Danforth Technical School - Tech Tatler Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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with one eye you look at e speedometer, the needle lding steady at just over one ndred and seventy, a full venty miles per hour less than at mechanical bullet which u're crammed into will do flat t when its merciful owner sets loose to clear its thought d stretch its legs. It is just barely downg the y not yet lit up but half loured red. The desert's ildren, terrorized by its savage ld and sandy winds, now start slow their faces. while your vector is getting sed up, you grab a quick shave d something to eat, a little tired om driving since the morning fore. You inquire of the man om behind the counter who's king your bacon and eggs how ch further it is to Los Vegas. hundred and fifteen milesu, is e reply from the person you know ver sees more than five people ch day. You walk over and open one the doors of that black, land- und aircraft that took you from ew York City the morning before to here you are right now. You pump he accelerator a couple of times, urn the key and experience seven undred anxious horses being ummoned together for one purpose, o move the vector. You grasp the leather knob ith a grip that Hitler only wished hat he'd had on the world and move he shifter into first gear. You eel the rear wheels spin freely, orcing you and this one ton car o a speed where they can get heir full grip of the road. with the engine turning almost ine thousand times each minute assing, you shift to second and atch the tachometer drop to four rand. You shift your eye over to he next gauge and see that you're ravelling twenty miles per hour aster than the national speed limit. Another quick shift quickly ollowed by another. Between shifts ou've entered a notch in time where hings are viewed from a different antage point than by those of us tanding still. You were welcomed into this dimension when the broken lines on the highway became one. At well over eight grand you snap the shifter into fifth gear and watch with one eye as the speedometer runs out of scale for the needle to travel over, nothing after two-fifteen. At this speed, the car is at peace with the universe. You are transending worry to find relief and awe because you know that no one, no police force on earth even think about chasing after you, at five-fifteen in the morning, at four times the national speed limit and less than half an hour from Vegas. Math and Nauseum by John Ceko fl25BD The stench of decay predominates. Logarithms and sliderules rot, Obsolete. Lost. by Ira Jurevics Cl05BJ The wind that whispers, Calling me. I long to be free. A simple Release my soul the wind. Free Free me, let me My spirit flies calls to me. I Free me, let me dream. to me, let me fly. It long to go fly. Death. An emptiness that cannot be refilled. loss of a loved One. Above the clouds let me fly. Free me, let me go. Release my soul. Fly. a dream. Simple, pure, a Q0 9 Free me to follow Let my spirit soar. Hake my dream come true. POSQ. Breaking forth in its beauty To begin its life. Memories for me. Lilting, lasting melodies Beautiful music. Endless horizon. Depth, meaning, promises, Sky, forever blue. Death, a deep empty wound. I try to hide but can So, instead I cry. Hander in my mind. Come with me as I search to understand myself. The slimy parentheses close malevolently, Creeping on the inner consciousness, Probing. Searching. Sinking. A quagmire of exponents, Sucking voraciously at my sanity. The primordial polynomial lurks closer, Slavering jaws waiting to deliver the coup de grace. Pouncing. Icy jaws slam shut. Agony. Intelligence and reason stream out, As through a sieve, The remaining husk drops Into the primeval ooze. HDo pages eighty-four to eighty-sixu, The teacher says. I stare blankly at the grinning horror.

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My Life in Canada by Vincent Chow C95Al Zoom, screech, the giant 747 took off from Hong Kong International Airport. My family and I were going to Canada, a foreign land that I visualized five years ago as a country with cruel weather and freezing temperatures. On the plane the four of us had seats near the wing of the plane. We all sat in the same row. I had the window seat and had a fabulous view from it.AS the Plane sailed on in the air, I started to reminisce about the time and events that I had had in Howloom, the part of Hong Kong that is in the mainland. We lived in an apartment in one of the City's highrises. I had my own room and a beautiful room it was! I was just starting the fourth grade when my parents told me that we were going to emigrate to Canada. It came as a shock,but a man has to seek for a better life, and in Canada, anyone could be a Prime Minister! we had fuelling stops in Japan and Vancouver and finally we reached our destination, Toronto, Canada. Gee, that sounded good! At the airport, my uncle waited impatiently for our arrival. This was a great reunion, for eight years my uncle and my Dad were parted by the Pacific, but now they were joyous and jubilant. We arrived at my uncle's home in thirty minutes. During that time, we got to know each other better. His house was much like ours, but was much larger in size. My aunt was there at the door to greet us. She was a woman of middle-age and seemed very kind. The sun was just setting on the horizon and we were all famished. My aunt came from the kitchen to call us all to go into the dining room for dinner. we had Kentucky Fried Chicken and it tasted different from my usual courses of food but I liked it very much. I went to sleep on the soft mattress that very night. The next day I woke up at 3:OO ofclock in the morning. I did not know why I woke up so early but that day my parents told me that they also suffered from this uneasiness. we learned later on that we were suffering from a change of time zone and this affected our usual routine. We had breakfast and then my uncle took us to a local public school. I got into a grade four class and started school that same day. The class was a sight completely strange to me. At first I had great difficulty with the work and in communicating with the others, because I hadn't taken any English course in Hong Kong. I also had a hard time dealing with some of the tough kids in the school. One of the most terrible things that I couldn't get used to was the weather. In Hong Kong the lowest temperature I had experienced was 6 C and in Toronto the temperaturg sometimes goes down to below -20 C, but gradually I gotused to it. Now that I am not having too many problems in this country, I find that Canada is the best place I have ever lived in and I'll continue to live here until the day I die .... Rock Date by Scott Gould CIZTAJ Nhat's On your mind Christine with your Strange ways, of thinking you know I can't stop the rain, I'm not the God of Thunder. I'm always human, I'm a Hooligan, You can't Get away, there is Nowhere to hide Tomorrow and tonight, come with me you've Nothing to lose. Detroit Rock City is where I'm headed to Rock And Roll all night, you see I'm Hooked on Rock 'N' Roll. It's alright, you can Shout it out loud for I'm the King of the Night Time World And I'm just another Mr. Make Believe, a Man of lOOO faces, I've been told Mr. Speed, you're Radioactive, you're wiped out, you've hit Rock bottom. Great Expectations from a lO0,000 years of watchin you escape me now Oh Let me Go Rock 'N' Roll. The Other Side of Tomorrown by Barbara Costain I95F As the darkness came closer, And the brightness would die, A serpent name Saphire, Stared up at the sky. He lived on a lake, The other side of tomorrow, His life full of sadness, The pain and the sorrow. He was born long ago, with an instinct to kill, He lived all alone, with the darkness and chill. His powers were great, But he used them no more, His companions had fled, When he killed once before. The serpent was sad, His heart had to mend, ' He went hundreds of miles, In search of a friend. i I 1, I HI can take it no more, I lack strong in my heart, I could not be forgiven, They had said from the start. As he asked for forgiveness, Staring into the skies, The first tear had emerged, From within his sad eyes. Then came a loud crack, From deep down inside, His heart had been broken, The serpent had died. 4 Vector W-2 by John Smith Cl2TK2l what is speed? what is the feeling or the whole idea of travelling fast? Is it the elemen of danger, the mere thought of moving faster than anyone else? In a car at high speeds, I not average high speeds, but ' very high speeds like about one hundred and eighty or two , hundred miles an hour, the whole dimension known as Hthe outsiden changes. Your whole perception of the outside changes. Inside the car, noises are screeched out from places which at lesser speeds go unnoticed: objects like telephone poles or stalled cars cars which go unnoticed at a saner man's speed, flash by like simple ideas on a lazy Sunday afternoon when you're drifting in your hammock in the yard.

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