Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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TARA MOONJE: Mooner! Commonly called Tar - tar or Mother Tarasa, Tara has gained a reputation for her Moonje - fesis , seek connections, losing her glasses, keys and bus passes, and getting along well with Hull taxi drivers. At school Tara can be inevitably heard asking: What are we doing this weekend? , Does anyone want to buy a pub ticket? , Can 1 borrow some paper? . What ' s the date today? and So Maria, when are we writing the physics make-up? . How ever many secret admirers and romances Tara has gone through, one love that will always remain steadfast is her passion for chocolate donuts, kraft dinner at 4.00 am, french fries. Cinnamon Trident and pizza in her sleep. We will always remember Tara for passing out on her egg rolls, cracking her bones, sleeping at Jane ' s feet and her many needed ventures to the Camp Fortune bathrooms. Tara ' s enthusiasm and encouragement as Head of Wilson kept the spirit of Elmwood alive and kicking . Tara plans to major in medicine and minor in men at Mac. next year. But if all else fails, she can pursue a career as a kraft dinner chef. We love you, Jane, Maria and Valerie JODIE PULLEN: There was me, that is Lei, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim, Dim being really Dim ... If emotions were silent I would be without works, but the expression of emotions is often silent, yet 1 speak. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment. I want to make it burn as brightly as possible Shaw. There is a fine line between Love Hate; The sane and insanity ... If Steurogin ' believes, he does not think he believes. If he does not believe, he does not think he does not believe. The possessed. And here are trees and I know their guarded surface, water and I feel its taste. These scents of grass and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes - Yet all the knowledge on earth will five me nothing to assure me that this world is mine. Alamus. Your soul is bright. Ciao Love CHANTAL RICHARDSON: Chantal joined the commonroom this year with a bust of energy. She starts off eating her breakfast every morning while discussing different soaps. Chantal has enlightened us on many new ex- pressions: get a real . . ., ickness, Francene is . . ., my three legged gerbil . . ., cry me a river, Jimmy, and I can ' t believe she make us do that in gym today. Her sarcasm and wit about everybody: everything has always entertained and humoured many. Best of luck next year! Teach ' em good! HARRIET RICHARDSON: Ratsky, my little commie friend; Ratura, my little scan- dulous friend; Ratola, my little division of pepsi-cola; Ratskiev, my little solemn friend; Ratortion, my little RYE friend - need I say more? Nitty Gritty - Hey, what are you doing at school today? Future Primitive - it ' s a Sims . . . No one beats the Hawk . . . Agent Orange aren ' t they from California? I saw them in Ham - tubular - wind surfing - It ' s fate I ' m never to go out with a blonde - matching band- aids - nicest upper body - no lower body - when can I have my jeans back? - functions 5a much? - I wanna be a stock boy - Don ' t do that - food girl - ONCE!! 8 years is too long - I love you Ratskiola and all that cal. Horrowshow. Lait. P.S. Fligti - Beamer - Peugotti . . . B.T. much-no! . . . I ' m getting old . . . Fiorucci lives longer.

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CATHY LOUGHEED: Many years have I still to burn, detained Like a candle flame on this body; but I enclose Blue shadow within me, a presence which lives contained In my flame of living, the invisible heart of the role. So through these days, while I burn on the fuel of life. What matter the stuff I lick up in my daily flame; Seeing the core is a shadow inviolate, A darkness that dreams my dreams for me, ever the same - DH Lawrence Katie will surely and hopefully continue to fill lives with a serenity little known by most. May luck and happiness always be your shadows. ANNABELLE MANDY: The inscription on the Head of Nightingale ' s grave reads: In memory of those who died while waiting for the bell to ring . R.I. P. 1976-1986. Corporal Smith has been hearing the bells of Elmwood since grade four - Can you tell me why? She has Doug her niche on the soccer field, at the Commonwealth Conference, in Samara meetings, in social planning, and as a wardrobe consultant, June 14th finder, ad- director, calculus star . . . We can Bragg about Ms. Wolfe as a Cure to all Commotions, and a support in pundering life ' s thierrys. Often seen scooting around town, the common room ' s resident music expert ' s past hangouts include CFUO, the Royal Bank, upstairs at Britton ' s the drill hall, the Ritz, the Rowing Club - and anywhere else she might have lost her keys. Here ' s to surprise parties, boxer- short p.j. ' s, discovering Montreal, unfinished haircuts, Lakefield, Bahamas Mamas ' 86 Cup ' a Soups, Boho waiters, flat tires, concerts, skiing and everything else that has gotten us high on life. Most of all, though, here ' s to the road ahead of us, to the beauty of freedom, and to everlasting friendship. Love you Emmeci. How can anyone know me when I don ' t even know myself. The The What counts is not the best living but the most living. CAMUS NICOLA MAULE: Nicola has been at Elmwood . . . well, let ' s say from the time she wanted to be a Gold Medalist. Now, she leaves the hallowed halls of this school as an ' 86 Prefect. Over the years, Nic ' s avid, blue eyes have kept us on key about gossip, school work, and of course soaps, but mostly, those innocent-looking blue eyes have kept Nicola out of trouble. We know better! Here ' s to: chocolate-mint pudding, all talk no action , Supertan, woopy- boung-boung ; the cult, the guiding light, Niagara Falls, dieting, comment fa va? , oh ya, for sure , Nobody ever tells me anything! , McGill ... no Queens, Goombay, Smashes, but most of all Party all the time . . . and . . . Feeling hot, hot, hot! KIM MONTERO: Kim is destined to become a biologist specializing in the study of clams breathing habits. She goes on a weekly pilgrimage to a strange land in the middle of nowwhere. This time is used very productively as she spends it receiving spiritual guidance from her guru sol she also frequently visits a place where small creatures lurk in the shadows watching her contemplate her walkie . Kim spends her other leisure time reading the Bible and pondering the concepts of the book of Genesis hoping to acquire some form of divine inspiration. Kim is such a dedicated student and enjoys school so much that she has even been known to sleep there. One of her two private chauffeurs is really a KGB agent.

