I hated it until I got to university. What a snowing waste of time. If it hadn't been for a quartet of gals I sat in the midst of in Grade 9, I would have left. Then Grade 10, when the option was repeat the year or go to summer school, I had to go to summer school. And a boon it was. Lots of young ladies reaching that stage of physical development that so captures a young man's fancy. Then Grade 11 and dating on of the girls from the Grade 9 class I mentioned eariier. And the guitar and . . . .

Snow school at that age. I failed Grade 11 and that was it for me and snowing high school.