Alberta election column

I wrote this column for the March 27 issue of the paper I work for. It didn’t run. I disagree with why it didn’t run.

Here it is.

With Albertans going to the polls in only a small number of weeks to choose who will govern them for the next four years, it’s clear this is going to be an election the likes of which Alberta has not seen since the Tories first swept to power in 1971.

Or at least that’s how I view it.

I still consider myself an outsider when it comes to most things Alberta. Yes, I’ve been out here for 16 months, but that’s hardly enough time to get a true feel for a new place.

However, going through an election will probably be my true baptism into Alberta life.

I just have a feeling that this election could very well spell the end of the blue tide that has gripped this province since Peter Lougheed’s 1971 election victory.

The ‘do-nothing’ committee scandal. The new Education Act raising the hackles of parents. The issues around healthcare and physician intimidation.

All those things make me feel we’re not going to wake up the morning of the election with the Tories holding the majority of seats at the Legislature.

Now, that is not to say they won’t form the government again. They very well could win 45, 50, 70, you name it, seats. They also could easily be shunted out of power like the SoCreds were, eventually losing their cachet and disappearing from the political landscape. I don’t see it happening, but it could.

Who really saw the Kim Campbell Tories decimated to the tune of two seats in 1993? [N.B. I was only seven when that election took place. Maybe people did foresee that happening.]

But either way, this is an election that, for me, represents a turning point. And it all goes back to what I said a few paragraphs ago about feeling like an outsider still.

This could represent the first election where I vote Conservative. And if you know me, you’ll know why that’s a shocking admission.

While I can subscribe to the general principles of conservatism, I generally abhor the ideology many (mainly federal) Conservative espouse. In short, Stephen Harper and his cronies make me sick.

My loathing of the Conservative brand has its roots in 1995, when the Mike Harris Tories came to power in Ontario. OK, fine, I was only nine at the time. But since then, I have had virtually no time for the antics and blatantly disgusting partisanship that seems to ooze from Conservatives.

And let’s be honest, some of those very Harris Tories are running Canada now. John Baird, Jim Flaherty, Tony Clement. Just those names make my skin crawl.

So why could I possibly vote Conservative here in Alberta at the provincial level? It’s because in many cases what is one ideology at one level, or in one province, is not the same in all situations.

I have nothing against the Alberta Tories. If I think their ideas are the best for this province, then they’ll get my vote.

And if I don’t, then they won’t. It’s that simple.

Thoughts on Calgary

It’s time for a longer post than I’ve been producing lately.

Today being Sunday, on Friday and yesterday I was in Calgary for the AWNA (Alberta Weekly Newspapers Assoc.) Symposium. For those unfamiliar with the concept, it was basically a newspaper conference for weekly newspapers in Alberta.

I spent the majority of the two days (more like 23 hours) in various workshops and lectures about the art of reporting and photographing. Well, more accurately, those were the sessions I took.

To be honest, I don’t actually think I got anything out of the sessions I attended. For court reporting, a lot of what was discussed was more valuable for reporters in larger centres that have court every day. Here in Barrhead we have court twice a week. While the lessons are still useful, they’re a bit less so simply because as a circuit court there are a lot more changes in the staff, Crown and judges on a biweekly basis than is seen at Queen’s Bench in Edmonton or Calgary.

The interviewing session I attended? It was pretty much a repeat of the things I learned from Dave McKie at Carleton. And there’s a simple reason why that’s the case — the man who ran the interviewing course is the same man who provided the information Dave McKie used in his lectures on interviewing. So I didn’t learn anything new. That being said, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with refreshers.

The lead-writing lecture was pretty much the same at the interviewing one. And it’s the same reason — rehashing stuff from my classes with Dave McKie because it was the same ‘lesson plan.’ But once again, it’s never bad to get a refresher on things. Sometimes we all need to have things drilled into our heads again.

The photo courses were what I was looking forward to the most. Having never taking photography at Carleton – something I do regret now – I thought the chance to be taught by a professional photog would be a good idea.

And while I did pick up a few things to help my photography – mainly techniques about location, props and non-standard angles – the real tips in terms of ways to manage bad lighting or deal with less-than-willing subjects just didn’t materialize. Now, I’m not blaming anyone here. I should have expected going in that what I was to be part of would be a cursory overview of the topic and nothing like a post-secondary photo course. And that is what it was.

