Stories"A writing practice can be cathartic, but sharing it is empowering."Ditching classIt was on a cool spring day the first time Eric and I ever ditched class. It was 1979 and I was in grade four, and attending Pouce Coupe Elementary School, and by that point in my short academic career I realised school was not for me.Cross town trafficWe both knew this day would come; it had been obvious, inevitable, written in stone. Fate and chance had nothing to do with it. It was all just a matter of time.