Quebec’s school service centres will have to ensure bathrooms and changing rooms newly built or renovated are gender specific rather than ge
Quebec's school service centres will have to ensure bathrooms and changing rooms newly built or renovated are gender specific rather than gender neutral, according to a new government directive published Wednesday in the province's Official Gazette.
"I believe that our boys and girls in schools have the right to have a private space," Education Minister Bernard Drainville said Wednesday.
The controversy dates back to last year when a petition was launched against a plan to make gendered bathrooms gender neutral at D'Iberville high school in Rouyn-Noranda, Que.
Drainville said at the time that the school should "correct the course," particularly to avoid discomfort and harassment of young girls.
Premier François Legault tasked Family Minister Suzanne Roy with setting up an advisory committee to study the matter. The committee's recommendations are expected next winter. [...]
Requested by Anon: Hey can I have a really cute imagine with Philippe Myers from Canada's world junior team this year thanks and btw I love your imagine ssoooo much ❤️❤️
*Thank you so so much! Philippe Myers is such a cutie, isn’t he? Anyway here it is and I hope you like it. :)*
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“Hey Myers!” a guy from the other side of the street called out, causing you and your boyfriend, Philippe Myers of the current Team Canada under-twenty roster, to stop and look at him.
The guy gave Philippe the one-nod thing that guys do when they recognize someone, “great world juniors man,” he grinned, “amazing job!”
Philippe grinned, “thanks,” he called back as the guy walked away. He looked down at you and your ice cream covered face, “I think I should have pointed out that I was injured so it wasn’t that great for me,” he chuckled, “and we lost.”
You licked the ice cream off of your mouth, “you lost better this year than they did last year,” you told him pointedly, “and aren’t you glad your name is out there now?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, “I guess,” he smiled, “I mean, they still haven’t mass produced jerseys of me yet but I’ve seen some kids,” he tipped his head to the side, “not bad for someone who went undrafted, huh?”
“At least the Flyers,” you mentioned the team that just signed him to an entry-level contract a few months ago, “woke up and realized what a catch you are,” you grinned, “albeit a year late,” you shrugged, “but tomato, to-mah-to, you know?”
Chuckling, he scooped your ice cream and put everything in his mouth, “I know,” he said, wafer spraying all over you.
“Disgusting giant,” you joked, brushing the crumbs off of your shoulder, “seriously, though,” you told him, “you deserve a spot on any NHL team and I think they realized that when you got picked for Team Canada.”
Philipped stopped walking and gaped, “me!” he said excitedly, “I was picked to represent Canada,” he chuckled, “can you believe it? I can’t stop looking at my jersey the whole time!”
“I think I can, bud,” you sniggered, “I watched all the games,” you smiled, “I also cried like a pig when your team lost.”
“Hmm,” he agreed, “don’t worry, I cried like a pig too.”
You linked your arm with his, “look at us doing couple-y things, like ugly crying over the same loss.”
“We have peaked,” he declared with a laugh before he let out a sigh, “people actually recognize me now,” he smiled, “the amount of followers I gained over the holidays is shocking.”
“Look at you being the celebrity,” you teased, checking his hip, “you deserve this, babe.”
“Really?” he asked, like he can’t believe someone like him should get attention, should be praised.
“Of course,” you nodded, “you’re one of the most hardworking people I know,” you frowned, “you went undrafted, you worked harder, persevered, and look,” you beamed at him, “you just finished representing Canada. Canada!” you said in a loud voice, “the makers of hockey, where hockey players sprout like mushrooms,” you laughed, “you deserve this,” you ended your rant.
“Well, damn,” he grinned, “how did I not know my girlfriend gives the best pep talks?”
Philippe Myers of Moncton, Canada has been dubbed the poster boy of the undrafted by several sports magazines and why not? He was snubbed during his draft year which broke him after he was ranked high for defencemen at the combine.
If you close your eyes and focus, you could still hear him sob at the end of the first draft day, when he decided that he wasn’t coming back the next day because there was no point. You could still feel the strain on your arm when you pulled all six feet, four inches of him to his feet when you found him on the floor of his childhood bedroom, drowning in self pity.
Maybe some people expected him to just camouflage to the background but he rose above everything. He spent more time in the gym, got better at skating, gained weight – which was problematic for him but not for you, seeing that you gained more weight than him over that period, fuck metabolism – and went back to the hockey Canada scene with a bang.
He deserves to be the poster boy of the undrafted.
“If you don’t like my inspirational stuff,” you started, “I can always just say quit hockey and focus on your piano playing,” you shrugged, “you can always play at those wine bars.”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I’d rather not.”
“That’s an option,” you offered, “just saying.”
You stopped walking to look up at him, “either way,” you said, “I’m still going to be here.”
He squinted at you, “what were you saying?” he teased, “you’re so far down, I can’t hear you from up here,” he laughed.
You punched his stomach lightly, “asshole,” you scoffed, “and here I was being all dramatic.”
He sniggered before pulling you in for a hug, “no need,” he said, “if you survived me looking like a whale at my mom’s house,” he said, tucking your face on his chest, “I think you’ll survive me playing piano at wine bars.”
“You wish,” you said, rolling your eyes.
He pulled back, “what? You just said you’re staying with me, whatever happens.”
Frowning, “I did say that, didn’t I?” you looked at him innocently, “Can’t I take it back?” you joked.
He shook his head, “nope,” he laughed, “but I’d like to see you try.”
You hugged his side and pressed your nose just under his – really good smelling – armpit, “nah, I think I’d like to be with you.”
“Good,” he grinned, “because I’m not letting you get away.”
You groaned, “I’m stuck with you, aren’t I?”
He nodded, “through draft years and wine bars, babe.”
“Committed for Trial,” Montreal Gazette. February 8, 1933. Page 2.
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Noranda, Que.. February 7. - Martin Nestoruck was committed to the district jail at Amos, Que., pending trial, when he appeared today for preliminary hearing before Magistrate Nelson Pinder on a charge of participating in Communistic riots here on May 1, 1932. Nestoruck pleaded not guilty.
“Another Man Sentenced in Counterfeiting Case,” The Porcupine Advance (Timmins). April 18, 1940. Page 06.
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Amos, April 17 - Paul Martin was given a two year penitentiary term by Magistrate A. Boily, for his part in the counterfeiting plot which aroused so much interest in the district during the months of February and March. Martin is the last of the ‘gang’ to be sentenced.
