Bits and parts

Found this bike hanging from a rail. It always fills me with questions as to how and why that bike became this ruin. Did someone forget it there? Did someone left it after parts of it were stolen? No answers.

The plan today was to grade papers while my students were doing their 3-hour exam. I left my book at home because I didn't want the distraction. Too bad I also forget the papers to grade... fail.

On December 6th, 1989, a man walked into the polytechnic university. He separated the women from the men, had the men leave, and shot and kill the women. 13 students, in their early twenties, and another woman died. The man said he hated feminists. He killed himself.

I was 15. It was snowing outside, and I discovered the being a woman was, for some people, a good enough reason to kill. This is the kind of thing you never, ever forget. And it makes all the small steps even more important, like when Quebec elected its first woman prime minister.