Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 120 of the 1988 volume:

Welcome to The Twenty-Eighth Edition of The Grammarian 1988 Headmaster ' s Message To the students of H.G.S.: It is a pleasure to be writing for THE GRAMMARIAN. After two months at H.G.S. many obser- vations and comments flood into my mind. However, I must concentrate on only one at a time. Are we really a new school ? What happened to H.G.S. over the summer? What is a school anyway? Unfortunately the OXFORD DICTIONARY defines a school as an institution for educating children. This is such a clinical, shallow statement. It fails to make its primary definition the STUDENTS who are enrolled. To me, H.G.S. is the students, not the building. You will create the flavour, the depth and the colour. Your involvement will generate the character of H.G.S., maintain the traditions of learning mixed with fun, and of sharing in times of joy and sorrow. You may respond by suggesting that I ' m following the old theme of school is what you make it. Correct! Rarely is this message more important than following a renovation project such as we have ex- perienced. During this past summer the gossip corners, the student bulletin boards, and other ele- ments in the character of H.G.S. were knocked out of the school along with walls and ceilings. The contractors built new walls. Are you, the students, making a conscious effort to rebuild the character? Some of you are already very active, but the challenge is here for everyone. Support and ideas must flow from every student. Why wait? Why don ' t you take a turn and lead? Make a contribution to school life today, and discuss a new idea with a few friends tomorrow. Join an activity, discuss with a friend the formation of a new club. Only with an active student body will the character of the school continue to develop. The challenge is yours and the rewards will be plentiful. I applaud the efforts of the Student Council. THE GRAMMARIAN staff and many other groups which have been busy since September. To some of you who are presently on the sidelines, give thought to what your contribution might be. I look forward to leading and sharing with you in this great experience - life at H.G.S. My best wishes to you all. Robin A.L. Hinnell Foreword Because this foreword is due in early, we can ' t say what a wonderful time we had working on THE GRAMMARIAN. We have no doubts, however, that the finished product will be one of high quality. We would like to dedicate this year ' s GRAMMARIAN to the teachers for their often unrecognized labours, both scholastic and extracurricular, on behalf of the students. Although, at this time, most of us are preoccupied with the new building, we still appreciate that it is the teachers who make this school what it is. Toni Fried Jean Grindley Assistant Editors Faculty Back Row: S. Porteous, S. Lewis, M. Cooper, K. DeGrasse, K. Silver, N. Scobbie, P. Smith, R. Marchand, V. Kemp, P. Moxon, R. Aterman, B. Waldman. Front Row: A. Simms, I. Chapman, N. Meinertzhagen, G. Gray, A. Smith, K. Whitehead, J. Evans, J. Henderson, R. Hinnell. Absent: A. Daley, S. Nowlan, A. vonMaltzahn. Secretary A From the Secretary ' s desk ... As I write this the current school year has just begun. It is a year which seems to me to be one of new beginnings. Our ' new ' school was officially opened with proper pomp and circumstance in October; the ' new ' headmaster and his family are happily settled among us; and our ' new ' students have been welcomed to our family. We can now look back with sincere gratitude to those who worked so hard to provide us with our ' new ' facility, and it ' s up to all of us to build on their contribution. We must be sure to protect and care for our school; we must speak y of how privileged we are to be part of H.G.S. Whei short time, or are graduating as a twelve-year ' survive! ill - students, staff, parents. Preserve it and be proud! Marjory Gough Assistant Secretaries Back Row: Toni Fried, Nora Pyesmany, Maggie Arnold, Clea Kindred. Front Row: Lesley Jackson, Laura Waters, Beth Pyesmany. Absent: Beverly Williams. This year, the Assistant Secretaries have had to deal with a lot of changes. We have a new Head- master, a new building and (sometimes even more puzzling) a new phone system! But, as always, with Mrs. Gough ' s help and an eager staff, we do our best. Oh, excuse me, the phone ' s ringing ... Maggie Arnold Graduates VICTOR RICHARD BIGIO I know you ' ve got a