Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

I got registered to go into a highschool called, "Jacob Hespeler Secondary school".  I was signed up for some  regular classes at first, like math, science, etc. It went ok, but a bit difficult as it was my first time being in a normal classroom with a lot of students in it. I passed some classes and failed some. The next year, I was put in a school to work program/class at the school. It's s class where the students are in a class for a little while, where they learned all the school stuff like math, etc. Then they go to work, yes a job like a grocery store or somewhere.  But we never got paid money for those but only hours for school because it was a job placement. The school to work program was for the students that can't handle the regular classes in school, find it difficult. The guidance counsellor figured that I can't handle being all day in regular classrooms. So, I was in that classroom half days and the other half I was in regular classes. I really didn't hang out with many people. Although, I talked to some students in the classroom. The teachers were nice to me. I would either walk to school or my mother would drive me in which we would stop and get a coffee first from Tim Hortons. I remember, there was a daycare there at the school. It was just across the hall from my school to work class. There was one kid that I knew because I was kinda friends with his parents. Well, they lived on the same street that I lived on and I helped them out once in a while. Anyways, I would go into the daycare room once in a while and help out, like read a book to the children and help with art, etc but not too long because I still had school. That's kinda like what I do now, but I'll get to that later. I didn't do horse back riding anymore for a while because when I was 16, I joined the air cadets for a little while. At air cadets, it wasn't too bad. They taught us some life skills. I got to go in a glider with some people. We would sit in the glider and an airplane would take us up in the air. Then the attachment part would disconnect and we would glide all the way down to the ground. It was fun. We also did rock climbing, but not climbing up but climbing down. I had fun in air cadets, but it only lasted a few months, maybe 2, 3 or 4 months. That's because, my mother asked me if I would like to go back to horse back riding, because it was on again or would I like to stay in the air cadets. I right away said, "horse back riding". So, I went horse back riding for a while. They had a day camp at Sunrise riding for the disabled, where I did horse back riding. I signed up to be a counsellor in training, in which that taught me responsibility. I had to help with the children with stuff like the games, activities and the sleep over night days. Even though, I had things going on to keep me busy like school and such, when I was at home or got home, it was still hard at times. I would get angry quickly sometimes at something said to me or at me. Somethings little and dumb, such as the t.v or my brother playing his music loud in his bedroom in the basement. I can't remember all the reasons. I would get angry and yell and swear at my brother, mother and sister. I was so frustrated at times. I even at times became physical with my brother. One time, we got into a heated argument and I threw an empty, big garbage can at him, in which hit him on his head. My brother would lock me out of the house, because I was being too angry and aggressive. He called my mother at work or I would call her at work sometimes. Luckily, the day was almost done. He or my mother or my sister or some one in the neighborhood that heard all this anger and commotion going on and would call the police. This happened more than once or twice. They would come over and settle this. One time, the police would drive me to the police station where I would spend the night or atleast half the night there to calm me down. I felt like I had no control of anything and everything was my fault. That really upset me. I had a job for a little while at a movie theater. I was an usher, showing people the direction to the movie they are seeing. That lasted a few months. Then I had a job at a grocery store. I bagged the food for the customers. A few of the cashiers thought that I was doing a good job.  The ones that knew me better. I got let go of that job though because the manager said that I was going too slow but when she learned that I have a brain injury, she wanted me back, but I didn't. I got that job at the movie theaters instead like I mentioned earlier. We got a dog, a Jack Russell terrier. Actually, my sister and I got one for my mother for her birthday. I remember that day clearly. My sister and I were driving over the bridge, well my sister was driving, I was the passenger. We got over the bridge and we saw my mother driving in her car. She rolled down the window and so did we. My mother said to us, "No dogs, I want no dogs".  " okay, okay fine, no dogs", we said.  Well, we still went to look at a dog, which was kinda in the country part on a farm. We saw him and wanted him. The guy there asked us when would we like to take him. "How about today"?, I replied. He let us take him home that same day. So, when we got home, we tried to hide him from mother for a bit, but it didn't work. She saw him. She was disappointed that we disobeyed her but she fell in love with him. We got to keep him, in which one of the deals was that I would walk him. We named him Freddy. I did walk him. I even took him for long walks, which was good for him and for me. It gave me a responsibility, which is what I needed. We even took him to dog training classes. I was so happy that we got a dog. Even though, I was happy we had a dog, there were still problems at home. By problems, I mean me with my anger issues. I missed my father a lot and wished he was still here to help me, to guide me in the right direction. He was my male role-model and I missed him so much. My grandfather, which was my father's father past away 3 years after my father died. I felt like everyone was dying in my family, or at least something happening to them. First, my accident when I was 7 years old, then my father 5 years later, then my grandfather, 3 years after my father. What's going on?  What's happening?  It just wasn't fair. I saw a movie that was on vhs called, "Dead man's curve", which is about the singer's named Jan & Dean, from the 1960s. Jan was in a serious car accident when his singing career was going good. He had to relearn everything over again, like I did. But he wanted to sing again and he did eventually. That inspired me a lot. I kept on renting the movie ovef and over again. I rented it so much that some people from Block buster video had enough, so they made me a copy and gave it to me. One person there that knew Jans wifes friend got me his phone number, which was a California number because that's where he lived. Apparently, my mother and I have been told that Jan married a woman from Cambridge. I called him and told him who I was and that he inspired me and told him why. He sounded happy. He talked to me about himself as well. I talked to him over the weeks and months but not everyday as it cost money for long distance. He even sent me a picture of him and Dean, autographed. I felt happy.