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The Travel program at Grant MacEwan was very easy for me to get into, and I actually excelled in my classes, when I went. In an ironic twist, I missed the first day of registration for the program because the house I was moving out of flooded, and school slipped out of my head as I went into damage control mode; the irony being that it was at this time that my class was informed that only a certain amount of absences without notes of explanation were permitted in order to maintain my spot. It also turned out that this was the year my mother had to come to Edmonton for laser surgery on her eye, and her healing process was slow. I was not going to leave my half-blind mother alone in my apartment for weeks, so I didn’t go to school. At the end of the semester, I was informed that I was going to fail a class, in spite of the fact that I had the top marks in it, because of my absences. I accepted this decision, though I had grounds to appeal it, because it became clear that the program did nothing to challenge me, and when I get bored, I tend to get into trouble. |
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