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

Page 26 text:

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

Page 25 text:

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

Page 27 text:

N Nix X W YQ. xv- The Songs Of The Lives A pretty thought of life is this 'Tis I who every cloud do kiss And I who stand o'er all aloft Quite royal is my floor, so soft But only a tree am I and weak My conscience pities that poor low creek And makes me think that richness I know And makes me thank God I'm not so lou My day gives to me so many new faces And where I have been is a thousand places I am the creek and shall move in my living And leave the poor trees behind me a-diziiing I can't understand how the wolf can be gay Like me he is privileged to moxe ln a second But it's he who, to kill, is by tempt so beckoned It's certain that words of fear are there In the next town where my teeth I will bart A song of horror and tidings of me Have passed o'er the country, so all may flee Out of my path, and the birds from the sky For they all have fear that for me they shall die I never encounter a bird on the ground For when the wolf comes, their wings they do sound God, I thank thee, for giving me wings It is only I, who with sweet voice sings And I only, too, who's higher than all And I, the only one who's too fine to crawl I've swooped and swirled, and travelled quite softly The creek thinks HE'S quick, the tree thinks HE'S lofty, The wolf thinks HE's ruler, but never caught me The one who many miles hence will be TA Richards XXX I A tear I will give for these sights on myway, P g l