Alright. I’ll just be documenting my experience and not expressing my opinion or anything, just so you know. So my whole school was buzzing with excitment the moment I stepped in, and I heard whispers here and there constantly about friends inquiring each other whether they were attending the walkout.
“Hey, you walking out today?”
When it was 1:45 and my teacher was putting on a movie called Wit, we were all itching and dying to get out of class. Finally, 2:00 hit.
Chairs scraped everywhere from the classrooms all around us and our teacher hollered,
“Well look at all that noise!”
We immediately bolted, and my teacher told us to wait while she got out a bowl of lollipops to hand out to us. It was really funny how she was totally giving us a reward for walking out of class at 2:00 p.m. I sped my way down to the vending machines to buy a bottle of water and I realized that most of the students walking out weren’t going to the protest. (That really disappointed me.)
One of my friends even stopped me to ask, “You’re actually going?” Ridiculous. Of course I would be going.
I turned back to look for a friend and one of our vice-principals flipped her shit at me and said, “IF YOU’RE GOING TO WALK OUT, LEAVE RIGHT NOW.” and went on to rant at us. I just silently left and caught the 110 bus to the skytrain station with my friends. A mass of students piled on to the skytrain and I distributed a couple of extra protest signs I had.
Alas, we ran our way down in the pouring rain to the art gallery and stood around on the steps of the building to scream and boo in response to the people on the microphone. We got photos taken of us, and one lady from CKNW radio had us talk into a mic.
The rain kept pouring down and my arm was sore as hell from holding up my borrowed umbrella. Protesting in the pouring rain isn’t easy! After more rapping, screaming, and booing, we finally made our way down to Kristy Clark’s office through the downtown streets. The police cut off the streets for us to walk in and we kept chanting stuff like…
“Students, ACTION” or “Who’s school? OUR SCHOOL” etc.
My voice was hoarse and I ditched my umbrella for the rally down the streets and we walked from the art gallery all the way down to Waterfront! It was really cool.
We stood around at the front of her office for a while screaming and booing and then we started singing weird songs. Then we were dismissed.
It all took about three hours, but I felt a really amazing sense of unity as we were marching down those streets, watching all those waiting cars stop for us and honk for our cause as well. It was quite amazing.