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…
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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