Of course, it wasn’t a total loss. Taking a look at the photos the lecturer showed us gave me ideas of what I can try. I want to get better at photography, so anything I can pick up is better than nothing.

Now, for all the learning I did – or didn’t do, as the case may be – the best part of the Symposium was the catching up and bonding I did with my peers. Rather, with two of my peers — a fellow 2009 Carleton J-School grad and my replacement in Westlock (who herself is leaving the position shortly).

I hadn’t seen Tanya since graduation, I think, and it was good to catch up with her and to see someone out here I could talk to about things relating to Carleton and be able to the names and not “a guy/girl I went to J-School with” or “one of my J-School profs.”

As for Megan (or ‘the Megan’ in a tweet I made (I really need to copy edit my tweets)), with her leaving my old job (I claim ownership over that job as long as Doug is still there), it was nice to catch up and chat before she leaves for other pastures. Plus, having lived together for just under a month, we talked about the old living situation — the one that wasn’t at all comfortable for all three of us. And just like she did a while ago when big news about her broke, she once again validated my opinions on the whole situation.

Overall, it was a good 23 hours in Calgary. Friends, colleagues and an atmosphere somewhat like J-School — there’s not much more I could have asked for.

The drive there and back, however? That’s a different story. I’m not a fan of long drives.

Fleetwood Mac cover

I shot this video for my Barrhead Leader job.

Yes, I know the quality is not amazing. I used my iPhone, so you shouldn’t expect miracles out of me.

Anyway, take a peak. I thought it was pretty good.

So, without further ado, here’s Dreams with their cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “You make loving fun.”

And now that you’ve enjoyed that, check out other videos we’ve done.

I’m an editor?

How did that happen? Seriously.

Yup, I have apparently moved up in the world. It’s kind of scary when I think about it. One minute I was very happy in my situation and planning some trips or other things. Settling, if you must.

The next I’m hopping in my car for a daily 80-kilometre round trip commute. It was quite a shock.

So, what made me do it? What made me decide that I want to give up the security and comfort I had at the Westlock News and take on the challenge of serving as editor of the Barrhead Leader? The more I think about it, the more I honestly don’t know. It all came so quickly. Let me tell you.

Aug. 17

My boss asks me to come with him into his office and close the door. I hate it when they say that; you never know what they’re going to say. Well, what he had to say was that the Leader needed an editor and he thought I could do it and to talk to the Leader’s publisher about it. And at that point I went back to my desk and tried to do my work, all with the added worry of having to contemplate a career change I wasn’t looking for at that time. The I went home and called my parents and talked to them about it. It was an interesting conversation.

Aug. 18

I call the Barrhead publisher to talk about the job. She tells me things, and suggests I speak to the outgoing editor. I do that. He also tells me things. I tell them I want to think about it and I’ll get back to them.

Aug. 19

I think this is the day the Barrhead publisher calls me to ask if I’ve made a decision. I haven’t. I tell them with the weekend coming up being Westlock Fair weekend, I want to get through the weekend before committing. I say I’ll call on Monday with my decision. I then head into the weekend knowing it’s going to be an interesting one because I’ll have to go shutter crazy while debating whether or not to leave the comfort I have in Westlock.

Aug. 20

Nothing really happened other that I spoke to my parents and told them that I may as well go for it and try it. I did this during a power outage.

Aug. 21

My Westlock boss and I are in the office, putting the paper together, since it comes out the next morning. He asks me my decision, and I tell him that I think I’ll try my hand at taking on the editor’s chair in Barrhead. He then goes away and either works on the paper or composes a job posting. Probably both.

Aug. 22-26

These days are pretty much a blur or something because I’m working to put together a paper while at the same time realizing these are my last five days at the Westlock News. So there are a few goodbyes that have to be said, even though I will on occasion make cameos in the office, so it’s not really goodbye.

Aug. 27-28

I prepare myself mentally to move to the editor’s chair. This involves spending a few hours in the News office going through a stack of papers to figure out what to throw away and what to leave for the News as files. I think the cumulative size of the piles of things to leave for the News was about two-thirds the size of the original pile. This job really kills trees. I also took a trip out to Barrhead to take a tour of the town. The outgoing editor was supposed to give me said tour, but he never answered his phone. Oh well.

