I love community colleges. My mother spent her career as a faculty member at Toronto’s George Brown College where she taught sociology and courses to nursing students on dealing with death and dying, which led to many grim but memorable conversations around the house. But we all recognized that community college paid for our hockey skates and microwave dinners. It also gave me my first job. Before I was old enough to get a job myself, mom nepotistically arranged for a summer position at a George Brown computer camp, helping faculty members and their families learn how to use PCs. I enjoyed it, in particular one faculty daughter. So George Brown College also led to my first date, as I invited her a movie.
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