Anyone who attended a Southwestern Ontario Catholic high school in the 'seventies and 'eighties probably was forced to make a COR weekend. Usually held in a venue worthy of a Mentos ad, COR brought folksy priests and nuns together with teenagers to rap about Jesus their personal Savior. But for most of us it was a way to get out of Grade 13 Religion class. As a final coup de grace, a heartfelt letter from your parents capped off a weekend of wholesome and guilt-laden activities. Dad, who penned mine, sent me a three-page letter evaluating my driving skills.
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