My classroom isn't just a classroom. It's a launch pad, a runway, a place where ideas fly on the back of paper planes.

Sure, there are other ways to get students to speak up, but this is mine. All it takes is a bit of

creativity and soon they're all joining in. It gives me a lot of joy to see one of my ideas working in the moment,

and the class learning something new together. That's when you know a lesson is really taken off.

Every lesson shapes a life.

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Hello, I'm currently out of office.

An article I read recently said we're more relaxed and more productive after a good break. So I've

gone to Barbados for a month for science. Yours, Toby.

Take your holiday as seriously as British Airways holidays take your holiday.

Atul protected.

This is part two of a two-part series.

Where we left off, 24-year-old Kerry Smith was ramping up his plans to get cash that would fund his violent uprising, his revolution. He had selected his next bank, a C-IBC branch in a predominantly Jewish

neighborhood north of Toronto. His getaway car had been stolen, and he'd rigged it with a contact

switch that would start the ignition

without a key, a strategy that he hoped would help him make a faster getaway.

He had decided to conceal his military-grade FN semi-automatic rifle in a guitar case, but

the barrel was too long to fit, so he painted the barrel bright pink and poked it out of a hole he drilled in the guitar case. He was ready. The next day, he was going to rob another bank. Thank you. Friday, July 24th, 1964.

It was a day that dawned bright and sunny in Toronto, but there was darkness coming.

In the afternoon, Kerry Smith loaded the stolen Ford

Galaxy with his two firearms. Then he threw in his disguise items and two canvas backpacks that

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