Seycove...

Sure, every cent of money goes to the music or drama department, and never the tec. room. What do you expect when everyone's parents are the richest pot heads in Canada?

At Seycove, we believe in CLASS

We go down to the Cove and eat better sushi on our breaks then most of the world eats ever.

We don't get why Mr. Walter, Mr. Langille, and Mr. Osif don't wear pants.

We know that Mr. Walter's current wife is Mr. Burns ex-wife.

We know that Mr. Earl and Mrs. Thomas hooked up on a Outdoor Ed trip, while they were both married to other people.

We never saw it, but we heard that Mrs. Williams chocked a kid/threw a chair at someone/locked a kid in the closet.

We haven't heard of anything outside the cove. But that's okay, they haven't heard of us either.

We hooked up in/know someone who hooked up in the upstairs room of the old music room.

We had more rain-caused indoor days in gym class then normal outdoor days.

When we say we walked up a mountain to go home, we're not lying.

We're all rich, but we like to pretend we're poor, so as to obtain more street credibilty.

We don't go downtown, where the street actually is.

We've all seen Mr. Yip scratch his balls with.... anything, anything at all.

We all felt awkward when the sex-ed nurse talked about her sex life with Mr. Bell.

We watched Madam Goodman play the spoons. We stole them from her.

We've been drunk in Cates Park.

We know that Under The Volcano might as well be called 420: Part 2.

We know that the Jostine's lady is a front: Mr. Lee is in love with grade 9 girls.

We know Mrs. Barter will win the Christmas Hamper competition every year.

We know what Mrs. Cook is drinking. And we want some.