Go to the bathroom…
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.
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…