Trinity College School - Record Yearbook (Port Hope, Ontario Canada)

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year here, isn't it? I-Ie was talking to me. When he said that, my head felt like somebody hit lt wit.h a hammer. My stomach fell and my heart stopped. I guess that's what snapped me right there. I didn't say a word for the rest of the meal. I just wanted to tear that place up, people and all. I hated the stupid placeg all the punk lttle kids coming there to have a good time. How can they have a good time here? Would their own mothers remember them when tey got home? Everything was building up inside: I thought I was going to explode. So what I did do was to drop my water glass all over the floor. It helped at first but then every- body started to laugh at me, which made the whole ordeal worse. After lunch I went to my cabin and started to unpack, while trying to separate myself like I did last year. That John Tenison guy was the only other person in the cabin with me. He was sitting on his bunk reading a book. I was building up inside again. With each article I unpacked everything got stronger and strongerg my head was spinning and my muscles got tighter and tighter, I could hear everyone I ever knew calling my name louder and louder, but I still kept unpacking. I was putting my sheath knife up on the shelf when my mind suddenly ex- ploded. Iwhipped the knife as hard as Icould right at Tenison. It was a perfect throw, and l killed him instantly. l sat there for a moment and stared in relief at the knife blade which stuck out the other side of his neck. From here on is the part ldon't remember so well at all, but l remember distinctly it happened. There was this cliff about IUU yards in the back of our cabin, and so lhauled him up there. Like l said, l was a lot bigger and stronger than everybody else, so he was no problem to carry. I just sat up on the top of that cliff until they came to get me. One ofthe counsellors that found me threw up when he saw Tenison lying there. I didn't think he was that bloody though. They walked me down to the main dock where there was a boat waiting especially for me. They didn't hold me by both arms like you see somebody holding a real criminal or anything, they just let me walk free. That was pretty nice of them. All the kids were crowding around looking at me. I heard one of them say, Hey, I remember that kid from last year. His name is . . .. Right then I busted out laughing. My God, I had to slaughter somebody in order for them to re member me. 'No one would ever forget me now , I said to myself, getting on the boat. But now, I hope they do. I hope to God they do. - S. C. Pearl The Last Tree Forever -X. V I l l, l, l ,..v-' ' On the ground, V From a distance a cutting sound , j Came drifting, E Y sl X 'Divo men were cutting down a tree fThe last one foreverj They. cut it down and carved it into a beam j gm., Aildothen they cut this beam in two. f J' They made a. cross out of this beam and put it in the city square. A great crowd gathered there and watched the man who had said 'I think there is something wrong' be crucified. Page I9 - S. N Lambert