Aug. 29

Day one as editor, sort of. The outgoing editor was still there, but he was putting the paper together and I spent my day trying to organize my office.

Aug. 30-Sept. 5

Pretty much getting used to the job.

Sept. 6-present

Discovering that this job is more stressful, especially when you question your predecessor’s judgement. And undergoing some domestic issues with your housemates, one of whom is your replacement at the Westlock News. But things have a way of working themselves out, so we’ll play the coming days, weeks and months as they come. There’s really nothing more to it.

The NDP’s Québec success

I want to make a brief comment on all those people who are bashing the NDP and its MPs who did very little campaigning and yet still won their seats.

If there’s anyone to blame for the NDP electing MPs who are unqualified for the jobs they now hold, it’s the voters who elected them.

Yes, I know it’s been several months since the May 2 election, but it still bothers me to hear all these pundits and regular people outside Quebec talk about how it’s embarrassing that there are unqualified MPs flying the NDP banner. Sure, the NDP really should have vetted its candidates better, and given them orders to put effort into campaigning. But when it comes down to it, it’s the voters who decide who is elected, not the party.

I decided I wanted to write about this when I read Ezra Levant’s “This ain’t no party” column in the Toronto Sun. In particular this line:

“The NDP is an unserious party. No one was more surprised with their electoral successes in May than they were — this is the party of Ruth Ellen Brosseau, the candidate who spent part of the campaign in Las Vegas, only to come back to strike the jackpot on election day.”

has my back up.

Sure, the NDP is not innocent in all this. But to lay the blame squarely at their feet is being unduly harsh.

Why I quit my (first) (real) job

By this time I’m sure many of you have seen and thought about Kai Nagata’s “Why I quit my job” blog post. In addition, I am sure many of you know who he is, so I’m not going to discuss who he is. If you don’t know who he is, look it up yourself.

What I am going to talk about is my own quasi-response to what he had to say.

In reading what Nagata had to say, I honestly couldn’t help thinking he sounded a bit like me when I quit my first real job in Meadow Lake, Sask. Like he had this entitlement complex and since things weren’t going his way he wanted out. Because as I think back on the end of my time in Meadow Lake, that is somewhat how I felt.

Of course, I have since been humbled, and now appreciate what I went through in Meadow Lake and how important it was for me to have gone through it.

But, since this is my attempt at a retort, here is why I quit my first (real) job.

After three and a half years of university, I was panicking trying to find a job when I graduated. After many applications, I finally got an interview for the Northern Pride in Meadow Lake, which turned into a job offer the next day. Having received no other offers, let alone interviews, I took the job.

Things started off well enough. I was given stories (being new to the area, I knew nothing) and I thought I performed well.

Then it happened.

I had taken and started the job before I had even physically graduated, so I flew back to Ottawa for the ceremony and a mini-reunion of sorts. Yes, it was good to see my fellow J-Schoolers, but it was also a very emotional time as I realized I likely would not see many of them again.

With those thoughts on my mind, I returned to Meadow Lake. And things gradually went downhill from there.

I never felt comfortable in that town, and I never felt welcomed into the newsroom. My co-reporter was a nice guy, but he kept to himself for the most part.

The powers that be? I should be careful with my words here, but nurturing new talent definitely is not among their strong suits. The expectation was that I was to arrive, have a brief adjustment period and then be able to function completely autonomously. There seemed to be no sympathy for the fact I had *just* graduated mere days and weeks before. I was still feeling my way in the world.

Naturally, with how I felt about the town, and the work environment, my production suffered and I was doing the least I needed to get by. But at the same time, I was trying to slog through it in hopes things would improve. They didn’t.

After a meeting that boiled down to “shape up or ship out,” I decided I wasn’t doing myself any favours by staying, so I quit.

The first few months after I quit I kept thinking that my time in Meadow Lake was a waste, but I have since learned it was more valuable than I thought. And I am thankful I went through that ordeal, even though I didn’t recognize it at the time.

