Mrs. Boisvert ran a tight ship in her
French classes, making us all toe the
line and it was wise not to
cross or provoke her. I didn't do my homework one day and was subjected to total humiliation by her in front of my classmates followed by a week of doing my homework in her pantry. Guess I was lucky because that was where she strapped the boys. Anyhow, to avoid further confrontation, I worked hard at French from then on and thanks to Mrs. Boisvert, it served me well when I later taught Core French and French Immersion.
In 1954-1955, a group of Feller
students met at the bus terminal in Montreal at the end of a long holiday
weekend ( possibly Thanksgiving) to take the bus back to the school. Some
students did take the scheduled bus back to Feller, however a group of
us thought that it was too soon to return, so after determining that there
was a later bus with connections to Grande Ligne, a group of between 15-20
students opted to take advantage of the situation. I remember walking
around the city and think we went to a movie. What I do remember vividly
is that we arrived back at Feller quite late in the evening, after lights
out. The school was dark except for a light at the front door. We tried
to enter by one of the other doors but found all the doors locked except
the main door. We fell silent as we headed towards the main entrance, hoping
to be able to sneak in undetected, however we were
shocked to find both Mr. Boisvert and Mrs. Brouillet guarding the door, armed with paper and pencils. They made us enter single file and as each student passed by, they diligently wrote down our names. Our claim of having missed the bus had little effect. The next day we were all suspended for a week only this time, our parents had to come and get us as well as bring us back the following week.
I think this happened in 54-55.
That year I shared Room 401 with three other girls. This room was most
desirable because it had a balcony for sun bathing. It also had a
ladder with access to the roof.
Some of us decided to plan a nighttime raid over to the boys' side, via the roof. Numerous notes were sent back and forth across the Iron Curtain, alerting the boys to be ready and to watch for us. The raid was planned to take place after lights out one evening and the girls were to sneak into 401 then go up the ladder to the roof. A couple of girls were designated as lookouts to warn us if any teacher appeared. We didn't really have much planned beyond going over to the boys' side. Everyone managed to silently sneak into our room and all went well as we scrambled up the ladder and headed across the roof towards the boys'side. We tried to call the boys quietly but with little response (that I can remember) so someone picked up some stones on the roof and threw them towards an open window, only the window was closed and the glass shattered. I heard a loud scream then everyone raced back towards the ladder. As we reentered the room, someone warned that the teacher was coming. I hopped into bed but some of the girls were trapped so had to dive under the four beds in the room. The teacher came in (can't remember who it was) and shone her flashlight into our faces, asking us where the other girls were. We all feigned sleep however the teacher had already gone up and down the hall checking each room and had written down the names of all the missing girls. Claiming to be sound asleep through the entire incident wasn't believed either, so once again some of us were suspended and shipped home for another week of holidays. My parents were not
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