Friday, May 6, 2022
Moving to Cranbrook half way thru grade 12, in 1975, was a very tough transition. In my 12 years of schooling it was the 8th school in the 7th community across 3 different provinces and I had a great deal of internal angst. He was my favorite teacher in Cranbrook. He also taught me some dance and offered to help me get a dance scholarship in Montreal. While I liked my other teachers well enough he was the only one I was interested in introducing to my parents at the graduation BBQ. After the introductions he blurted out "oh, does that mean that we are engaged now"? Both mom and dad cracked up and I got a good chuckle. I skipped school so much that once when I showed up at his Geography class - he asked me "are you a new student"? (of course he knew I wasn't, but he loved razzing me). I really appreciated the way he just accepted me and met me where I was at. I thought about him alot over the years. Rest in the light and love of your loved ones that have gone before you dear Mr. Warland.
