At the age of thirteen, the age of discovery, I was moved from an all-girl Catholic school to a boys’ school. My father decided I needed to have English, not French, as my primary language, so he transferred me to the best school in the city. It was all boys until I showed up. They wanted to integrate it and I was the guinea pig. What a guinea pig.
I was not the only girl in the school, but I was the only one in my class, all five sections. The four other girls were in the upper classes. It was life-changing culture shock.
In October of 1973, I arrived for my first day of school