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HEATHER SCOTT: Mable, Ther, Head, Hez arrived at Elmwood four short but amazing years ago. Her easy-going manner, wit, charm, freckled face and loud voice have made a lasting impact on us all - I said BOOM CHICKA BOOM! Being the prefect grade 13 student she has contributed much to Elmwood, specifically the junior school. Get that make-up off Julia! But her greatest devotion of all is to school work, right? Garbage collecting you say? No! Sanitary engineering! Back there with your Bahamian connection - c ' mon baby, let ' s fresh. Ow, itchy nose! But wait, there ' s more: Nineteen eighty-two baby blue Subary. We ' re flying. Sunrise by Rockliffe Lake. Skating. Christening and champagne. What goes with lime fanta? Hot tide. You sleep on the floor! Telephones. Sting. South Carolina and Mr. Gorgeous. Gee, you must be one of the eight. One year — one year - one little year. And so much gone! And yet the even flow of life Moves calmly on. - H.B. Stowe The end is upon us but at least we ' ve laughed, cried and partied till the end! No . . . really . . . really, we love you. Thanks Heath. This is it, That ' s the end of the joke. - Psychedelic Furs ANDREA SHERDIAN: Andrea arrived rather unobtrusively at Elmwood at the beginning of Grade 10. By the end of Grade 1 1 , associations with questionable individuals like PUMPKIN, SLIME, SUEBEE and JAN- NYBUM, led to a veritable ex- plosion of previously undiscovered character. Since then, all have discovered endured her fixation for anything British, notabley for Battenburgh cake, Silk Cut, Smash hits. Bono, Rupert, Bowness, the HMV shops, and, oh yes, a minor expert, she and her trusty VCR have also been relied upon at all times to keep us informed of the world at large. Do you have the car? walkies. Peter Puc, who? Want a medal? The Stage. How many days until we leave? Deep fried zuchinni, banana cream pie and fruit cheese cake. Metres and metres of celluloid. Heaven knows I ' m miserable now. Once in a lifetime. Nervous? Take care, Andy Pandy. ANNA SHERWOOD: Anna Banana and her canary and her hobby horse first enrolled at Elmwood seven years ago. A trauma was set in our midst with Anna constantly misplacing her glasses, frantically searching for liquid paper and wearing the carpet to mere threads with her pacing. On occasion, we have observed a red bomb skiing down Slalom (or was that Allen ' s Alley?) at negative speeds. No one will forget the now famous Windemere vacations - we ' re expecting a best- seller, Anna! Mrs. Peat and the rest of us will remember Anna ' s passion for Bowie, which she first exposed us to at Stratford - was it Changes One, Anna? Best of luck, Anna - we ' re sure you ' ll create the same effect on others as you have on us! I ' ve never done good things I ' ve never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue. - D.B. PEGGY STARUCH: After four years absence, for some unknown reason, Peggy had to come back to her favourite school Elmwood, even though her heart remains in Sir John A.. Peggy, known to some as Pooks, Peggie or Dr. Peg will never forget Dusty (RRR!) and his Captain Kirk flips and Mr. Spoon with a certain silver Prelude during a Friday afternoon history class (love that history notebook! Bulwer Street???) Peggy con- tributed to drama (opera?) and the ski-team as well as many common- room discussions of all her men. Oh, MAN! Next year our ski-bum and faithful Fig Newton fan club member (right names? SPUDS?) hopes to relax with her blueberries and Study Journalism at Carleton, but spend as much time in T.O. town in Romantic Traffic. The world is a stage (. . . going through.) Because time can ' t stand still. And nor can she. She hates to leave such sadness But she yearns just to be free. And a day may yet come When she may really stay And learn to love another. But that is not today. I ' m i