But instead: https://globalnews.ca/news/3817049/tdsb-task-force-recommendations-get-failing-grade-from-some-parents/ 

Harrison Bergeron, much? 

I can't imagine where I'd be now if I'd been stuck in Ward 21 for eighteen years. The TDSB is high if they think they can make equally good special ed programs at every single school. Grouping students with similar needs together makes sense. 

Well, tonight was the last official newspaper meeting for the term. I walked away with the Editor's Award - unexpectedly, because I'd never worked in the office during a production weekend.

Being a part of that group, I think, is one of the best things I've ever done. It's been incredibly inspiring and welcoming to belong to that group.

I really want to lead it.

Not because it'd look good on my resume - I know employers who passed over an EIC during the main interview cycles. Not for personal development - it would be selfish to use the paper as an experimental vehicle for nurturing my leadership skills. Not because it's the next logical step in completing the trifecta - though that would deeply satisfy my need for finishing off loose ends.

I really want to be the editor in chief because I feel vaguely responsible for repaying the newspaper for what it's done for me over the past year and a half. I want other students to taste the thrill of the writing and brainstorming experience that I've had the privilege to enjoy since my 2A term.

I'm not sure I'd do a good job yet.

I mean, one of the fundamental challenges of being EIC is that the article authors are almost completely out of your control. From experience very few people get their articles in on the Friday evening deadline. You can badger them, cajole them, and threaten them, but you can't throw in the towel and erase their contributions altogether or you'll end up with a two-page paper. It's not like a lab where you can give up on your labmates and tank the whole writeup yourself. Having most of the paper out of your control is an extremely scary prospect.

On a lesser scale, I'm still unsure about the specifics surrounding advertising, where article ideas come from, and exactly how formerly reclusive editors get so well-connected.

Though there's no way to wrest all control over the paper without getting an aneurysm, the other problems stem simply from experience. Thus my next steps are to stay involved during the spring term, especially during production weekends. 

I can't do this with complete transparency because this question is used in a lot of bank security questions.

But.

1. Preschool.
One year.
Ten minutes from home. I don't think I attended many classes, actually, because I don't remember going when there was snow on the ground. Just one trip riding a bike there.
I think the teacher's name was Karen, like my closest friend at the time.
This was a PORTABLE behind an elementary school.

2. Elementary school (1)
Four years.
Five minutes from home. Skipped senior kindergarten. It was ok all the way through. If I look back then I can see many of my personality defects developing back then. I'm glad I left when I did because by then my closest friend was moving, and I'd drifted away from most other girls in my class.
I remember who told me that Trudeau died, the Monday after.
Teachers were effective, if slightly tyrannical, apart from the kindergarten teacher, who was very cool. He was the first one to tell me what a date was. 
I heard the building won an award for design once, and I agree, it is by far my school building. It even has a little courtyard at the front. 

3. Elementary school (2)
Five years (longest).
They held a meeting in the Scarborough Civic Centre for me before I switched from [2]. When they said that transportation to and fro would be an issue, I said, Why can't I just walk? and they told me, It's a bit too far for you. 
I remember where I was when the twin towers fell.
Hour long school bus ride from home. "Special education", so by definition, very small classes. Graduating class was under forty people, with nine girls. It was good, especially by September 2004. I was sorry to leave but didn't think twice about making the decision to go to [4]. 
Teachers were all very good.
Building was T-shaped. Very acceptable design.

4. High School
Four years.
Hour and a half bus/subway ride from home. Later brought it down to about an hour. Science and math specialty program. Several people from my graduating class in [3] applied and were accepted, but most did not choose to attend. It was good after January 2009 but I didn't have long to enjoy it.
Teaching quality was spotty. 
Building was squarish, with one part of it a clear addition to the other. Design was functional but not very well thought out.

5. University
Ongoing.
Ever since [3] I had a suspicion that I'd be going to [5] but it was a hard decision. I know it was the right one because I would be too lazy to get a job otherwise, but in truth I find [5] wanting. I chose it because my aunt was an engineer, and because traffic holds a near and dear place near my heart, due to the commutes to [2], [3], and [4]. I did not expect my field to be so arduous and inflexible.
Two hour plus bus ride from home, if such bus runs express without traffic. Civil engineering program with coop. Not hard, but frustrating, because of the people. It hasn't gotten good yet.
Teaching quality is pretty bad.
It takes a lot of effort to make buildings with such counterintuitive floor plans and offensively ugly exteriors. Failing grades all along.

