulation.
Well, besides making that point, I don’t really have anything else to say. I’m pretty sure at the time of writing this I’m getting an Ontario Scholarship (Gr. 12 average of 80%+), so my name might be up on one of those wooden boards near the cafeteria. 2007 is the last year the graduates will have been mostly born in the 1980s, and was also the last to have known former principal Mr. Essex (his portrait is next to the auditorium balcony doors). My advice for you, o Grade 9 student, would be to go to the huge boiler room below the basement at least once. I seem to remember it’s pretty big, and there was a tall stack of old wooden chairs (I painted one for Art).
Alright, I’ve ran out of stuff to say. Bye!
(P.S.: Sorry that if you got this and you’re not a Grade 9, it’s just safest to presume that one would get a vacant locker)
Second Page:
I also still need a job for the summer/next year. *shakes fist*
First Page:
Hey Whoever!
This is Talbert, the previous occupant of this locker (2003-2007). I’m just going to go ahead and assume whoever is reading this is the person who gets this locker after me, and I’m also assuming that that person is in Grade 9.
Anyway, I’m writing this because I’ve always been interested in history, and I suppose because PCVS is the second-oldest high school in Canada it’s chock full of it. The waves of students that come in year after year have their own fads, clothing, lingo, etc. Just think, when I started high school it was 2003, quite literally the turn-o’-the-century. The war in Iraq was fairly new, video iPods were unheard of, and that huge blackout blacked out tens of millions of North Americans the month before (I was on the computer in the middle of a video game when it happened, and I didn’t save!). And when you - remember I’m assuming you’re in Gr. 9 - graduate here, if you aren’t held back a grade, it’ll be 2010! The end of the decade, the beginning of another! And the next Gr. 9 occupant will be here until the hundredth anniversary of the First World War! And on and on until PCVS collapses under the weight of decades’ worth of dust accumulation.
Well, besides making that point, I don’t really have anything else to say. I’m pretty sure at the time of writing this I’m getting an Ontario Scholarship (Gr. 12 average of 80%+), so my name might be up on one of those wooden boards near the cafeteria. 2007 is the last year the graduates will have been mostly born in the 1980s, and was also the last to have known former principal Mr. Essex (his portrait is next to the auditorium balcony doors). My advice for you, o Grade 9 student, would be to go to the huge boiler room below the basement at least once. I seem to remember it’s pretty big, and there was a tall stack of old wooden chairs (I painted one for Art).
Alright, I’ve ran out of stuff to say. Bye!
(P.S.: Sorry that if you got this and you’re not a Grade 9, it’s just safest to presume that one would get a vacant locker)
Second Page:
I also still need a job for the summer/next year. *shakes fist*