Worked at shit jobs for a few years after high school and drank beer. Enrolled at U of Waterloo but dropped out in first year because I got involved in the student paper and finally found my passion. Spent the next 25(ish) years as a reporter, editor and publisher in community papers in SW Ontario and suburban papers in Vancouver.
Am now retired.
Foreshadowing my life, I was a 'tweener in high school. I'm class of '76, but after Gr 9 I figured since we only needed 27 of 32 credits (or something like that), I might as well take courses from a year ahead. So after a couple of years I was in more of your classes than my own year's. In my Gr 13 I only needed 2 credits, so lots of time for extracurriculars. Mind by then most of you lot had left so the Lounge got kinda dull.