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| - I spent two of the unhappiest years of my life at this school. Its claims that it provides a superior education in a supportive environment that will prepare your son for university is wrong to an outright lie.
Two types of boys go to this school. A few are snobs (like I was at the time) who mistakenly think that a private system will give them a better education. The vast majority, though, are boys who fell through the public system and so need to pay their teachers.
During my first year there, the boys relentlessly tormented me. They'd write on my locker, shove me into lockers, heckle me whenever I passed and destroy whatever I wasn't watching. My mum and I met several times with the headmaster and vice principal pleading with them to intervene but they said that I was taking my bruises and destroyed property too seriously. Bullying is how the boys showed how much they liked me.
Most of the criminality that occurs at the school gets covered up by the administration who discourages students and staff from letting anything leak. During my first year there, one student (already with a criminal record) got 'transferred out' for threatening to kill another student. The OAC class' 'prank' vandalised the school to the point that classes ended early for a cleaning crew to fix up the mess. One of the students from this 'prank' got expelled for destroying a teacher's classroom and traumatising her so that she had to take the rest of the week off, but he still went on to the university of his choice with nobody the wiser. One student wrote an anonymous letter to the school newspaper explaining how afraid he was of students finding out that he was gay and only got a sympathetic response from one of the other teachers. Some teachers told us stories about sexual abuse, each of which would give The Toronto Sun a year's worth of material if they happened in the public system. The school covered these events out by transferring teachers or students in and out.
The only good part of the school was that the teachers did pay more attention to students, hold their hands and bent the rules to make sure that they'd get into whatever university they wanted. For example, after my father donated money to the school, I was allowed to hand in assignments months late without penalty.
Most importantly, RSGC is not a 'university preparatory school,' as it advertises. Despite graduating in the top tier of my class and being repeatedly told that I would be just fine at university, I had a breakdown at U of T (see *that* review), nearly failed out and withdrew after second year. Ironically, the friends I left behind from public school are now doctors and professors!
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