Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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]

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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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TRACKS Tracks, Leading to some barren place, Which no human face Has ever seen, Lie across the banks of snow. Tracks, Made by a wand ' ring animal. Fast hastening from the fatal call Of the owl, Run through the forests of the night. Tracks, Soon to be swept away by wind Or snow, so no man may find The secret Of the tracks. ' Vivien Law, Form IIIb, Gumming House BUNNY RABBIT Bunny jumps in her hole. With a wiggle and a twitch and a hop and a roll. Oh! there she is. Oh! what a wizz. Back into her hole, With a wiggle and a twitch and a hop and a roll. Bunny, Bunny, where is she? Over there behind a tree. Let ' s creep up and say Good-day Hush. Don ' t scare Bunny away. Robin Levine, Lower I, Age 9 PATIENCE, PERSISTENCE, AND DETERMINATION THE world can laugh. It will only increase my persistence. My goal; to be top. To stand above them all. To let nothing stand in my way. I will fight to the finish. There is no question. To be. Yes; it will take practice. It will take time; but I will get there. Then they will not dare to laugh. For I — I am determined. My ways are set. Just wait. They will be sorry. My persistence and determination will pay off, in time. All in time. There will be the encouraging moments; there will be the discouraging moments. They will learn, bvit I too. Gradually I will rise. To the top. Maybe farther. No; I am not conceited. It is merely determina- tion. I preach practice, and I practise what I preach. Belief. Belief in the possible. A dream? No. It is more than a dream. It is an aim. I have thought and I have decided. My life is devoted to my practice. Concentration, Persistence, Deter- mination, Patience. All are required. Impossible? No. I do not believe in the [27]