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Remember Me? I don't remember any of it so great any more. and doctors and all kinds of people are asking me what l think of it all now that il is supposedly over with. When I tell them that l don't know, they think I'm evading thequestion or something. Really, I'm not thgughg I just don't remember enough of it to makea Dig speech about it anymore. 'I'hey're also asking me what l'm going lo do when l'm 'back into the regular 'swing' of society'. To tell the truth, I'm not so sure I want to leave this stupid place. It's supposed to be for crazy people, but just about everybody l've met has sure seemed a lo! more logical than the people in society. Take this one friend of mine, Chip Wolf. His parents were always calling up the cops on him because he was supposedly always running away. He told me the truth though. He said that his parents were always telling him to get out of the house and stay there, and when he did, they would call the cops on him. So what he did one night was this: he poured gasoline all over the place and tossed a match on it, so there wouldn't be a house to be kicked out of or hauled back to anymore. lt seemed pretty logical to me. His parents should be in here, not him. Anyway I'll tell you why I'm in here, or as much as Ican remember. Isuppose it started mostly when I was about thirteen or so. I never did lit in much with kids my own age, not that I wanted to though. I was a lot more mature mentally, and physically bigger than everybody else, so I stuck out quite a bit from them.I also think a lot different from most people, which made them think I was altogether pretty much of an oddball. I wasn't about to change my whole way of thinking just to please everybody else. I mean, I think the way I see things, flife and other problemsj is right, but they don't, so it led to a lot of conflict, tights mostly. They just couldn't leave a guy alone who wasn't just like them. I don't mind lighting so much, just as long as it's fair, but they would gang up on you and light as dirty as hell. My parents saw I was tighting and all, so they decided to send me to summer camp where I would learn to get along with other kids. Ale get along with other kids, like it was my fault. So that summer, off I went for three whole weeks of fun and excitement with kiddies my own age - HA! Actually though, it was okay, and do you know why? Iwasn't there. I mean, Iper- sonally was there, but my mind never was. I would always pretend I was somewhere else. Like when I was paddling a canoe or something, I would pretend I was washing the car at home. This was so I wouldn't realize all the phony little jerks that surround me. So thethreeweeks passed quickly and I went back home. That winter, in school, I tried to do the same thing but my grades all went down and I still got in tights, so it didn't help me much. When summer came I went off to that same crazy summer camp, which was the real start to this whole mess. I remember when we were pulling up to the main dock at the camp on the boat waving and screaming Hi to some other guys on the dock - kids that hadn't seen each other since last summer. They all looked so happy waving and all. When we got right along side Iwas one of the first ones off and then I saw this kid, John Tenison, who ,I knew fairly well last year. Hi, John , I 'said , trying to sound casual. He gave me this strange sort of look, and then managed a smile with an Oh, hi . The jerk, he didn't even recognize me. Right then I hated him, talking with all those people that he probably didn't even know. Right then the bell rang for us to go to dinner. As soon as they got us all assigned to tables I sat down and noticed three other kids at our table whom I knew from last year.I was just about to say something to one of them when he turned and said 'This is your first I . I I if fi . y f , 1 ' , tr T I , Q: lllfjzj tl

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Scotland I have to ailinit I was rather disillusioned when I got off the TNT at l'restwick Scotland. Could this old land interest me after all Ihad heard about it? The fifteen minute wait for our luggage a mere sixty feet away didn't impress meat all. The dull weather was as typical of Scot- land as the kilt. So far I was right. Scotland didn't interest me at all. I was surprised to find on the road to Glasgow the roadworkers leaning ontheir shovels when the road they were building was already two years late. lt might have been the lack of heavy equipment to help but I feel that the road- workers were just plain lazy. liven the hotel we stayed at in Glasgow was depressing, for it had no T.V. or radio. Later l found out I wasn't missing very much not having a 'I'.V. anyway. Fortunately I met several people who saved Scotland for me. They agreed that there were things like road building which were not up to par. They even interested me in things from trout fishing to summer jobs. At last I had my chance to see the high- lands. I was ready for anything. The main road we were travelling on was narrower than most suburban streets. I-Iowever,they were slowly affecting me whether I liked it or not. My rather negative attitude changed within minutes on our trip. lt may have been the rugged beauty of the hills or the small streams rushing down the hillsides. I never realized just how captivating landscape can be. The Highlands are not large compared to the Rocky mountains yet they seem formidable enough in such a small country as Scotland. I have always held a yearning to go fishing and there I was in the heart of some of the best Salmon and Trout fishing in the world. To my surprise almost everyone I asked knew about fishing. whether it was some secret place on the west coast or how to tug just like that' t0 sink the hook into the trout's jaw. One man Imet had his fishing equipment insured for four hundred dollars. The challenge of the Esh became almost an obsession that could only be satisfied by trying my wits against a fish. I had a strange feeling every time I cast. I.YoultI this be the one '.' I kept on repeating to myself how lu flick the line just so and all the time waiting for that sudden fury when the fish would strike one ol' my flies. I-lvl-ry moment I could feel nature around mc. the nippy cold and those glorious heather itovered hills looming above me in all directions. Nature seemed magically close as I stood on the grassy bank with the stream chuckling at my feet. This trip made me see whatafool I had been to follow other people's opinions on such a broad scale as a country. An old saying says, 'You can't judge a book by its cover . How true! I left Scotland no longer disillusioned but sure one day I would return. - LF. McGregor 9 'N ew , 1l N Qi 5 if lift iiliuixts ' 11155 ,f f. -- S! - ,f , .elses-Islam it W 7 I i i