G A Wheable Secondary School - Memoriae Yearbook (London Ontario, Canada)

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YEARBOOK YEARBOOK YEARBOOK YEARBOOK YEARBOOK YEARBOOK JANISKOYANAGI A yearbook takes a great amount of time, work and devotion. But the satisfaction of the end result makes the effort feel worthwhile. CATHY MCLEOD Memoirs are to be remembered and cherished. JENNY POIRIER It ' s onto this our memories cling; The old time friends familiar things . . . (G.A. Guest) EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS

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.SSC. VICE-PRINCIPALS MESSAGE It is a pleasure to once again pen a few words for this year ' s edition of our school year book. In my third year, I continue to enjoy my work here atWheable. A yearbook reminds us that there is far more to school life than goes on in the classroom even though striving for academic excellence is obviously important. Those who became in- volved in the school in such activities as athletics music, dances, and the United Way Campaign are the Warriors who found school interesting, exciting and rewarding. May this yearbook help you remember the fun. I would be remiss if I did not comment on a renewed spirit and vitality during this school year. There are a number of reasons for this. One is the outstanding work of our student council. Congratulations to the yearbook staff on another tremendous effort. Good luck to all our graduates! P.B. Mackey My heartiest congratulations to the staff and students who volunteered many extra hours to prepare this snapshot of Wheable ' s 1984 - 1985 school year. A yearbook is an invaluable reminder of the joys, the laughs, the victories and the friends that we have at this fine school. This yearbook will stir warm memories for many years to come. The teachers involved in this book deserve our thanks for the insights and support they offered to the hardworking, en- thusiastic and creative students. D.H. Fairbairn

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YEARBOOK YEARBOOK YEARBOOK YEARBOOK ASHANA PRASHAD A unique experience by which I came to the realization of my true dexterity. LAURA VREE Are moments too brief to be held by the eye; . . . captured in thought and fragmented by time. The entire sky is a star, the twinklings you see are dreams come true. THE CLOWN Look across a desolate river, Search the contents of your heart. Solitude echoes in your chamber, Abandoned promise torn apart. Withdraw kaleidoscope illusions The sentry guards your mirrored wall. Candied image reflects emotion Embittered by a lonely call. Laughter fades like a tainted rainbow The brilliance of night will blind your eyes. Forgotten clouds will rain down memories. To obliterate your endless cries. Tattered remnants of a yesterday, Lost in the midst of a tarnished view. Subversive floods of stormy waters, Flow endlessly on ... so old, yet new. Whisper away em- broidered webs. From the obstructed attic of your mind. Collapsable feeling never are steady Just scattered pieces you will find. The wake of answers cease to arrive. In a barren desert free from rain. As a hunter with a bow and arrow, I implore you, why you cause such pain. By: Mirta Klaric EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS EDITORS