Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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JO-COREEN WATERS, Coreen , Green , 1966-1968 Ross House So said to myself, ' Self. Ambition: To obtain a Bachelor of Arts at McGill. Probable destiny: To obtain a bachelor. Favourite expression : Rats. Can you imagine: Coreen 5 ' 2 ? Pet aversion : People who call her ' Creen ' . Pet possession: A sister who brings food at recess. Claim to fame: Living in Boucherville. Pastime : Looking for mail. LINDA SUSAN WELLS, 1964-1968 Ross House Education is one of the penalties of civilization. Ambition: To have 10 or 12 kids. Probable destiny: Maybe to get married?! Prototype: One of the Three Musketeers. Pastime: Procrastination. Can you imagine: Linda disorganized? Happiness is: Any afternoon at 3:16. Pet possession: Daisies (preferably white!) Activities: Prefect, House Head, Study Centre tutor. Form Gym Lieutenant, Form Treasurer. Canada ' s second hundred years has begun, and with its beginning a new chapter in our lives has been opened. At last we are graduating, although there were times spent writing detentions and accumulating bad marks when we wondered if we would ever survive. Well, we have survived, even if Sixth Form did turn out to be as hard a year as was predicted. Looking back, we know Trafalgar has been good for us, teaching not only the usual three R ' s, but also adding Respect and Responsibility — in other words, tolerance for others and the ability to work on our own. If we are to help Canada finish her second hundred years success- fully, these are lessons which will make our efforts meaningful. As we graduate, we leave a security we shall never find again. We are on our own now in a world which is none too secure. In the future, the discipline, the lessons, the knowledge Trafalgar gave us will help us find a place in that world. University, a career, marriage, many things await us, but as Trafites we have learned that rewards are gained only through hard work. Success doesn ' t come to you; you must run to catch it. Let us hope that we, the first Trafalgar graduating class of Canada ' s second century, can do our bit of running. [21]

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fupi® rs JUST A MEMORY •• •T OHN, his mother called, you know what Fluffy meant to your sister, now J stop teasing her. Aw mom, protested John, Sue acts so silly about Fluffy. She was just a cat. Sue then interrupted from her room, Mother will you please tell my brother to be quiet? O.K. Sue, replied her mother. John go to your room. John stamped off to his room, dragging his feet as usual. Meanwhile, in her room. Sue once more opened the book which she had been reading, but she could not keep her mind on it. Ever since Fluffy, her cat, had died, two days earlier. Sue could think of nothing but her faithful pet. I guess that I did expect it, Sue thought mourn- fully to herself. The reason that it came as quite a blow was the way John had told her. She remembered it vividly. He and her father had taken Fluffy to the veterinary surgeon that morning. Sue was in the middle of a horror story when a slam of the door told her that they were home. She knew by her father ' s grave expression that something was wrong. Before she could ask what, John blurted it out, It ' s time to start digging . Those were his exact words. Then he had run up to his room to watch a football game on television. Sue had to repeat his words to herself several times before she realized what he meant. Her parents tried to comfort her by saying things like She was very old and It stopped her suffering , but Sue was so sad that she could not be comforted. Now, Fluffy was gone. All the hours they had spent together were memories. Fluffy, too, was a memory, a memory that Sue would keep all her life. Nabiha Atallah, Form IIIa, Gumming House FOREST SCENERY The forest at dawn Is a wonderful sight. As the birds and the animals wake. A soft little fawn Just awaits morning light. For the morning is never too late. The moose in the waters Walk stately and proud. While the dew-drops all merrily tinkle. And a bluebird sings joyfully Perched on a bough. While the sun rises yellow and eager. Nicole Parizeau, Upper I, Age 10 [23]