Canterbury High School - Excalibur Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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EXCERPTS FROM THE INK WELL The Wanderer The wanderer stands alone, long the edge of the highway he sits forlornly, raising his thumb to the occasional car, wiping his brow in the unbearable heat. He thinks of the parents and friends he left. Going to find America he remembered now, he had said. If this is American, he thought, maybe I ' ll move. He was going to New York, city of dreams, to find his fortune. Halfway across the Utah desert, all he could find was dust and loneliness. The wanderer stands alone. Thinking of the job he used to have, the unemployed man had to cry. It wasn ' t a rich man ' s job, and it was hardly enough to support his family, but it made him feel good like a man. Unemployment paid almost as much, but he felt empty inside, like nothing. He wandered the streets of his town. It had once been a steel town, a big bustling boom town, with jobs for everyone. Now the boom had fizzled, and no one had a job. The wanderer stands alone. He lived in Fort Lauderdale. He was Seventy-eight and now he longed to be young again, to run and play, to swim as he had when he was young. Every time he saw young children, it made him sad, for he knew they would one day be old and in form like himself. The only joy was when he saw his grandchildren, once a year, after his lovely Sara had died, everything seemed old, so old, so old, so old. The wanderer stands alone. Nick Paflas Grade 10 He had changed all of us. Within the few weeks we had known him, he had made the strongest of disbelievers believers and the unproductive productive. His life revolved around education. Being better than the rest wasn ' t enough. He always saw room for improvement. His subjects rarely left the classroom unlike his teachings. He was always ready to be more than just a grade giver. Sometime I feel as if he understood me a no other man alive. He appeared so strong that people felt he didn ' t need them; this was untrue. Home alone, he spent his evenings reading, learning, expanding evolving. Occasionally someone would drop in, usually a student or a neighbor offering some type of advice regarding his new home. He never showed his loneliness, for I believe he thought it would be disgraceful, and this only pushed him further away from his colleagues. His relationships with his students meant much to him. However he needed these relationships with the men he worked with as well. He will live in us all for many years, and the effects he had on some of us will last forever. Within the few weeks we had known him, he had made the strongest of disbeUevers believers and the unproductive productive, and this was the truth about him Peter Hershberger Grade 11

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CANTERBURY WRITER ' S CONFERENCE Guest teacher, Slade Schuster The writer ' s conference took on a different style this year with different types of writers visiting the school. Sandra Harris, a member of Hoosier Storytelling Guild and National Association for Preservation and Perpetua- tion of Storytelling, visited the lower school and conducted workshops for the students. The upper school was visited by David Tanner, a sports journalist and contributing editor for Soccer America. Mr. G. Slade Schuster taught English classes to the high school students. Mr. Schuster, having already published several books is on sabbatical because he is in the process of writing a novel. The writer ' s conference was an exciting learning experience for everyone interested in poetry, storytelling, and sports.

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PARTY OF THE CENTURY LOCATION: SESSIONS HOUSE