That’s what they said, my mother further elaborated to remind me what the school was trying to do for me. To arrange for Mr. Gates himself to follow me through my education, connect with me.. whatever. My father apparently would not consent for something I obviously would have loved back in the 90’s.

That school, it could have been viewed as child labour at the time. I loved fixing the computer lab instead of my studies, I loved fixing the computers instead of hanging out with the most cruel group of youngsters I ever grew up with. I used to love hanging with my teachers instead. I loved you for what you fostered in me Ms. Lazowski. I blanked on your name until just now, I still wonder if you’re still out there being vice principal, I’d imagine you are retired now.

~P