As a student taking 2 diploma courses, The amount of time missed from the strike is too much to cram for the exam in January. Almost a month of class time was missed, which for some courses, is the length of a topic or unit, or potentially more. Students will be forced to cram the missed work, and classes will be forced to go faster which could lead to topics being glossed over or skipped. Meaning that students will not have the required class time to study for the diploma. This will place more stress on the students who already have their futures at university/college at stakes.
I'm a 12th grade student who spent the past month studying harder than ever before, but - because of my Autism, ADHD, and OCD - the change in routine greatly impacted in my ability to learn. We have been robbed of a whole month of school (a quarter of our semester); we have been doomed from the start. What is the use of taking diplomas that the province has set us up to fail, simply because it's more convenient for them? Why should anyone be punished for practicing standard democracy?
As a grade 12 student set to graduate in June of 2026, the strike has set my class back significantly. Diplomas will only worsen our final grade for the semester, and it will effect acceptance into post secondary schools. Three weeks is a lot of time to be learning, and getting set up for diplomas will be incredibly stressful for students. It is crucial that we are able to have a good year despite the time missed, and the cancelation of the diplomas is a huge part of that.
I live in the community where the Johnson family resided, and I still vividly remember the horror I felt on hearing about what the Johnsons and Bentleys suffered. This evil man must never ever be granted parole; he has not been and never will be rehabilitated. No community deserves to live in fear of someone who is capable of the kind of vicious and twisted violent crimes he committed.
The Johnson family were my cousins, they and no one on this earth should ever have to endure such a horrific experience and then death. Their fun family camping trip became a tragic nightmare! I used to camp, fish and hike in northern BC with my husband and two children but that came to an abrupt end after that MONSTER attacked my cousins and parents.. This crime has broken the hearts of our family and the scars will NEVER heal! David Shearing should NEVER be given the gift of freedom after taking the lives of 6 innocent people. Our family shouldn’t have to relive the horror over and over again as his parole dates come up for review. PLEASE, PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU ,,,deny him any level of parole, keep him in prison so the world can be safer.
I Love this country. I was born and raised here. I have never seen such trash talking about Canada and the Canadian people as I have from Mr Hoekstra. He has shown us no respect whatsoever and just sounds like Trump. We are tired of all the rhetoric and name calling and we don’t need someone in his position trying to divide us! Send him packing, he’s not doing his job
Angela Caputo has been a disgrace for as long as I have known her. Back in school she was arrogant and conceited, and she bullied people just because she could. I have friends who still remember being targeted by her in elementary school, and the scars from that never went away. She has always been a mean spirited bully who thinks she is better than everyone else.
Her business record is as pathetic as her character. She ran Smack Daddy’s into the ground even though it was already established. Bossy’s was an out of touch sexist embarrassment that collapsed almost immediately. And The Breakfast Pig? Overpriced stale food that she tries to pass off as special when it is nothing but the cheapest and simplest food in existence. Eggs, toast, bacon, and she still cannot get it right.
I know this firsthand because I worked with her. While the kitchen was drowning in orders, she would be out front chatting with customers like she was some kind of celebrity. Meanwhile it was her food sitting in the window getting cold, clogging up the line and delaying meals for every other table in the restaurant. I would be hustling to keep things moving, and instead of owning up to the disaster she caused, she would scold me like it was my fault. That is who Angela is: lazy, careless, and always ready to dump blame on everyone else while she plays queen bee.
Then came COVID. While the world was terrified, families were grieving, and people were sacrificing for the good of the community, she was crying about her business and demanding special treatment. If your restaurant cannot survive six months of shutdown, you are not an entrepreneur, you are a fraud. Real leaders adapt and protect people. Angela showed that she does not care about this city or the people in it, only her own pocketbook.
And now somehow she sits on city council. A councillor who cannot even manage toast and eggs thinks she can represent an entire city. She has no respect, no integrity, and no ability to lead. She is arrogant, selfish, a bully, a bigot, and an embarrassment.
Angela Caputo is not just a failure. She is toxic, dishonest, and unfit for any position of power. She needs to resign, shut her mouth, and be remembered for exactly what she is: a washed up hack who could not run a kitchen, could not run a business, and sure as hell cannot run a city.
My name is Kristina Van Hombeeck, and in 2009 I was expelled from Notre Dame Regional Secondary. This letter is not just about me — it is for every misfit, every chubby kid, every queer, trans, coloured, or simply different student who was crushed beneath the weight of a community that claimed to be Catholic but lived as a mob. A community that only celebrated those who fit its narrow mold: those who excelled at football, those who looked the part, those who mirrored the standards of a predominantly Italian, white culture. Speaking as someone who is half Italian, I can say with certainty: this was not faith. It was fear. Fear of difference. Fear of truth. Fear of anyone who refused to bow.
I was expelled not for violence, not for crime, but as a political move when Mr. Rogér DesLauriers took power after Mike Cooke. Propped up by parent committees and emboldened by a culture of conformity, he “cleaned house” by making examples of the students who didn’t fit. I was one of them. It was never about education — it was about image, control, and intimidation. The message was clear: if you don’t bend, you will be broken.
I will not pretend I was perfect. I skipped classes out of boredom. I altered my uniform because I was mocked daily for being fat and ugly, and I needed some way to reclaim dignity. I carried wounds and sometimes acted out of them. But what was overlooked — what was buried beneath the weight of ridicule and rejection — was my intellect, my creativity, my potential. Notre Dame never nurtured that. It only punished me for daring to exist outside its mold. And the trauma of that exile — the shame, the humiliation, the sheer cruelty — followed me for years.
Mr. DesLauriers was no more than a figurehead of a deeper rot. When I was expelled, my elementary school took me back, but even then, parents in the community who had children at Notre Dame complained that I was a “bad example,” a “menace.” I was sixteen. A child. And yet a whole community of adults chose to demonize me rather than reflect on the ugliness in their own hearts. This was not Catholicism. This was cowardice dressed in vestments.
Sixteen years have passed. I have built a life, a career, a voice. I am a marketing director. I am successful. I am whole. And yet, when I recently heard a faculty member call Mr. DesLauriers “Voldemort — he who must not be named,” it hit me. She told me that kids like me become “the most interesting people.” Interesting. I am not interesting because you broke me. I am interesting because I refused to let you keep me broken. But I am also proof of your failure: proof that you buried brilliance under your biases, that you silenced potential with cruelty, that you confused punishment with righteousness.
Do not point the finger solely at Rogér DesLauriers. Look inward. Look at every time you dimmed a child’s light, every time you mocked someone for their body, their race, their difference, every time you chose popularity over compassion. That is your confession, not the rehearsed words you whisper in a booth on Sunday. Do not hide behind stained glass and Latin hymns. If you wish to call yourselves Catholic, then live with the courage to see your sins for what they are.
If Mr. DesLauriers is Voldemort, then I am Harry Potter. And unlike you, I have never been afraid to call evil by its name.
“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.” – Matthew 7:15
I have never liked the so-called "principal" and never will. He was touchy, touching girls intimately and overly aggressive (know to swear at students especially when alone in his office). He is a ticking time bomb. Each year, he has been ruining the reputation of the school. He does not care about racism or bullying; students are not his first priority. For the school's motto to be 'Know, Love, Serve' the "principal" has completely lost the meaning and purpose the motto was supposed to bring. As a graduate of this school, I urge parents to not send their children to this school.