"Talk about your schools". What do I want to express out of this?

I do not regret my chosen educational path, but I wish the advertising after [3] had been more complete. 

First I dreamed about telling someone about a Star Trek episode I dreamed about ... years ago. Before I'd ever seen Star Trek. An episode where Spock kissed some other person, with a love triangle going on?

Speaking of Star Trek, a few weeks ago I dreamed about evacuating the planet in a golden building with glass walls after defending Kristie's house from zombie gummy bears. I guess there was something there that reminded me of the Romulan drill, and that I saw we were in San Francisco - Starfleet Academy. When the building lifted off, there was a girl leaning on my shoulder, but I could only think about evacuating my parents too. Someone was just about to beam them up, but I awoke before that plot point was resolved.

Then I ran into three whole bleepingprogramies. Wizard in the SLC, Giraph in engineering, and Grim on the way to my tutorial. It made my day.

Since I couldn't stay awake during fencing, I went through my pile of pictures lifted from giraph last year.

Bamboo has an AWESOME camera. I can't believe I deleted so much stuff.

Highlights

"This is day one of Taylor Swift's concert, but I'm not going, because I'm too cheap."

"Just imagine a concentration camp, without the gas."

[In canto] "I paid $90 to eat this stuff. Looks good,hm? Then I ate all this stuff too. Eating it was good."

I hope I didn't delete too much crap. wanted to get dude boy an external for his birthday... in less than a week... but even the cheapest ones are $50. Apart from that, there aren't any computer-related paraphernalia that can't be obtained cheaper... USBs are floating around everywhere... I got a free 2Gb in a pen. Cables? What kind of present is that? Earphones? He'll get his own if he needs them. And besides, my parents would confiscate them somehow. 

Probably end up getting him some kind of music. I know he likes Finger Eleven, doesn't hate Death Cab, likes Green Day, likes Linkin Park, etc, etc, etc. Teenaged boy with issues. I'll figure it out. Conestoga mall next afternoon.

 Also consider that I was never one to start with. 

After this post showed up on facebook I realized that I couldn't completely answer the question posted. So, to refresh my memory, I tried looking for the latest and greatest version of the Soup Can Lab circa 02 October 2009. I was filled with feelings of fondness for my lab group as I unsuccessfully searched for v.1.6.2. Even my newest one has //new stuff here between two paragraphs - modified at 10:15 the day it was due! 

( other stuff I found, a history of fannishness, etc. )

fromnaobot 

Biology is the slob my parents introduced me to. His study group meets often. They don't watch porn; instead, they hold seances with a Ouija board and play an obscure variant of D&D. He's a very interesting person, but frankly, I don't have enough time to get to know him better. (ESTP)

Chemistry is the sexy one with the brains to back up the hardware. Despite having a few communicational difficulties, he has been one of my best friends since seventh grade. We flirt a lot but there's no way we could make it in a long-term relationship. We're better as friends anyways (I think he's gay.). (ENFJ)

Physics is a girl with a bad reputation. We work well together, and I respect her decisions, even if I don't really understand why she makes them. I wish she wouldn't be so armz when it turns out she's right and I'm wrong. (ISTP)

I only talked to French for so long because I felt guilty about ditching her. She was really lovely when we first met, but she's made some enemies over the years and developed some nasty obsessive-compulsive tendencies. I'm glad she taught me such a wide vocabulary of swearing but I don't think I'll use it much, thanks. (ESTJ)

English is the indie dude with whom I've had many friendly conversations of little depth. He's not part of my crowd, and we have an understanding that we never will be. He smokes pot. (INFP)

Economics is the girl who's beautiful, funny, and easy to talk to. We had a good run a while back. I guess we had less in common than I thought because we've drifted apart a bit since then, though we still talk sometimes and I like to keep track of how she's doing. (ESFJ) 

Law and I broke up this year. I wanted a casual relationship and he wanted it serious. Which is too bad, because I used to think that him and his quirks and logic were really cute (a la Spock). Now I realize he's too clingy and is unwilling to make even occasional, even theoretical, leaps of faith. (ISTJ)

Math has a leather jacket (he bought it last spring). Sometimes, I think I loved him. We had serious chemistry together, but I was never prepared to commit to him and his leather jacket, which is extremely sexy and extremely expensive. I almost regret it now, but at least I'll see him at university. (INTP)

Cantonese was a really friendly girl I knew in elementary school. Now she's a slut. I don't know her anymore. (ESFP)