…and so concludes Steve’s grade 11 co-op arc. Well almost, there’s still that not-so-little task of somehow completing the co-op exam-worthy project for Monday. But from now on, Steve will not be leaving school at lunchtime and journeying off to a newsroom. I hate to be cliché but… I can’t believe it’s over! Like, wasn’t it just yesterday that I was stepping foot inside The Guardian’s HQ?

But yeah, today was my last day of co-op. I had to come late because of co-op callback earlier but still managed to get there early enough to do what I needed to do. I was going to go cleanup my desk until I realized there was nothing to clean. I don’t mean clean dirt-wise, what I mean is that I never really spiffied up my desk. I occasionally kept a few issues of the newspaper in the drawer (ahh, that’s what I forgot to pick up! … actually never mind, I don’t need them anyway) but that was about it. It’s rather unusual for me since I’m really blithesome when it comes to those things (a la Purell tappy bottle things, a mouse pad, pictures of friends/family) but I simply never got the chance to or wanted to. I felt that if I did all that dumb stuff it would congeal some kind of attachment.

Despite my dynamic approach, I still got attached. Not many people can experience what I felt at co-op; happiness. I got the opportunity to leave my stinky old classroom and venture off into the fascinating world of journalism. I got to interview people. I got to write — published! — news reports. I had fun. (more…)

Steve is sick. Sick of paperwork. Sick of teachers conferencing in the staff room about how I’m transferring schools (that’s how rumours really start). And now, sick to his stomach about certain course schedules for next semester.

Yes, I’m switching schools. I’ve purposely not really blogged about it since it was still an on the fence issue until recently. Or so I thought… (more…)