The Grammar School

When asked, I like to tell people that from primary to grade 8, I attended “The Convent” (it became a Sacred Heart School). And from grade 9 to graduation, I attended a grammar school. Because, you know, in the real world where private school alum are swamped by former public school kids, you have to focus their attention to your uniquely sheltered lifeview with monikers like “Catholic girls school” and pish-posh British-sounding “grammar school”. Yup, although my ten-year non-reunion rolled around 4 years ago, I think the sheltered life still has some repercussions. Particularly, at times, I still gawk at the shenanigans people got up to during their high school years!

Apparently there is anĀ Urban Dictionary entry for Halifax Grammar School that reads, “The most expensive school in the poorest province, where Kids talk about how cool the conservative party is, and keep black imported students years over so they can compete against the bleached student body of other school’s basketball teams.” We did not talk about politics! However, by a great stroke of luck, my sister’s class had two tall, strapping Bahamian exchange students willing to play on the basketball team! Further, an entry on HGS gives not only the fact sheet on the school, but a list of somewhat well-known alumni and past students. You may have heard of Ellen Page or Sloan.

My high school alma mater celebrates its fifty year birthday with the publication of a book written by a former headmaster. It tells of the visionary parents who created a new school in the wake of massive public education reforms to create a new standard in education that continues today. I am particularly intrigued by the account that may be found about the process of expanding the campus from a mere house in the South End to take over a whole heritage building formerly housing an elementary school. HGS also became an International Baccalaureate (IB) school a few years too late for me to get the diploma but my sister is an IB scholar–I am also intrigued by that transition made when I was such a naive student. The HGS book’s promo gives you an idea of the eternal struggle the school faced and alludes to colourful characters. I wonder if my generation has been out long enough to have made a mark and to get mentioned in the book?

I am intrigued and I think I’ll get a softcover version when I go back home–obviously it’s not widely distributed on or!–and relive some memories.

On this day..

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  1. Great story! Sounds like you went to a very interesting grammar school.

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