Kool-Aid

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Kool-Aid, Kool-Aid
Tastes great!
Go to the bathroom…
can’t wait! 

My best friend and I wrote this in Grade 7. Secondaire 1 for my Quebec youth. We decided we wanted to be writers. A piece with this level of depth needed collaboration don’t you think?

I found an old notebook with pages and pages of treasures such as this little gem. Our English teacher Madame Cherry (proper name for the head of a bordello – remember this was Quebec, in the hype of the référendum, even the English teachers were madames and monsieurs). Madame Cherry was the shits. One of my favorite teachers ever.

She inspired us to be something, anything. Simply inspired us to be. She was a dreamer. A lover of life. She listened.

I never understood why our English teachers always focused on creative writing and the joys of reading in a time when Quebec wanted nothing else than to convince the world French Power needed to take over. Meanwhile our French classes oozed rules, exceptions, complications, boring texts, boring stories, and if writing was involved – well let’s just say grammar killed the creative mind.

If anything, the people behind the French Power Hunger Games needed to take notice on what Madame Cherry and her colleagues were up to. Then again maybe it’s best they didn’t. I can’t imagine what Canada would look like today with a political gash among my family and friends.

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Who ever thought Kool-Aid was intricately linked with Canada’s political and cultural history? This was a Studio 30+ writing prompt based on Kool-Aid. Heck, Eric Storch wrote about surviving a zombie apocalypse…

10 thoughts on “Kool-Aid”

  1. I love finding stuff from elementary school, as it reminds me of how things were before I worried about how things were ;) While I was never a fan of Kool-Aid, I was a fan of awesome teachers and those who took the time to shape the students they had instead of simply going through a syllabus. It sounds like you had one of your own.

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  2. You forgot the ultimate French version of that song:

    Kool-Aid, Kool-Aid
    C’est bon
    Quand il n’y as pas de poils
    Dans le fond

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  3. Kool Aid hmmm I have heard of it but have no idea what it is……….ok not the point of this post I know but that is what jumped into my head when I read this……..as for the joy of writing well when I was at school I never got it……….

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    1. That’s because English wasn’t your 2nd language – I think it’s what made it even more interesting because of the comparison to the poor French teachers I had. Kool-Aid is basically colored sugar you mix with water :)

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  4. Totally fascinating. I loved Kool-aid when I was a kid and I am not quite sure I have outgrown drinking colorful water yet…. Looks like I am going to learn a lot from you and your unique stories. Can’t wait… :)

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