I guess that’s the difference between an acacdemic high school and a tech high school.
Could be, but I went to an academic high school. We didn’t have an auto shop, or any shop for that matter.
I’m guessing the coach changed his air filter one day, thought “This old one would be good for floor hockey and it’ll save us a few bucks on our equipment budget,” and that was that.
That, or it was such an underfunded tech high school that it couldn’t afford any shops.
As someone in those latitudes I heartily say; Nertz! I detest DST. It messes up my sleep and during the summer when it ostensibly is supposed to help sunrise is at 5 AM and sunset is around 10-ish. If it had to be done, I’d sooner have that “extra” hour in the winter when I go to work in the dark and get home in the dark.
DST blows goats…
After I snorted coffee out my nose all the suppressed memories came flooding back…<shudder>
On the subject of improvised sports equipment my Jr. High used 4 L milk jugs of frozen water for curling on the flooded and frozen football field. The first time we used real curling stones I damn near herniated myself, not to mention sending it rocketing down ice at about 900 kph; just slightly less friction (and grass) than I accounted for.
On the subject of winter sports in Canada, I’m taking a powder day at the hill tomorrow – have to do something with today’s freshie.
Ah, Spring. Canadian for “eight more weeks of winter” 
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I loved playing broomball! I may have been somewhat…liberal with the application of my stick to other players. 
Just my regular golf cleats, like everyone else.
Ah, the good old days. I know you’re old enough to remember actual straps in schools, too.
The mind picture of you rocketing that curling rock is making me smile. 
Friggin’ winter. It can piss right off now as far as I’m concerned.
Okay, I guess that’s it - I’ve officially hit “Sick of Winter.”
I had a close call today, in fact. At our neighbourhood dog park, the only bit that’s still remotely clean is the bit by the bocce courts. In fact, the bocce courts still have a nice coat of ice on them. “Ahh, a good place for Benji to run without getting his paws too muddy”, thought I.
I went to step into them - my left foot was on the ice, and when I lifted my right, WHOOSH, everything goes right out from under me. Luckily, I had the instinct to pull my chin to my chest as hard as I could. As it was, I landed on my back and shoulders with my full weight, with the boards that just behind my head. If I hadn’t tucked my head in like that, the top of my spine/back of my head would have hit those boards 8 inches sooner than the rest of me.
I’m stiff and sore, and I think I’ve done something unpleasant to my left wrist again, but at least I don’t have a concussion. Or worse.
Never thought of bocce as a dangerous sport before…
Ouch. Glad it wasn’t worse.
Me too. Falling on ice is so damned dangerous, and so damned easy.
Glad it’s just bruises and soreness, Le Ministre.
Same here. Hope you’re feeling better soon!
(I took a nasty spill on the ice in my driveway last fall, so I know how you likely feel.)
Missed this.
Yes, I went to elementary school when the strap was present. I never experienced it myself, but a classmate did, numerous times. I cannot remember when they did away with it (when I was in Grade 2? Grade 3?), but they did do away with it while I was at elementary school.
I got shown the strap in about grade 7. This would have been 74/75.
In grade 7 I was caned once for forgetting a teacher’s name. I did not think that was right. Later that year the junior school headmaster tried to cane me for allegedly taking another student’s hat (I didn’t). It did not go well for him.
and in other news:
There was an interview with him on As It Happens last week. He sounded pessimistic about the chances for someone else to step up and take those kind of cases.
Oh please. :rolleyes: Where there’s sufficient money, there will always be a lawyer ready to take the case.
Now if hatemongers are all poor, that could change my answer…
When I lived in Longlac in the late 70’s the strap was still in regular rotation. My grade 5 teacher was the vice principal (he had been the principal, then he broke his leg seriously and another teacher stepped in.) But the VP gave the strap. I had the desk right beside the interior door from classroom to Principal’s office, and I could hear the thwack and the kids begging for mercy. It was horrible to hear.