My Creativity and My Education

Creatducation

Its a well documented fact that intelligence is the single stupidest thing ever. And there's no question that the vast majority of my education ground the ever-lovin' originality out of me. So how did I turn out to be the sweet, sophisticated doctor we all know and love?

This is a tale that starts in kindergarten.

Way back in the day I was a very quiet, relinquished lad. Content to be brilliant and under spoken. We had this thing at the school called "Friday Friday" during which we would all assemble in the main hall, sing the national anthem, see a few presentations from teachers and students and hand out or receive any giant checks from the week. This was always MC'd by a student, and always with the exact same script. EXACT SAME as in it was typed up, printed out, and held durring the assembly.

More on that later.

I had this teacher, her name was Ms. Malcomson. She was as tall as she was wide, and she was frankly quite abrasive. But she cared deeply about the kids. One day, presumably after I had done something quite sheepish, she said to me "You only go through life once, so have as much fun as you can" or something like that, I don't remember, I was 4. Anyway, the next week I hosted Friday Friday and, for the first time in school history, I used a different script. I did a spoof of "Good morning Vietnam". It was really cool.

That was the start of my interest in the creative side of life. After that I took cartooning classes, took up guitar, took art courses, took acting courses, and eventually went to Humber. What a long strange journey it's been.