It was a beautiful morning in September 2007 and I had just left Teacher's College. Naturally, everything was “beautiful” and “wonderful” when I entered the large stone building at 7:15 in the morning. I like to look back on my life; I know my only goal in arriving at school this early was to be able to sit down and start my day on a peaceful note. The hidden goal was to avoid students and other teachers as long as possible. For what ? Earlier this summer, I had accepted a job at Our Lady of Justice High School, in one of the small corners of the big city of London, Ontario. Now I can't figure out exactly what I was doing when I took the job, but looking back I realize that I wasn't quite cut out for the Catholic School Board. The only thing I remember thinking on my first day of school was that Notre Dame de Justice was not a good fit for the Catholic school board either. Aaron Gilfoyle didn't know it yet, but he would be joining the one and only school board. a classroom after his short high school career, where he was not taught by a devout Catholic. This was one of the only problems with my hiring by Our Lady of Justice, as they felt I lacked the spiritual side. Father Gerald, a robust individual, said candidly: “Here at Notre-Dame de Justice, we are proud of our all-Catholic teaching staff and would like to maintain this tradition of dedication. Unfortunately for Father Round, I like to think of myself more as a "to each his own" spiritual leader, but my work depended on the fact that I was raised in a Catholic home and educated in the Catholic system. Catholic. I needed a job, and maybe God saw that the Catholics at that school had to pull their heads... middle of paper... holes that had bothered him, had them all gathered together and formed a gang. Every gang has a corporate ladder and Aaron was at the top – using my four pillars to maintain his position. With all his genius and knowledge, he had forgotten that one cannot wage war with knowledge alone. Someone had brought their own knowledge, in the form of a sidearm. Needless to say, Mr Gilfoyle chose to move with his family – perhaps feeling it was high time they made a fresh start. I'm not sure what happened to Aaron, other than the fact that his injury healed and he was able to return to any school that would accept him after his gang-related leadership experience. Overall, after that first year, I vowed two things to myself. The first: be perfectly clear when giving advice. The second: give my advice only to mentally stable students.