lot of questions, but I don ' t have any answers. -Ronald Reagan When Victor came to the school in Prep Two, he added a youthful vitality to our atmosphere because he was younger than the rest of the class. In the years since, his cheerfulness has made him well-liked by both teachers and students. Victor has easily kept up with the demands of the academic program; outside of school he has excelled in tennis. He has made outstanding contributions to many school sports teams. He plans to study business at university, and to pursue a career in ac- counting or brokering. In these endeavours, all our best wishes for good luck go with him. ERIC SHANE BLOCK The secret of success is showing up. -Woody Allen Hi! Just call me Blockhead! hollered a shy (cough) young man standing on a desk in the Prep Four classroom in the fall of 1979. From that time on, H.G.S. would never be the same, for it had received ... THE BLOCKER!! For those of us who know him well, or at all, the words ' Eric Block ' have a connotation all their own. With his jovial grin, and obnoxiously loud but always lovable laughter re- sounding through the halls of H.G.S. , Horky has become as much a part of the school as the building itself. Without him, who would have been here to start the Bob Newhart Fan Club, or to form the official opposition to Frank McKenna? He has also founded the Kazoo, played an active role on the basketball and debating teams, and represented the school at the Youth Commonwealth. In 1986, he became President of our Student Council, giving H.G.S. one of its most ... in- teresting years. Despite his current career as a professional nuisance, Eric hopes to make space for law school after graduation. It ' s almost impossible to envision H.G.S. without ya, dude! Best wishes and lots o ' luck, Big Guy! SHEVA CHRISTINE CARR There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. -HAMLET, Act II, Scene II No one really knows Sheva except for Sheva. We hear that she ' s an actress and has proven her talent by gaining early acceptance into a prestigious American acting school. She is known at H.G.S. for her fiery red hair and devilish ways, which give her the name of ' Satan. ' She is on our debating team, and has founded the Students ' Activity Committee. We also think that she dances every day, and sings a lot. Oh yeah - she writes a lot too, and we know that when she DOES finish her history essays, they are the best. Writing, philosophy, acting - whatever you do, Satan, break a leg! PHILIP DAVID COLLIER Some things are better left unsaid. -Anonymous This was Phil ' s first year in Halifax and at the Grammar School, and he adjusted himself well to both. He contributed his skills to several of the school ' s sports teams. Phil plans to attend a commerce program at a local university, and perhaps to hold a position on the varsity hockey team there. His long-term goal - to own a Porsche! , ALEXANDRA FULLER DAVIS Who said maturity comes with age? -Anonymous Al came to the Grammar-School, in Grade One, stayed just long enough to break Troy ' s arm, went to St. Francis for Grade Two, and returned to H.G.S. in Grade Six. Al has always been an energetic member of our class, especially athletically. She has been an active member of the Senior Girls ' Basketball and Volleyball teams, and, in Upper Six, even played on the Senior Boys ' Soccer team. She also swam for eleven years fpr, the Halifax Trojans. Al is often seen wearing her moccasins and pick-up shades; going out to lunch in Kirk , her car; drinking Diet Coke; eating salads from Sobeys; and picking up guys with crew cuts and black jeans. She has also been known to practise her cow mating calls during math classes. (By the way, who is Big Tuna, anyway?) We know that Al will be success- ful in whatever she chooses to do. Have fun, Al, and good luck - we ' ll all miss ya! Oh Al ... have you seen any chickens recently? CHRISTOPHER TROY DOLOMONT Teach me to see another ' s woe, to hide the fault I see; that mercy I do others show, that mercy show to me. -Alexander Pope Troy is one of only two students completing their twelfth year at the Grammar School. That is quite an accomplishment. Troy is of the silent type and, over the years, he has almost never had the finger pointed at him for any wrongdoing. The last few years have been the most interesting, as we have watched Troy transform into a trendsetter with his amazing wardrobe and fixed hair. He is active in many intramural and