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The Adventure of Little Cursed

Because before becoming a teacher, he was little ...

September. 1980. It is the first year.

The holidays were difficult. His parents separated in late summer. He finds himself in an area of the island of Montreal that he does not know. Does he know what it is, My-re-al? It is an island? Him, he knew only Saint-Bruno- At Grandma and Rosemont. Because at Rosemont, there's my aunt M aunt and godmother Mr. T He knows he approached them. But in playing City? Never heard of it!

He was not at the meeting preceding the beginning, one in which all students in kindergarten last year to review their classmates and meet their new mistress. Then the fateful day, he goes to school with her mom. He came forward, presented to him for Prof. Hen, who as a crest on its head instead of hair. Still, it looks pretty nice. After she showed him her locker, she tells him where to take his place in the courtyard. Follow wrenching farewell to mum, as if he never see her again, as if abandoned. Later, he admitted that there was a bit of that, but it was also because he was afraid for her.

Then he found himself alone on the court, wandering along the fence. He has never seen so many children. In Saint-Bruno, the court was a grassy park with a pond and trees. We played hopscotch and ball. Here, a barbed metal that extends over a distance that could quantify in kilometers - if he knew what a mile - about a sea of asphalt. It runs everywhere, that crying constantly. The bell rings: relief. He Pitche to be the first in line and stands upright, his little beige dress (with white shirt and sleeveless jacket) giving it the air of a prince.

shoved in the back.

- Ouch! Ty not "good class!
- Yeah! Begone!
- Yes, it's my class. Teresa told me.
- Liar!
- No! I lie not!

They harass, they peck. A full barn on his back, ready to tear her down, tearing his clothes apart. It has never been mean to him. Apart from AD, but that's another story. Faced with this hatred that is hard to explain because he can not even explain the feeling in his head he saw the moment he bursts into tears.

Prof. Poule peak between these facts. She cackles, trying to understand. That chirping from all sides, all sides: Pit-pit here, Pitpit there. She finally understood. Then she gets carried away at injustice and misunderstanding and chicks are leur trou alors que le petit canard pleure encore. Première journée, premières cinq minutes, et la maîtresse chicane déjà. L’année va être longue , se disent les poussins. Alors ils jettent leurs yeux méchants sur celui qui devra porter l’odieux d’avoir gâché la rentrée. Et il aura peur.

Pour le P’tit Maudit, en cinq minutes, on lui a appris à être une victime. Et ça le hantera longtemps après la rentrée, looooooongtemps…

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I bow deeply

As some of you already know, used voyeurs of the blogosphere that you are three hills in this small virtual world will be published in editions of the North. To sell the idea a bit, the editors have organized a contest : Users had to guess who was the third e-book to press. I participated in this contest, as curious and intrigued others by this new trend.

Imagine my surprise, my vote anonymous reversed (I did not sign as Prof Maudit) to see that my avatar had been suggested by some readers! It's a very nice gift before Christmas that you do me. I was particularly affected, especially after Guay case that has shaken my blog. So a little big thank you to appreciate both my pen and my words.

While looking forward to reading Mother unworthy , Sof and Pierre-Léon !

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Tomorrow winter ...

Do Rejoice not you Sunday? This big snow that everyone was smiling with gusto, made the mad dogs and put the first pink-cheeked children. It also, thank you God, covered our fall, particularly gray this year, giving us the false impression that it would be immaculate all winter. But, does, in my case, I was swooning after the ice storm disgusting Friday.

Unfortunately, this also brings great joy are lot of inconvenience, not just motorists, homeless or disabled (How many politicaly correct, Prof. Damn! Koss this?). It is also the case in primary schools, for all the management that accompanies our winter months. And I'm not talking about snowballs. That's a joke in comparison. Two major problems arise when the snow and cold we invade: the dress and schoolyards.

The first is so controversial and involves many different factors and actors that do not know where to take it. Each year I get discouraged to see my students at -20 with a spring coat, the ward air, no gloves or hat. I have to fight with them so they don mainly for recreation. Must still have it made. For the running shoe often reigns on the court, even with a few inches of snow. We always wonder if it's because the child hides his stuff, left the house after his parents who do not check (or more), a semi permission of her parents who have given up ages ago or just a family that simply does not afford. As the weeks pass and the snow and slush piling up, he moved a kind of jem'enfouttisme , parents, teachers, leadership, community, society eventually drop the big Boutte ' stick.

Schoolyards for their victims are their primary function. After each snowfall, an average of 375 brats (that is to say where in winter!) The trampling at least five times a day. Various other consequences result. First, the court becomes an arena where systematic risk of breaking the vertebrae. Immediately, we cancel recess. Already that, when there are three drops of rain falling, we keep the students inside. Imagine the Ice Age! And do not believe that it is for the sake of children ", this overused phrase in all sauces. This is often for many mistresses, it's expensive one styling, you know! Consequently, children are imprisoned for the entire day. And a day without recess, it is not a class you have: it's a menagerie! In spring, the problem often persists with a variation juicier: The ice piled do better finish melting. And after, endlessly escape or evaporate. For some courses have a drain that would help the cause. Then the students they navigate in this world of mud until the end of April? " C'mon! Did not you see the court? We will not take them out for sure! And it's another month between four walls. For me, who taught in Europe, from Spain to Scandinavia deep, one expels students outside come rain, snow, hail, storm it, windy, that he icy, that hurricane tsunamise ... it shocks me a little.

I describe course a reality throughout Montreal. For you to share your lived within the region. Go outside for us, people of the north, should not be so complicated. One can not help thinking that the solution is not very complex. Will reach more socially essential clothing from our harsh climate and extreme? Make the court by a plow truck? Install a drain? However, the eternal question remains: who pass this bill, probably salty? At least, salt ... you could you have?

I leave the children in s'assoment s'pitchant snowballs of ice in your face, I leave you
children qu'y'ont tongue stuck on the tracks and weep because the train is coming, I let you
children eaten by the blower 4 hours in a secret safe too, MAAA
I leave you peace, I MAAA gives you peace, I push eeen peace-my-vec-suffering riv-se!

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