Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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Nicole Jackson born March 27 69; at Elmwood: grades 8 to 13 Meetings in the park. D V ' s (the oasis). The guy with the shoe! It ' s the Seine, really. Taxi drivers in Hull! Holidays, Kaspar the friendly ghost (?). What was that Russian guy ' s name? Food. Oregano ' s. Drinks. Granny Smith coffeebreaks, morning, afternoon, night. Dylan, (no direction home) Stalking the wild asparagus. What an attitude? That hole was there when we arrived, really! Little Kriter! Volvo maniac. Who ' s Lonie? Vienna: year 2000. W flies with K V B. See you in Paris CLE and remember: Rage, rage against the dying of the light! Nicole Knowlton born Sept. 27 69; at Elmwood: grades 11 to 13 Well denang me Nicole if we haven ' t made it through the year to graduation ' Secadm ' joined the ' Elmwood Com- munity ' in gr. 11. During her 3 years, Nicole has contributed to many activities including rowing, the ski team, choir and band (Play that funky music, hopalong) and could always be counted on to enthusiastically support school social events. As our head girl, Nikki has continuously impressed us throughout the long year with her hardwork, organization and dedication to Elmwood and Students. She even managed to keep her sense of humour through it all. Who else could roll 150 000 pennies on a Saturday and still be smiling at the end. Knickers has become known for her zinger comments that never cease to amaze us - Jiggle your eyes, your head is stuck and statements in crowded movie theatres Oh ... I like him. Always remember fondly math classes for after all we do have other courses you know. I get to keep our math brain and may you never have to erase another blackboard in your life. Keep in your Elmwood Memory Box - a certain fluorescent Ontario Ski team jacket, bathroom advertising cam- paigns, the Smother ' s Brothers penny rap, Sam, Incredible detention giving skills; Sam, lost brain cells from too many diet creamsodas, sesame snaps and R C ' s, all those graveyard shifts, C.B. boogernuggets. and ' can you give this to your Mother? Thanks for such a memorable time at Elmwood and for your friendship and support. We wish you the best of luck m the future. You ' ll always be the sexiest Hershey kiss I ' ve ever met and when will you ever learn to cook a hamburger? Love C. Ingrid Kujala born Nov. 16 68; at Elmwood: grades 12 to 13 Ingrid made her way to Elmwood in Grade 1 2. As a rower during that year, she will remember gain- ing experience (as well as a few blisters) in Regattas that lasted for hours. She still hates the thought of rowing on the clean waters of the Ottawa River, but it was worth it. She can say that downhill ski- ing Friday night was great although many of us were half asleep on the bus getting back to school even though it wasn ' t ten o ' clock yet. She is thankful that her locker Isn ' t situated in the common room. Do we have to wonder why? She still can ' t figure out how all the girls could ever breathe in there. Hey You in the green! Oh no we have less than five minutes to catch the bus! Along with those who had and knew Mrs. Davis, Ingrid will always have the fondest memories of her. Someday Ingrid will sail to Australia or at least fly there and windsurf down under. Nila! Again you parked crooked! To the Class of ' 88: A journey of a thousand miles begins with the First step! - Best of luck and happiness in the future. Kristen Lawr born Jan. 29 69; at Elmwood: grades 11 to 13 Well ugly, it ' s been quite the 3 years, starting with the memorable grade 1 1 TV glow Gordie. Then on to the big grade 12 and those amazing gym classes trekking on the coldest night of the year it behooves me . . . if I asked you a question, what would you say? Easter weekends and Pink Lake Bert baby Wrestlemania Hudson and initiation people watching - does that lady know her dress is caught up in her nylons? study break! Care for a game of frisbee? Pete Marty ' s part time resident of 2455 Rosewood You have to use matrix (140 proof) Last Dance, and lest we forget . . . washing the moonraker. Then it was on to grade 13 . . . Yahoo! It all started with Hallowe ' en nite and All Saint ' s Day and from that point, we knew it would never end! On to revealing Hull ' s Secrets to is the tax included? It was quite the year but - it wasn ' t over ' til we hit Cuba! Alexi all night laughin you are so beautiful shopping in Cuba (large family, Kristen?) more ' s Voya, Voya Zum, zum, zum, sante! Lady in Red Papaya Meeting friends all over the world . . . Sue Alfredio Super Especiale ChicaBoom Guantanaimera 3 letters in one day. Kris thanks for making the past 3 years a riot, and not to mention bearable Love you always because you are sappier than I am, Eileen You won ' t forget me because I rememb er you. EGB

