A Monday in the life of a Man of Avon.

7:30: Get out of bed. Its a fresh week at the Farms. You have ample time to get your classroom dress, breakfast, and supplies together before the 8:15 morning meeting.

8:15: You begin the 2o minute morning meeting, and you hear all the announcements for the day. Sometimes there's a skit or a chant. It's usually just an informational meeting

8:45: Class begins, class is discussion-based, and it makes for an actual fun period. I remember English class with Doc Watt, an excellent teacher at Avon, was a round table discussion of the book we were reading. It felt like we were all equal in the discussion and everyone was able to talk. There was no hand raising, which meant you could speak freely. I miss those classes a lot.

12:00: Lunchtime, the school gathers inside the marvelous refectory for a hot lunch. On Mondays we had advisor lunch, which means you sit with your advisor and advisee group and ate lunch. My advisor, the legendary hockey coach John Gardner, always made our advisee lunch a show. We would talk about school, sports, and really anything going on. If we were lucky, we would hear a story about Old Avon and hear stories about NHL players who went to avon and their antics at school.

12:45: More class, as the class day dwindles, you attend the rest of your classes. Pretty normal stuff, some kids would fool around, others focused and paid attention. My last class of the day was with Señor Schloat, a Spanish teacher. He would tell us stories and also make sure we were always doing okay before getting into the content. Some kids were scared of his class due to hearing it was difficult but at the end of the day he was a great teacher. I ended with an A-.

2:30: Practice time. You would go to your respective field, court, or rink. Suit up and get ready for practice. My Soccer coach, Coach Mac, used to coach my dad when he went to AOF. Mac was old school, usually cracking jokes at players and always making practice interesting. I looked forward to it. Even though he was old school, he still showed a little compassion, not much, but is a staple of Avon Culture.

4:00: After practice you were free. Study hall was at 9:45 and dinner was at 6, other than that you were free to roam Miss Riddle's Campus. Avon was a beautiful campus. It looked like Hogwarts with old dorms and scenic vista views. I often found myself in the dorms shooting the shit with my boys, making fun out of nothing. Endless chel tournaments, dorm football, dorm basketball, and some other extracurriculars that, for the sake of this blog, I will not be getting into.

Overall, Avon shaped me into the man I am today. It instilled brotherhood into my system and helped pave my pathway to success. I will never forget my 4 years there, the endless memories, friends, teachers, coaches, and mentors along the way. Thank you Avon.