So, to compare myself to Nagata, which was the point of this whole endeavour. Do I think he came off sounding entitled? Yes. Did I come off sounding entitled? Yes. Who was more right in quitting his job? I would have to say me. I was having a rough and by-no-means unenjoyable time in Meadow Lake. Nagata, on the other hand, sounds to have been having an excellent go of it.

I just think he should not have written his post. I have no doubt he has burned many, many bridges, and his petulance in writing it will come back to haunt him more than my decision to quit and write this will me.

Family shares heart-wrenching cancer story

[EDIT] This story won me a 2012 Canadian Community Newspaper Award for “Best Feature Series.” Yes, I am now a national award-winning journalist.

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This story came about because April is Cancer Month. My newspaper, the Westlock News, had already done a story on a woman who had beaten cancer twice, and we decided that it would be a good idea to do a story on a family that had lost a loved one to cancer.

Our choices were a family that lost a grown, 30-year-old man or a family that lost a child. We decided to go with the child, because that’s always more shocking when it happens. That’s not to say we were going for shocking or sad, we just thought it would be a better story.

I was not looking forward to speaking to the mother, because honestly, what do you say? Thankfully she understood that I was nervous and helped me through it.

I think I did a good job. I’ve been told by many people that the story made them cry because it was so heart-rending. It made me cry as I was writing it. It’s such a sad story when it comes down to it.

So here is my piece, written for the April 11, 2011 Westlock News.

Family shares heart-wrenching cancer story

Boulerice family shares story of the loss of their five-year-old daughter to cancer

It’s always a tragedy when a family loses a loved one to cancer, but when that loved one is still a child who has not yet had a chance to fulfill her promise, that loss stings just a little bit more.

For Cory and Lisa Boulerice, that nightmare scenario came to pass when their five-year-old daughter Kali passed away following a two-year battle with several brain tumours.

Kali was a feisty girl, Lisa said. She was also a bit of a girly-girl who was in love with horses, but also very opinionated and determined.

“I think that’s truly what kept her alive for so long,” Lisa said. “She was determined to never give up in anything she did.”

The family’s ordeal started in 2004, shortly after Kali turned three on Aug. 21. Lisa said Kali had started complaining of pain in her neck while she was playing on a swing set.

A few days before they went to the doctor to get her neck looked at, Kali started throwing up. Lisa said she didn’t draw a connection between the two events, thinking Kali was just coming down with a flu bug.

When they got to their pediatrician, he decided to send Kali to the Stollery Children’s Hospital for an MRI to get a better idea of what the problem could be.

It was that test that finally shed light on what was ailing Kali.

“When you bring them in they say one parent can bring them in and when she wakes up one parent can get her,” Lisa said. “It was taking a very long time and then they came out and they told both of us to come in. They led us to a little room and informed us that they had found a brain tumour.”

The doctors were not able to say much more at that point, other than it was necessary to operate on Kali to remove the tumour.

“Being in shock, I was like ‘When do we bring her back?’” Lisa said. “Then they’re like ‘No, you don’t get to take her.’”

That was Sept. 3, 2004.

Stollery doctors brought in a surgeon from Vancouver the next day to perform the surgery. Kali was in the operating room for more than eight hours, and when the surgery was complete, the doctors had removed a tumour, specifically an ependymoma, the size of a Christmas orange from her brain stem.

The doctors found the problem and acted just in time, Lisa said, as the tumour had only just started to attach itself to Kali’s brain stem.

“If the doctors had said ‘No, she’s fine, it’s just a headache,’ and they did not send us, it would have attached to the brain and they wouldn’t have been able to remove it,” she said.

Lisa said the doctors were unable to wrap their heads around how Kali could have had almost no symptoms from a tumour that size when she was so young. Even their pediatrician said he had thought what was wrong with Kali was a small problem; it never crossed his mind it could be so serious because she had no outward symptoms.

After the surgery, Kali spent the next two weeks in the hospital recovering and doing “phenomenally well,” Lisa said.

It was at that point when doctors determined Kali needed radiation treatment, which brought with it a 60 per cent survival rate because of the damage it can cause to the brain.

What also needed to be worked out was how the treatment would work because, at three years old, Kali was at a hard-to-treat age. Had she been younger, there would have been one protocol to follow, and if she were older another protocol would have applied.

The next six-and-a-half weeks saw Kali receive radiation treatment daily at the Cross Cancer Institute in Edmonton.