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Chase Harris born May 14 70; at Elmwood: grades 7 to 13 Chastity Harris, have I ever told you )ust how fat and ugly you are and that you have no friends ' Chase is one of the few representatives of super jockdom in grade 13, During her seven bnef years at Elmwood she has excelled on almost every team in existence: soccer, Softball, basketball, track, tennis and especially volleyball, I can ' t believe that you ' re just missing that anxiously awaited gym. During her final year as a ditzy blonde Senior Prefect, Chasey has shown much spirit and certainly, self control when asked such questions as can we still bring in pennies ' and when are the rugby shirts coming in? Sincere curses for all the IVlcDuck ' s, DQ and donut runs. At least at our exercise routine balanced it all out (oh hoh hoh hoh!) I don ' t know how I ' ll survive science labs without you. Never forget our classic moves - red solution all over your white sweater, test tubes rebounding from the floor, precision techniques and legitimate results. Some serious 1987-1988 moments - Chase can ' t walk, Chase can ' t see . . .; giggle attacks in the Y.T.D. mobile: S,Y.E,P; surprise B.D. parties, gate vessel weekends (you lucky wench); your weekends in general and Ivlonday morning recoveries; counting pennies and broken male hearts; D.C. burping contests; big feet; Pongo buses and ice fights in T.O,; and your Lucretia tendencies. Thanks for a lot of fun both at Elmwood and at Carleton, you ' ve been a great friend even if you do arrange my life a bit too much . . , more, more. Best of luck in everything you do love, Pristine. Cindy Hartman born Dec. 6 69; at Elmwood: grade 13 Goomba, Blurp, Laddy 2, fanatic Pat O ' Reilly. We love you, even in a black mood ' . Grey, white, Neon, yellow! Where ' s a guy ' s brain! OBNOXIOUS!! Scuttle man ' . The Laddy ' s cruising in the Volvo with baseball caps - he Beasties!!! Don ' t drink the water ' . No more foreigners! Underdeveloped Mex- icans. Gary ' s Couriers-delivery? 1 1 :30 pm? No problem! Bit of a temper, Patty? probable destination- paratrooper in the Israeli army! What a night! Not strong, Max? ' . We ' ll see!!! Buddies!! ' Till death do us part. You Hull bunny you (sarcasm). Get it? Part of the family!! Clown!! Blorp! I love you! Her one true love? BEN! (D, M, R, R, R) Could you set your standards a little higher?! She ' s a country girl at heart. Let ' s bring them camping and leave them on an island. Bye boys ' !. All men are little boys at heart. I ' d be pleased to leave, sir, thank you! Wicked driver. Rick A. Van Halen. Hot night fer cruisin ' eh dude? Yuk-Yuks-quiet down Cindy! You ' re embarrassing us! What would you do if I sang out of key? We ' d still love you. love, Laddies 1 and 3 Holly Hilborn born April 8 69; at Elmwood: grade 13 Holly, or Heidi as you ' ve been known by some people, will be remembered by many for having ' Super Cool ' before absolutely everything, for begging to have Barni for just one day (and you really do look alike), that large green car, more commonly known as ' the boat ' , and for helping seemingly losing tug-of-war teams pull their way to victory. You haven ' t been at Elmwood long but I don ' t think you ' ll be forgotten in a hurry. I ' m sure you won ' t forget being up at 5:15 am to go rowing. We ' ll prob- ably see you next in the Winter Olympics skating towards gold, or maybe some other colour. I haven ' t known you long but you ' ve been a good friend and I wish you luck in the future. Oh, and by the way I ' m Scottish not Irish, don ' t forget. Love Sam. Carol Hodgson born Feb. 8 70; at Elmwood: grades 8 to 13 Just a dancing fool. No, no, you don ' t understand. Guess where I ' m going today? If one more per- son mentions university I ' m going to explode. Brain the size of aggy. Breakfast of idiots. Ookpik. What year is it? It ' s 1957, small town America. Watch it, or you ' ll gain access to the Tiffany room, Ack. Icky, Icky, Icky, Icky Rtang. Tattoo you. Little ol ' ladies from Passedena, they ' ll never be the same. Don ' t be on Elgin late at night. Insanity rules. Why bother saying it when you can imply it. Hey Winston Paul Lennon I. Wow it ' s been a long time, thank you Gill Lorimer. I remember when that cheese bun Carol! I still have the MeP tape don ' t I? Am I still immortalized on your wall? I drive a hitchin ' Lincoln Con- tinental (hold up the handle). Too many years in Stratford, baby. If peach fuzz doesn ' t bring the pic- tures we might not go in for a whole day. Let ' s kill the blonde kid. Meet me there in September and February and WEAR THE HAT (and the Grad dress). Don ' t forget Soup and Spaghetti and Dynasty - I ' ll have a front door key made for you. You ' re always welcome. Love Munch. David Thomas I presume. Meet me the cry and die, I ' ll be the one wearing a scarf and banging the floor. 10

