The Country Club is where I returned to school, after a failed stint in there 11 years ago. John Abbott College (JAC) got the nickname "The Country Club" because of the type students that go there: too naive to handle anything highschool, and relishing every freedom that taken away from highschool. When you first get there, you get overworked by too many classes by teachers who think you are only taking one class at a time. Then you discover that no one cares if you skip a class and to the bars down the street. Then it's a few beers later and you realize that you're too drunk to go to your last class. So you go get stoned.
Eleven years later, I can handle a couple of afternoon drinks, and I never did like getting stoned. Also since I managed to complete a few class my first time around at JAC, so I only have to take core Computer Science Courses. The college smells the same as it did years ago, except the smoking room is gone, and kids straight out of high school still think that they are the first to skip a french class and smoke a joint.
Yes, I get to go to school with 17 year olds. I don't spend much more than class time at school, and there's an Irish pub down the street.
Eleven years later, I can handle a couple of afternoon drinks, and I never did like getting stoned. Also since I managed to complete a few class my first time around at JAC, so I only have to take core Computer Science Courses. The college smells the same as it did years ago, except the smoking room is gone, and kids straight out of high school still think that they are the first to skip a french class and smoke a joint.
Yes, I get to go to school with 17 year olds. I don't spend much more than class time at school, and there's an Irish pub down the street.
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