school sports teams, and also has great interest in computers and in chess. Always attentive and imaginative, Troy has something valuable to add to every class, and is certainly one of the easiest people to get along with in the school. He will be remembered for his cheerful nature and sense of humour. Troy plans to attend Dalhousie University, with the intention of eventually becoming a dentist or pharmacist. Good luck, Troy! CARMEN ELIZABETH MacINNIS Education is what you have left over after you have forgotten everything you have learned. -Anonymous Carmen came to H.G.S. in Grade Eight as a quiet little pink person. Since then, she has distinguished herself as one of the only ones in the class who even remotely understands math. She has been an active member of the volleyball and basketball teams, where she tends to argue a lot with a certain gym teacher. We ' ve also found her sailing through the garbage in the Arm, or searching the dumpster for her tenth retainer - and it ' s always nice to hear her quiet voice SCREECHING through the halls. Anyway, no matter what you do in the future, Carm, good luck! We love ya! HOLLY ANN McCURDY Life moves pretty fast. If you don ' t stop and look around once in a while ... you might miss it. -Ferris Bueller When Holly came to the class in Grade Eight, we had little idea that she would be- come the REBEL she is now. From the beginning of Grade Ten, with her miniskirts and unbelievably large feet, we could find Holly at the pool attending her Bronze Cross course, babysitting or at her recorder lesson. In Grade Eleven, she was a member of the Killer Chickens Association, which involved cruising for guys down Spring Garden Road. This year, Holly is active on both the Senior Girls ' Volleyball and Basketball teams; she also takes part in a jazz class. As well, her achievements both in art and academics are worthy of note. During the summers, Holly spends most of her time in Chester, teaching sailing, waterskiing, windsurfing, and playing tennis. We ' re going to miss her peeling tans, pick-up lines, jovial laughter and great sense of humour! Good luck in college, Holls-balls - it ' s been a slice! MATTHEW FINNBAR O ' HALLORAN The first thing to do in life is to do with purpose what one proposes to do. -Pablo Casals Since coming to the school in Grade Five, Matthew has been a leader in every aspect of school life. He has been on virtually every sports team - running, soccer, volleyball, basketball, rugby. These efforts were finally recognized when he received the Senior Male Athlete Award in Grade Eleven. As well, Matthew has been on the Student Council for all six of his years in the Upper School, having held the positions of Caass Representative, Secretary, Treasurer, Vice-President and President. Perhaps most importantly, Hedge (as Eric calls him), or Squeek (as Mr. Montgomery called him) has always maintained an outstanding academic average. Matthew will succeed in whatever he does. We wish this good and loyal friend the best of luck. MATTHEW PHILIP OLAND I drink alone. -George Thorogood Matthew has been an active contributor to every class that he has attended since coming to H.G.S., which was longer ago, we ' re sure, than we would care to admit. He is always willing to put in his two cents ' worth on subjects ranging from a despicable rogue like Count Rumford to events of the season at Neptune Theatre. His admirable dedication to weightlifting has helped him become a school leader in sports such as basketball, rugby and soccer. After Matthew ' s graduation, the contributions of the entire Oland family will be greatly missed at the Grammar School. Best wishes for happiness and prosperity, Matt baby. ROBERT PLOWMAN That is what education means - to be able to do what you ' ve never done before ... -George Herbert Palmer and never want to do again. -Robert Plowman Ever since Rob came to our school in Grade Eight, we have been amazed by his achievements in History and English. Rob has enlivened our class with his witty and precise arguments, and has impressed us with his ability to get the job done. He has not only made honours every year, but has also contributed significantly to the school debating team, the Student Council and the Drama Club. Rob will also be remembered for his artistic shorthand note-taking and his seventy-five-page short stories. His success, however, will not be limited to his years at the Halifax Grammar School. He is bound to do well in