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Heidi Lawrie born April 30 71; at Elmwood: grade 13 Timothy O ' Connell, Goomba, Blarp, Laddy 3, Spazmo. Sine ' s got legs. Daddy long legs! Do you drive? Oh yeah! 01 !! Heidi - man. Hair woosh!! How ' d you burn your leg?! How ' s Larry-baby? Marky- baby? Cathy baby? If you ' d just lean over this table I ' ll saw you in half! OK! Too sweet for words! Scholar . . . fer sher! Aren ' t we all? Like, bogus man . . . bonus surfers! Don ' t these bugles taste good? Why are they so good? Shrie! Ayoh Machong Jigi-jigi ' . Wondrous! Too trusting. I ' ll miss my mammy . . . and my daddy and my brudders ' . Heidi-man ' s in trouble?! You ' re kidding! Detention anyone? Fer sher, like O, will take one. Essay??? . . . three months later - I ' m almost finished! How, do I get involved with these people? I got in a fight in Hull last weekend . . . that ' s nice! Open your mouth - real wide. Modelling. Psycho-manager! What am I gonna do?! Group hug. I have money - let ' s spend it. At Danny ' s . . . where else? We love you! Laddy 1 and Laddy 2 Eileen MacPhee born Nov. 1 69; at Elmwood; grades 11 to 13 Well, you made it, three years at the Big E and still kicl ing • barely (mono child). Grade 11 was so long ago , . Oh gross, who did that? . ■ ' Wal ey, Wakey it ' s now grade 12! Did I hear you correctly? Oh. that ' s a banana in my ear. Is that a leaf blower or the fire drill? Classics, including A M P ' s locker climbing techniques D R . Synchro swimming, playing James Bond, I didn ' t hear you, I was sleeping and Altitude doesn ' t help Louise. Evenings: The Last Dance, sleeping on coffee tables, Who moved my house?, HA. A l nack for bringing people back to their childhoods do daggers , Mr, Politics Afternoons: people watching , . does that lady know that she is caught up in her nylons? , c o Treats Summer: What ' s your sign? , working at Oregano ' s with Mr Magoo, Brain Dip , jeeps and motorcycles . watch out the Indy 500! Birthdays: All-Saints Day - what a joke!?! Halloween. Help me officer I ' ve been shot , dropping in on old friends. Thanks Lou. I needed that! and K ' s b-day . . Hey buddy, can you spare $10? Cuba- cold, marble bathroom floors, Pena is my life for longtime! - yeah we know! - Let ' s greet his wife at the airporl ' , sunglass fiasco, Come on, I dare ya, I dare ya! Alfredo Super especial . . Freddie!!! Mazda RX7: going down one way streets, the WRONG WAY! - How many people will fit? - St. F.X. Weekends! Not only the Devil has fun! Dr. J.E. MacPhee Thanks Eilan, I needed ya, but who else would ' ve been there. Love ya, Kris. Thai ' s all there is, there isn ' t anymore. Barrymore Christine McGregor born May 27 69; at Elmwood: grades 11 to 13 Well Pristine, you made it through three years in the hallowed halls of Elmwood. You came to us as ' Mrs. McGregor ' s daughter ' and leave us as a SUPERPSYCHOTIC WOMAN ON THE RAMPAGE. What happened? How about those hieroglyphic F C sections that we didn ' t quite grasp , the little twerps screaming for their pizza (have the bite marks on your arm disappeared yet?) and super-accurate labs. I think the real root of the problem was the summer of ' 87. Without you, Chris, we would have lost so many good times: semi-formal, ship ' s company Dinner Dance, penny counting, waterbomb ducking (at highly inconvenient times, I must add . . .), McDuck ' s runs and treats of the week, DQs, I bought it, he ' s mine , big feet, freckles in the dark, me-ne-me-ne, electric jello, ballerina, etc. You name it, she ' s done it . , . Pristine, you amaze us all with your total all-roundness and perfection: athletic, intelligent, beautifully blonde, and with one heck of a boyfriend. We ' ll miss you. Our only comfort will be in knowing that you will be successful, happy and perfect wherever you go. Party hearty (remember the weekend starts Tuesday and that Wednesday to Fridays are just bad mornings!) We love you! C, N F Michelle McLaughlin born Jan. 14 69; at Elmwood: grades 9 to 10 then 13 Having been at Elmwood for grades 9 10, Michele left for New York, then Denmark, returning to Elmwood for grade 13. She is now known for her addiction to Tuborg, which was actually to be found at On Tap!!! Michele has come a long way since answering the phone in St. Donat. During her athletic career at Elmwood she has contributed to the Basketball, Volleyball and Soccer teams and sprained her ankle how many times? (Oh no, I ' m so embarrassed). Michele loves to eat, especially junk food and lunch with Stefig. Remember our collection ? Riding on a chuckwagon . . . Ted, oh Ted, you are so . . . Talking about which it ' s DIRTY-HOUR! and, of course, three days later . . . Hey, Michele. what are you doing this weekend? Wanna go to Hull and dance on the speakers at Zinc, or stand in the line at the Bistro ... the good old days. Ditto, right? Tying Nila and Dil together with Nile ' s special haircut! If we put OUR heads together . . . Freddie Eddie. ' I don ' t want the bill. Give t he bill to Bill. Weak and Running D.C. It ' s been great knowing you. Love, K. C.