Edjumacation Blues
In the hot prairie summer of 1963, I got my first teaching job: teach swimming to twenty adults terrified of water. If I didn’t have a mother who had never […]
In the hot prairie summer of 1963, I got my first teaching job: teach swimming to twenty adults terrified of water. If I didn’t have a mother who had never […]
Canadians jealously guard the idiosyncrasies of Canglish spelling. The way we spell our English is part of history and we’re proud of it. Besides, we hate to be lumped in […]