Back in the mists of time, after ten years of teaching geography, I was told that I was going to teach an English class. It was grade 12 of all levels, but at least it wasn't an advanced level class for my first gig.
At one point, we had a film appreciation unit. Ahem: I am not sure how much critical appreciation we did, except that we all appreciated the change in pace. I can't remember how many films we showed, but I only seem to remember three, at least more or less by name although I may have a few wisps of others pass through my occluded consciousness every now and then.
There was the story of Dinky Hocker who, as I recall was girl who turned to food for comfort, and the film is about self-esteem amidst the social problems that she had to face. There was another film about a Sikh boy, Ravinder, who had to face some prejudice over his headwear and long hair. I don't have a link for that because there are too many current Ravinders that pop up in searches.
There was also The Best Damn Fiddler from Calabogie to Kaladar, and ths is me finally getting to the point. I knew very little about this region in Eastern Ontario at that time. I certainly never thought that I would live here, but now I do live here and have since visited both small hamlets. I also never thought that I would take up the fiddle, but I did for about five years in my early sixties.
Here is the video of the film, which, of course, I showed as a 16mm film in 1982. It was filmed in b&w just over a decade earlier in 1968. It's 48 minutes long, so I am not going to re-watch it now, and neither are you, but I am embedding it for future reference.