The CCI is a “really horrible place,” Lisa said, but the doctors there made it fun for Kali by creating a chart for her to track her progress and let her choose her own stickers to mark the days. As a horse lover, naturally she chose pony stickers.

Each treatment was a two-and-a-half hour ordeal. Because Kali was so young and small and had had a tumour on the brain, the doctors put her to sleep before the procedure. Once she awoke she needed to be monitored for a while to make sure she was OK.

The radiation treatments continued until December 2004, at which point Lisa said Kali was doing quite well.

Kali’s good health continued until the summer of 2005.

“I started to notice some signs of something just not being right,” Lisa said.

Having gone through surgery to remove a tumour, Kali was being monitored every three months to keep track of her health.

In September, Lisa took Kali back to the hospital.

“I knew that there was something wrong and they came in and they said that they had found another tumour, but it was in a completely different spot,” she said.

This meant another surgery was required, but since Kali had already done radiation treatment, it was not possible to radiate the brain again.

For Lisa, it brought out a whole new set of worries.

“As soon as it happens, I had so many questions,” she said. “They don’t have a lot of answers because the day they take it out they don’t know what kind of tumour it is. They don’t know what kind of treatment it will be. But the one thing they told me was, what happens if it comes back? They said you don’t want to think about that because there’s not much we can do.”

Unfortunately, shortly after Christmas, it became something the family had to think about when doctors found a third tumour in a different place on Kali’s brain.

“It was at that spot when I guess she got diagnosed as being terminal,” Lisa said.

That determination presented Lisa with another challenge she needed to face.

“When you find out your child’s terminal, you have to make a choice how you’re going to tell them is what I thought,” she said. “I really thought ‘How am I going to tell her?’ But I didn’t need to, because she knew. No one ever told her, and yet one day when she was sicker, she just looked at me and said ‘Mommy, will you miss me when I’m in heaven?’ and that was very hard obviously.”

In February 2006 doctors found a fourth tumour.

“Then, miraculously after that, from about March till about July, she was like the best she’d ever been,” Lisa said.

During that time Kali got a pony to ride, arranged by the nurses at the CCI, and spent the entire time happy.

However, in July she started to need morphine to deal with the pain she was experiencing.

Still, despite the pain, Kali continued to show the fighting spirit she had maintained since day one, Lisa said.

“She would be in a lot of pain and then a song would come on that she loved and she would get up and dance and then she’d be like ‘Mommy, I’m tired,’” she said. “She still had that energy just for that few minutes to dance, which is one thing that amazed me. She had so much strength.”

Throughout the entire experience, Lisa said Kali never once complained or questioned why she was being put through all the pain and suffering.

“It almost seemed like when she got diagnosed, she had this little personality of somebody much older than she was and she completely accepted it,” she said. “She never ever complained. I really think she felt like she had to protect everybody.”

As July rolled into August, Kali’s condition continued to deteriorate. She had been on medication the previous two years to stop her from throwing up regularly, but it stopped working and she started throwing up again.

She spent a lot of her final days at home, which Lisa considered a blessing because of the support available from family and friends, including a nurse friend who stayed at the house.

“One thing people said when they came to our home was that it actually seemed like a very pleasant place,” she said. “There was just really good energy; it was just very calming.”

Eventually Kali’s body started shutting down, Lisa said, and she started seizing off and on for two weeks. During this time, all she would say was ‘I love you.’ It was mumbled, Lisa said, but you could tell what she was saying.

Around October, Lisa said the end started to look closer.

“She ended up seeing angels, which was actually very comforting for me because she’s telling us all about this and she’s not scared,” she said. “She was super excited to see the angels and she heard bells. The first time she heard bells my heart dropped, because that means you’re leaving today.”

Instead, Kali continued to hear the bells for almost a month before she died, Lisa said, adding that in her final two weeks, Kali became incoherent.

On Nov. 3, 2006, Kali passed away at home, with her mother at her side. The hospital staff cautioned Lisa she might not have the chance to be there when Kali died because a lot of people don’t want to die in front of loved ones, but she was determined to be there.

“It was just a very unique experience because I couldn’t ever sleep because she was in our room and I was really scared she was going to die while I was asleep,” she said.

