Grade 7 : The Beginning
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Alot of you, upon reading this title, remember Grandview firstly as being the Hellhole that it was.. and I wouldn't disagree. Everything from the simple things like not having shorter Thursdays or actually having options to the more serious and aggravating things like having no Cafeteria or dealing with the Walshinator. I still remember the days of Grandview like it was yesterday and I'm sure most of you do too. A memory like that is burned into your brain and never forgotten. I still remember the sweet and innocent days of Grade 7. Where I came into the school and was greeted by a kind principal and assistant principal. The days where Mr. Yong was there and tried to make every day there as enjoyable as possible. Not to say he was a terrible teacher, he did teach us what we needed to know, and that was it. The rest of the year was spent pretty much watching movies (x-men, Lord of the Rings) or going into the computer lab and playing that sweet ass typing skills game. Even though it was meant to develop our typing and be gay, it turned out to be a pretty sweet program. Lots of people tried to get the high scores and beat everyone else and the program itself was colorful and full of life.... Much like the expression towards that year. I had come to a new school not knowing anyone but Jack Yan, Alexandra Chang, Jacky Tsui <- I think, and Christina Cheung. Not a bunch of colorful people. I was insanely depressed at how everyone, even during the first day, talked to each other like they've been going to the same school their whole lives. (Even though some of them have) They knew everyone around them and talked casually amongst themselves. One thing I'll never forget was how everyone was talking about how Guillaume wasn't there for the first few days. People said things like "Hey, I wonder where Guillaume is." For the strangest reason, I knew from that day on that Guillaume had to be the biggest faggot in the world. There were no facts or even bias to base that on. I hadn't even seen the guy before. But that's just me I guess. A cynical and cold hearted bastard. Kinda hard to relate the first days of Grade 7 to you when I'm essentially a foreigner and this probably has nothing to do with you, but hey, a story's a story. So things were pretty chill for a bit, till we had Drama and Mme. Murphy asked us to use a word that described us that started with the same letter as our first name. Easy task right? How could you possibly screw up? Well.............................
Before it was my turn, I nervously glanced at the Drama guidelines which she had just handed out and tried to find a word that described me without making myself look like an ass. After all, I was going to spend the next 3 years at Grandview. So I looked row upon row of words beginning with S and even began getting ideas of my own. Smart, sophisticated, Sexy?, uh.... not many words starting with S that can describe me. Well, not until I read the third paragraph.
S-T-I-M-U-L-A-T-E. OF COURSE!!! A perfect choice for someone like me. So when it came down to it, "Stimulating Stephen" is what I said. Mme. Murphy being the person that she is, displays her every bit of emotion towards this saying "Oh, how splendid, wonderful, interesting." I'm guessing that that's where everyone decided to look up the word in the dictionary because you were all
RETARDS by the way and didn't know what it meant as soon as I said it. This can be proven because you bastards (Aha, Atsui, Kleung, Jian, and even Hundel) didn't understand this word the first time I said it. It was only a few days after, upon looking up the meaning and definition behind this word that you somehow got the idea that I was conveying an expression of sexual arousal. I'm sure many of you got some major kicks out of this one, but it wasn't so good for me. I was pissed. The people who insulted me had no idea what they were talking about. They got all these crazy ideas that I thought I was some cocky Sexy shit. The worst part is, because I came from a very foreign school and knew nobody, everyone sided with those people laughing at me through their own acts of tomfoolery which singled me out even more. FUCK! Not a good way to start at a new school. But eventually, things became better, more streamlined and less bumpy. Guillaume and I immediately and bizarrely became very good friends. We made fun of Alex because back then his hair looked like wolverine's hair. AND WE WEREN'T LYING! IT DID IN FACT LOOK LIKE WOLVERINE'S HAIR! So we kinda made fun of him for that for a bit. Then we somehow got the idea that he was crushing on Hazel. So, made fun of him some more. This is where things start getting interesting. Through hanging out with Guillaume, I started meeting some pretty sweet people. Mike B was probably the first. I remember G and Mike talking about Family Guy. Something that the three of us all appreciated truly from the beginning. Not like the rest of you fags who started watching it only because everyone else was watching it. Eventually I learned Al Pal and Andy Ha as well enjoyed this amazing, new and brilliant t.v show. So, now that I knew both Mike and Guillaume, I started to meet even more people. Jasdeep Dhaliwhal, Wesley Fong, and even Shelbs. Now... This is where I want you to remember coming to school early in the morning. It was brutal, and coming to Grandview wasn't pleasant, but we were all forced to go into the Library before school for some stupid and arbitrary reason. This is where I first and foremost included myself into the Grandview community.
Cards. A simple deck of cards can be dealt and played many ways. I didn't know at the time, but a deck of cards would be one of the many things that got us through the hell that was Grandview. Big 2 was probably the most played during our long and boring waits in the library. But even after that, I came over to Mme. Murphy's room and we played again there. You all remember cards. Somehow, I was fast and accurate at dealing too despite never having dealt before in my life. I guess I'm a fast learner, which is why I'm kinda excelling at alot of stuff right now too like Skipping. Grade 7 was kind of a tacky year. Pratyarksh Srivastova?? 's presence made it even stranger. It was great, but it was kinda nothing compared to the years that followed. "It was just there" or I guess a better way of describing it is "That was was pretty much a Harpreet year." To tell you the truth, lots of exciting things did happen but they weren't exceptional. There was Wess going crazy over Christine Park. Getting jealous as Fuck when she went out with that brown guy. I remember those days. Then there was that time we played Floor hockey and Wess in a pathetic attempt to look like a "cool" anime character decides to put his stick on the back of his neck and rested his hands on it not realizing that when we had to put the sticks back into storage that he wouldn't fit. HAHAHAH! you stupid fucker... bet you weren't so cool then were you. Then there was Tree. For alot of us, Tree was always there for us. Like a best friend to us no matter what the circumstance. He'd let us hang our backpacks on his branches, let us rest against his trunk. And for the most part, he was a good friend to us. He wasn't like the rest of the gay and ugly trees. He was white, and his skin was soft. Not like those goddam Conifers and their sharp and pointy bark and needles. Bastards... it fucking hurt to rest against them. Other than that, like I've said before, grade 7 wasn't really too special. At one point though some idiots thought it would be funny if they were to leave opened packs of sugar and an apple core in Ms. Percey's car. Why, I can't really understand since she wasn't all that bad as a principal. Maybe Prat thought he was some fucking tough guy and rebel. Who knows. What's important is that this event probably influenced Mrs. Percey's decision to leave the school which brings us to grade 8..........
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In loving memory, You'll be missed
