Category: high school

“Entrenched in the war room”: Mr. Rice Wins!

I just got back from what turned out to be a celebratory party at Mr. Rice’s residence (I will never be able to bring myself to call him “George”), in his successful run to become the Edmonton Public School trustee for Ward G.

I had distributed some flyers on his behalf this weekend, and thus was invited to join others who had helped him out on the campaign trail. Mack and I arrived just before 8pm to a packed house full of many staff and administrators from my high school years. After a few hellos, we headed upstairs to what eventually became the “war room” – Mr. Rice’s study with a monitor and a television screen. I don’t think Mack’s finger strayed too far from the mouse all night, in order to constantly refresh the Edmonton Election results, with the supporters in the room eager to call a victory. I must admit it was a pretty neat, albeit nerve wracking, experience to be a part of, and all the more so when I thought of all of the other “little campaigns that could” likely also gathered around screens in homes across the city.

By 9:30, all 37 polls in Ward G had reported, and Mr. Rice was declared the “unofficial” winner, with 36% of the votes (and hey, we reached a voter turnout of 26.8% – great job, Edmonton!).

Congratulations Mr. Rice!

Status update: Priceless photo.


The winner!


Ms. Smarsh gets creative with her t-shirt.


Already on the phone with his constituents…

All smiles! (more pictures here)

The End of an Era: Mr. Rice Retires

I took the afternoon off from work on Thursday for a trip back to my alma mater McNally High School. When Mack and I found out that Mr. Rice, our principal during our school years, was retiring, we decided we needed to do something to express our gratitude for his support throughout our time as students, Students’ Union presidents, and after graduation.

So a few weeks back, I bought one of those large farewell cards with the intent of collecting as many alumni signatures as possible. With Mack’s tireless milking of Facebook as a connectivity tool and flexibility in meeting up with alumni, and my sister Felicia’s current McNally student status, the card was filled to the brim with well wishes from graduates as far back as 1997.

Though I’ve returned on numerous occasions since moving on, it was never as formal as it was in this instance. Megan, at present teaching at McNally, invited Mack and I to their year-end staff meeting. It was a bit surreal walking in upon her introduction, and I could swear that a few of the teachers gasped at the sight of us – probably just an unexpected “blast from the past.” Mack expressed the unquantifiable impact Mr. Rice had on him, we presented him with the card, and I gave him a hug. And yes, Mr. Rice re-told the story that would have a better ending if I were actually teaching at the moment.

The attachment that I have to my high school, the teachers, and the principal may be strange, but I never forget that the fond memories I accumulated during those years were because of the people and the leadership(!) I came into contact with, and the confidence they had in my abilities that in many ways encouraged me to continue my work in the community.

I am happy to report, however, that this isn’t the end of Mr. Rice’s public service – he will be running to be a school trustee next year! Best of luck with the election, and thanks again for all of your guidance and support.


Megan, Anna, Mr. Rice, Mack and I