Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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EXPO To most Canadians Expo was a great tribute to their country, for it showed the knowledge and under- standing of other people from different countries. As a Canadian, I think that Expo was one of the greatest things in my life, and I believe I know why. Expo brought people together, although in funny ways, like upsidedown triangles or huge bubble-like pavilions. It stood for one thing in my mind, peace, the most wanted and prized possession by all people in the world. So to me Expo was not just fun. I think it was something we should think about seriously, very seriously, don ' t you? Helen McGill, Upper II, Barclay House WHEN I GROW UP WHEN I grow up 1 would like to be a teacher. I always play school with my sister, but I have only been the teacher once. That time we had an art lesson and a spelling bee. Susan Konopko, Preparatory II, Age 6I4 SLEEP The blissful silence Sweetening the air. As dew falls neatly on the grass, And Jack Frost visits your window-sill, And the imaginary Sandman comes. Raindrops pelt on the windows. Breaking the golden silence. As you slowly droop with tiredness, And descend into heaven ' s dream. You are cast under a heavenly spell. And you dream of things never dreamt before. You dream of things dreamt too. But never is the silence broken there, You live it as a life never told. Candy Jotcham, Form IIIa, Barclay House VENEZUELA Venezuela is located in northern South America. The climate is hot, and it has only two seasons. They speak Spanish, but not the Spanish of Spain, a little different Spanish. There they have almost the same games as we do. The name Venezuela comes from the words Little Venice . In Venezuela there are rich people and poor people. The poor families live in the hills. They have about eight or ten children in each family. They live in houses made out of mud and pieces of iron, but these houses are not very strong. In a rain storm the houses could collapse. The rich people live in strong houses or apartment buildings. In Venezuela there is a lot of waste land. It is good land, but the poor people that live there don ' t have enough money to buy seeds, so they don ' t even have enough food to eat. [25]

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NATURE ' S WONDERS SLOWLY the lazy sun crept up behind the mountain, until its golden-yellow brilliance, which made the dew-drops sparkle like jewels, was shining on all below. The purple majesty of the mountains made the tiny valley, green with sweet, lush grass, appear as though it was being guarded and watched over by a kind and gentle friend, who would shelter its dwellers from all harms. The mist veiled the mountain- tops as though it protected the land from any unpleas- antness that might pierce the stillness. It was on this beautiful, flawless morning that a foal was born. He did not care about the gentle sereneness of the valley around him; all his desires were of his spirited mother, who would willingly sacrifice her life for her precious baby. She had washed and fed her little one early in the dawn. The foal tried again and again to rise on his somewhat long but trim legs and tiny shell-pink hooves. This was the beginning of a new life at the beginning of a new day. Isn ' t the glory and wonder of nature beautiful to behold? Laura Spafford, Upper II, Ross House SLEEP This is a mystic art, It fills the room with mist, this sleep. For birds and animals of the jungle deep. You dream of motionless darkness, or spurring moments. A dramatic scene, or nothing, A profession for owls or larks. A hollow oak room is filled with light. When it is over, awakened to the world, But still around in a spell of drowse. Then reality — No more, mystic art. Hollow rooms, darkness, or spurring moments. Shattered ! No dreams but awakening. Mary-Ann Michalak, Form II, Donald House SQUIRRELS SQUIRRELS go up and down, and in between trees to their houses. When they see someone they run off to hide. Andrea Jackson, Preparatory II, Age 8 r 24]

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These people don ' t to school, but the people that have a little bit of money, the first thing that they think of is to send their children to school. They send them to school where the government pays. The other children go to private schools. In Venezuela the good schools are the Catholic schools, and all the other schools are quite good. Venezuela is a very interesting country, full of beautiful scenery and sandy beaches. It ' s a mixture of modern buildings in Caracas and grass huts in southern Venezuela. It ' s rich in natural resources and culture. Paola Parmeggiani, Form II, Ross House THE SEA I would like to go where the wind doth blow, And waves are tremendously high. Where the boats do rock up and down. And the sun just appears in the sky. Where the sea-shells are on the sandy shore, And the graceful sea-gulls fly. And in the mist I see a sailing sbip Go sailing quickly by. But just as the ship disappears in the mist, I hear a terrible cry. And when I wake up from my wonderful dream, I remember the sea with a sigh. Wendy Verrier, Upper I, Age IQi MY SCHOOLBAG Hello! I am Ero ' s schoolbag. Would you like me to tell you my story? Listen carefully. In the morning I wake up early and walk to the living- room. As soon as Ero wakes up, she dresses and eats her breakfast. She grabs me, says good-bye to her parents and runs outside. At the bus stop she throws me down and runs to talk with her friends Diana, Nicole or Judy. At last the school bus comes. Thank heavens she remembered to take me with her! At school my torture starts. In the garden she slides down, and I have to slide down with her. I fall in the water and get all wet. In the classroom she throws me down, and every ten minutes she takes out or puts something into my cases. At recess everybody steps on me and — oh! it hurts so much! When school is over, she puts her books in me and runs with her friends. Oh, no! It ' s that car again. She gets on, puts me under her feet and steps on me as her clever friend Lois does on hers. We schoolbags have so much trouble! When we go home, like a hvingry wolf she runs to she kitchen. She eats, and takes her books out, but now she doesn ' t throw me under the chairs as she used to. Her mother told her: I do NOT want to see your schoolbag under the chairs again, or else . . . So she puts me on her piano, and I feel like a queen. I suffer the same thing every day, every week, every month, every year, and I will as long as I am in the hands of Ero Saitanis. Good-bye, and thank you for hearing my story with such interest. Ero Saitanis, Upper I, Age 10 [26]