“The night that she actually passed away I was lying with her and I had the best sleep ever,” she said. “The nurse woke me up and said I think Kali just took her last breath. So I got up and I sat by her bed and my husband was there and she starts breathing again.

“So then you’re struggling for so long you just really want her to be at peace at this point … so I laid right beside her and then she just stopped breathing.”

In the more than five years that have passed since Kali passed away, the Boulerice family has been able to cope and move on with their lives as best they could.

“I don’t know what the word would be. We’ve managed is all I think you could say,” Lisa said. “No matter how much time passes, there’s still a hole and you can never replace it and you can never replace her. When we’re all together sometimes it’s hard because you’re much more aware that there’s a part of your family that’s not with you.”

She tried to start the grieving process early, before Kali died, but that did not work out as she had hoped.

“I believed that, because you knew she was dying, that I could grieve before and I’d be OK after,” she said. “But that’s not the case. You know, but you don’t really know. It’s like being pregnant, you don’t know how much you’re going to love the baby until it’s actually born.”

The first month or so things went well, Lisa said, because she knew Kali was no longer in pain. However, after that it became harder because she started to want to give anything to have Kali back.

“I think that when someone you love is dying you want them to not suffer out of love for them, so you want them to pass away without all that suffering,” she said. “But then your mind has a way of working and you just want them back and you forget how much pain they’re in and selfishly you just want them back.”

The grieving process, as well as the entire experience, was even more challenging because the Boulerices also had two other children – a son, Carson, who was five months old when Kali was diagnosed with the first tumour and a daughter, Hailey, who was 20 months older than Kali.

It’s been a challenge, she said, because it’s difficult to balance grieving for one child while continuing to mother two other children. It got to the point where she couldn’t pretend she was fine, but at the same time she needed her kids not to see her crying and know that she loves them as much as she loved Kali.

One thing Lisa and Cory did to help Hailey and Carson cope was involve them in the process. They were never prevented from learning what was happening, which Lisa said she thinks will make them not be afraid of death.

“I don’t regret any of that,” she said. “I think it was really good for them.”

It gave them the opportunity to learn about the natural process of dying, plus they will carry with them good memories of their sister.

To parents who may be going through a similar trial with a sick child, she said there’s not much she can offer by way of advice.

“Even now, I don’t know what to say to parents only because it depends on what mood the parents are in,” she said. “It honestly does, because somebody could say something to me today and the same thing the next day and I would take it totally different.”

However, to people who try to offer suggestions to grieving parents, she does have some concrete advice.

“Unless you’ve experienced it, you have no idea at all what they’re going through,” she said, adding what they really need is support without any expectation of reciprocation.

She had many people call her, but she never called them back. They kept calling, however, because they understood what she needed most.

“I didn’t want to talk, but I needed to know that they were thinking of her or us,” she said.

Perhaps Lisa’s greatest sorrow about losing Kali is not for what she has lost, but for what her daughter will never become, she said. Kali would have been 10 this year, and Lisa will never know what Kali would have been like, nor will she see her graduate.

However, since Kali’s death, Cory and Lisa have had another son, Ryer. She said Ryer looks and acts like Kali at times, and people have remarked how similar they look.

“When he was a baby, my husband and I would whisper ‘What is she telling you?’ to him,” she said. “I think it’s neat that he holds some of her traits.”

Lisa Boulerice holds a photo of her daughter Kali, who was diagnosed with a brain tumour when she was three and passed away two years later.

Election Time

I am a journalist.

We are in a federal election.

I am supposed to be impartial and non-partisan.

Screw that.

Don’t vote Conservative!

That is all.

Well, OK, fine. I am supposed to remain non-partisan in my reporting. I plan to do that. It comes with the territory. I ask people questions and then I record their answers and tell our readership what the answers were. It’s hard to be partisan when that’s my job.

However, I have access to a column spot in our paper. Don’t expect me to be non-partisan there. Oh, no. I will be as anti-Conservative as I can in my column.

Support High School Arts column

This column ran in the March 21 Westlock News. However, since I tend to ramble, it had to be cut back in order to fit into the space set aside for it.

So, without any further ado, here is my column in its unabridged form.

Enjoy.

In pursuit of my desire to deny that I’m getting older, I have started to relive some parts of my past.

