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

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While Waiting sixty four Thousand people standing in line 7 or something to grapple. Their lives a game, Alone share the same name. But to each person ahead, They wouldn’t care if he were dead. The challenge brings them on, subconsciously singing a sad song. Flags do flutter way above, □rations show their nylon love. Peoples of a land far away, The queue will come someday. But turn the channel — I’ve seen enough. No reflections in a mirror are so rough. What is going on today? News carry on — here to stay. Sixty-four Thousand people standing in line For something to grapple. Their lives a game, None share the same name.

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First Impressions I made my way to the dining hall for my initial encounter with one of Mr. Bogyay’s concoctions and my first meal as a T.C.S.’er. My jacket and my pants were both spanking new and my hair was prudently brushed: first impressions are important. I was one of the very few New Boys present, as it was a day be- fore our expected arrival. Edging meekly along the Brent House hall, I admired the portraits of recent Bigside Cricket teams, but also noticed that the sixth-form- ers were not treating this meal with as much deference as I was, for they were all dressed in casuals. I inquired of my brother as to what the dress for dinner was, and he replied, “Anything you feel like wearing”. “Way to go, Rick, I mumbled to myself as I returned to my dorm for a change of costume. “Two hours here and already they’re laughing at you. That night I contemplated my inaugural day in a dark and lonely dorm, and the approximately two hundred and twenty one remaining ahead of me; it was a bleak prospect. Now, almost at the end of term number two, I can reflect upon the good times I have had in two-thirds of a year. The first feature of Trinity that impressed me was the amazing degree of fellowship and brotherhood that every member of this community possessed and outwardly showed. Doors were held, greetings were exchanged, and a favour was never turned down. At high school, which I experienced in grade nine, even if the principal was following you through a door, no effort whatsoever was made to hold it for him. Another factor that was of great variance from public school was the person- ality which was displayed. Everyone knew and respected each other and all names were known. At my old high school, the only people I knew were a small portion of people in my own year. On my report card, I was a number rather than a person. The third great change I noticed was the tremendous school spirit at T.C.S. Everyone went to football games and cheered for the Bears — and they played their hearts out for their own teams as well. In Toronto, if you went to a football game you were considered out of the ordinary. Most importantly, however, Trinity encourages you to participate in activities which normally you would not get involved in. Last year, for example, I played football in the fall and the other two seasons were left for vegetation. Here, even if you don’t make a team, there is ample opportunity to have some form of physical exertion. As well, there are numerous interesting clubs and other extra- curricular activities. These were just my first impressions from the point of view of someone coming into a brand new environment. If I enjoy the rest of my years here half as much as I have the first terms, then I am looking forward to them. In short, Trinity, you’re the place I want to be. 20

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Index The Mayor’s Baby Dick Leggat Whistler Experience Michael Guy A Commentary Rod Kirkwood The Future of Farmland . . Alai n Wilson Why I like Canoeing Ted Byers Look Back On the Past Loney Brown Law and Order Phil Pinnington The Younger Generation vs. Richard Needham Chris Grove Rick Byers XI First Impressions While Waiting . Anonymous