Kara Babcock

I read, write, code, and knit.

My school is closing. Again.

Note: This post was written before I realized I was trans and/or before I came out online. As such, I might refer to myself as a man or use my deadname. Please read my name policy to understand how you should refer to me.

This isn't the first time. In Grade 7, my elementary school closed, so I went to my present school (which is a 7-12 school) for Grade 8. That turned out to be a blessing in disguised, I quite like my present school. Due to the mismanagement of the Ontario government with education funding, and an unfortunate decision on the part of my city's board of education, my school has been slated for closure at the end of the school year. That's it, a done deal, goodbye. So that means I need to find another school to complete my last two years of high school. My first alternative happens to be across the city, but I really wouldn't mind busing every day if it was necessary. Unfortunately, it is slated for closure in June 2007--that happens to be the year I graduate, so I'm not extremely worried, but little do I know that the board might try to close it earlier, to 'save money' or something like that. I can see their reasoning, but I don't have to like it.

Well . . . as Ghanima says in Children of Dune: "One door closes, but another door opens. And behind it: our future."