Not so much dressing like I did when I was younger, or engaging in risky activities that high school kids are wont to do as remembering what it was like in my high school days and the role the arts played in my high school experience.

OK, I lied. I still dress like I did when I was younger.

Back on topic. High school arts.

The arts played a huge role in giving me the high school experience I had. Each and every year I was in high school I spent hours upon hours in the band room. It was my sanctuary, mostly.

It was through high school band that I made most of the friends I have today.

And how many other people can say that they went to Europe not once, but twice as part of a school trip? These weren’t trips simply to tour England, France, Belgium (the second one), or Germany and Austria (the first one). No, these two trips were to perform in Europe.

So what has prompted me to wax nostalgic? Grease.

It’s that simple. R.F. Staples’ performance of Grease has brought me back to my high school arts days.

After the final show, as I was compiling my wrap-up piece, I spoke to Anne-Marie Switzer about working with the cast to prepare for opening night.

She spoke about how, along the way, there are stumbling blocks and small mistakes and things may just seem hopeless. But when the curtain raises on opening night, something clicks and, as she said, “Bam! They put it on.”

As she was saying that, I was getting serious goose bumps. It was all coming back to me.

You see, I was in the pit band in Grade 12 when my school put on Gershwin’s “Crazy for You.” So I knew exactly what she meant about there being something about opening night.

I can’t explain it. I really can’t. It’s just the buzz in the air and the knowledge that when the baton drops on the opening downbeat and the curtain raises, you’re on. There’s no turning back. It’s a rush of adrenaline that sweeps right through you. You’re stressed beyond belief that you might make a mistake, but you charge on.

I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: Unless you’ve been in a show, either on stage or in the pit, there is nothing, I repeat NOTHING, like the rush you get on your first opening night.

So here I am, going on seven years since that night, and I’m getting teary-eyed thinking back to my pit band days. It’s a memory that will stay with me forever.

So in short, support your high school arts. For some kids, it’s the last time they’ll be involved in the arts. Help them cherish it as much as I did. They will thank you for it.

I know I do.

Dec. 20, 2010 Column

[Edit 12:21 pm MST] Actually, what really happened is my column has been banked, and will appear in the Dec. 29 Westlock News. No matter.

Well, it appears the column I wrote for this week’s edition of the Westlock News has been preempted for one by our publisher.

So, without further ado, I shall self-publish my column here. Enjoy.

Since I arrived here on Nov. 23, I have generally kept to myself. Growing up in a big city kind of makes you wary of others. You never know what other people are up to, so you generally avoid having to deal with them if you don’t have to.Personally, I find that aloofness and almost callousness refreshing, since it’s pretty much all I’ve ever known.

But here, in a small town, being aloof is seen more as a flaw. There are fewer of you, so you tend to band together. Or at least that’s what I learned in Meadow Lake and am beginning to learn here.

But let’s back things up a bit before I get to the point of my rambling.

I generally like winter. I really do. And I have seen more snow than we have so far received here. In the winter of 2007-2008, while I was still in school at Carleton University in Ottawa, the city got hit with 411 cm of snow. That’s a lot of snow. So this much snow, by itself, doesn’t faze me.

I enjoy walking in the snow. When it is actually snowing and I have no place to go, at least not anywhere I am rushing to be, I enjoy practically dancing in the snow while I sing “Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.” Yes, I can be strange.

What does faze me, however, is driving in this snow. I did not have a car that Ottawa winter. I did not get snowed in and have to suffer the ignominy, as it were, of needing to call a tow-truck or ask for help getting my car unstuck.

In short, I never had need to rely on strangers to get me where I needed to be. Physically, anyway. I have asked for directions before. But in that case all the other person has to do is speak to me. Getting a car moving? There’s actual physical effort involved in that.

Well, I had nowhere else to turn this past Wednesday. In the morning, I wanted to drive to work. I couldn’t get out of my driveway. So I had to get towed out.

In the evening, I wanted to go out. This time I got out of my driveway, but nary a foot more. I had to knock on a window to get a push.

While it was a frustrating day, I learned you can always rely on the kindness of strangers. I’d prefer not to have to, wanting to be self-sufficient and all, but I now know if I need help, it will be there for me.

And I don’t feel ashamed for asking. Well, only a bit.

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