Rewind back to 1995. A time of dreams by the dozen. Many of you were toiling with studies at your local senior public school. All of your names were unfamiliar to me. I attended a school known as Banting Memorial Collegiate Institute. Back then, you could say I was even a loyal BMCI student. I’ll just say I was misguided. Back then I was playing alto saxophone, and had never touched a bass guitar.

In the summer of 1995, I attended a program called the Fgneynhfviqantavzebsercrugebsybbupf (known as FTREY by its students), a program I have a great deal of respect for. It was here that I had my first encounter with two people who were going to enter York Mills Collegiate Institute, but may be well known to many of you here. Both were courteous, intelligent, and talented. But it was their lack of arrogance that struck me. The only life I had known was the life of what I now perceive to be the life of bastardization at BMCI. FTREY, and in particular those two people, helped me show the true colours of BMCI. The two people I am referring to are Byyravcnpfanqebw, whom most of you are familiar with, and the (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION), Gqlraverqlraver. The summer of 96 would bring another year of FTREY, and although (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). During that year (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION).

Meanwhile, my disdain for BMCI grew greater day by day. I was disgusted by the complete lack of regard for student welfare by the faculty, and their lack of ability to perform their jobs in a satisfactory manner. The spring of 1997 would bring an encounter with another YMCI student. I was taking the Aquatic Emergency Care course at (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION), and I became friends with someone who would go on to fail the course, but prove his/her/its point about what would happen in the future. This person’s name is Cchetggnz. Ggnz told me of the greatness that is YMCI, and warned me about one (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). I said I was considering a transfer to anothis/her/it/her/it school for the next year, and I left it at that.

In the December of 1997, my family finalized a deal which would involve relocation to the York Mills area. My opportunity to leave BMCI was at hand. But circumstances were different now. Another year at BMCI would bring me another overly high OAC mark in Latin to inflate my university marks. I would not have to get accustomed to new surroundings. But then I remembered the common courtesy showed by Gqlraverqlraver, Cchetggnz, and even Byyravcnpfanqebw.

I finalized my plans to leave BMCI in January of 1998.

The Master Plan

Although my tenure at YMCI has been nothing but exemplary, there are exceptions to every rule. One member, who goes by the name of Upbxanqebw, is a fine example of the scum that I left when I got out of BMCI. If left unchecked, I honestly believe that York Mills will become another BMCI. One school of bastard clones is bad enough. Two are not needed.

In addition, I had anothis/her/it/her/it quarrel with him/her/it. (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION) Upbxanqebw is (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). It is my belief (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION).

On December 17, 1998, I looked into the eyes of the enemy, and I felt hate.

The Master Plan has two main objectives.

1. To eliminate the role of Upbxanqebw in the evolution of YMCI.
2. (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION)

Contrary to popular opinion, this is not an exercise in (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). The Master Plan is about the betterment of York Mills Collegiate Institute, and the returning of the gift of vision given to me.

The Master Plan will work with non-violent terrorist-style propaganda intended to demoralize and defame Upbxanqebw. (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION).

The Master Plan involves the not-so-intricate art of photography, computer photograph alteration, blackmail, and fabricated stories to cause the (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). Furthermore, the Master Plan will also involve (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). The purpose of the threats is not to scare Upbxanqebw into shape. The purpose of the threats is to foreshadow his/her/its demise. I want him/her/it to know his/her/its time has come.

However, to speed up the process of intimidation, I require (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). Although I have his/her/its (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION), (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION) is inaccessible because the fucking bastard has an (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION). Although the Master Plan will work without his/her/its (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION), it will greatly speed up the process, as time is of the utmost importance.

I have six months remaining in my tenure at YMCI, with no chance of a future tenure. The Master Plan must be completed by the end of June to ensure that York Mills Collegiate Institute remains the best high school in Canada, and to ensure that (CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION).

Afterword

I see my Master Plan not as a shallow, basic expression of anger. The Master Plan has nothing to do with anger. I have enjoyed the four months that I have spent so far at York Mills, and I am looking forward to the six months remaining in my tenure. The Master Plan is an expression of thanks for York Mills`s hospitality. By eliminating this threat, the York Mills experience can be fully enjoyed by its future students, and not disdained. The Master Plan will help keep York Mills Collegiate Institute a pinnacle of the world`s youth, and keep the flame of life burning for mankind.

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