whatever he chooses to do in the future. At present, he is planning to study law at Dalhousie. Although Rob will not need luck to do well, we would like him to have our best wishes anyway. MUNJU MONIQUE RAVINDRA Hey! Someone help me get this wall on the plane. -Bob Dylan Munju came to the school in Grade Three as a quiet, reserved girl. Things have changed somewhat with time. We have all experienced her chattery, rebellious, intellectual and ' silent scholar ' phases. Plain little Munju left us for half a year ' s sabbatical to explore India and France. She, Monique, returned a slick Parisian chick. Since then, the true colours of our Titan-born friend have blossomed. Des- pite her innumerable music and dance classes, Munju has been at the top of the class academically - though spiritually and mentally she has been floating far above us for years. The 1987 GRAMMARIAN with Munju as co-editor was an experience in itself. Munju has enthusiastically excelled in all subject areas, making it difficult to decide what to do in the future. Her romantic, free spirit will certainly carry her far in whatever she chooses to pursue, be it dance, medicine, travel, or languages. So, Munj, Crystal Cookie, Mongoose, Mon Chi Chi ... good luck, we ' ll miss you; and see you back on Titan! DANIEL LLEWELLYN REES Personally I ' m always willing to be taught, but I ' m not always willing to learn. -Winston Churchill Dan Rees - the legend, the institution. Ever since his arrival in Prep Four Dan has somehow managed to match his academic endeavours with his burning desire to raise hell, while all the time keeping a smile on his face. During his nine years at H.G.S., he has been a frequent honours student, an outstanding athlete and a sizzling comeback artist. Dan ' s love of cycling, sailing, partying, basketball, Mr. Waldman, the Wizard of Id, his hair, Christmas play improvs, Mount Sainte-Anne locals, and biology have made him one of the more colourful individuals in the class. Most importantly, though, Dan has gained the reputation of being a cool guy and a good friend. We wish Dan the best of luck in a business career, knowing that whatever he decides to do he will do well, and that he will have a good time doing it. Bon voyage, Dan. MILES SHERIDAN It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a scientific man to pass through a door. -Sir Arthur Eddington Miles has come a long way since he first arrived in Grade Four and the complexity of multiplication and division made him bring up his lunch on his math books. A missing eighth chromosome, in a freakish mutation, has made Miles ' math mark grow with the intricacy of the curriculum. Although Miles left us in Grade Nine for a sabbatical, he has since returned to impart his superhuman knowledge to the rest of the class. All kidding aside, Miles has given much to our class. Few people are as constantly willing to help others with school work. His achievements, however, don ' t stop with the academics. Miles has been a member of the soccer and rugby teams and has made significant contributions to THE GRAMMARIAN in the fields of business and photography. As well, his scientific talents enabled him to partici- pate in a special seminar last year at Acadia University. Miles plans to study engineering at an Ontario university; we may rest assured that he will do well. Good luck - go forth and multiply. KENNETH MICHAEL STEPHENS I have never let my schooling interfere with my education. -Mark Twain Mike has persevered through eleven gruelling years at Halifax ' s Alcatraz. Through- out this period, he has quietly asserted himself and has developed into one of the more prominent members of the class. Mike has been able to balance his achieve- ments in soccer, basketball and school photography with an honours average. A natural leader, he displays his maturity both on and off the playing field. Mike - your capabilities will never be doubted; you have already proven yourself worthy of any university. Be selective, though, you deserve it. Good luck in law or business, Mike, - and don ' t forget, whenever the going gets tough, think Alpine! KERSTI ALEXANDRA TACREITER Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. -Thomas Edison As one of the two 1988 graduates who have endured twelve years at H.G.S., Kersti has been a valuable, although silent, member of the class. Through all those years, Kersti has magically managed to juggle numerous music and dance lessons with the maintaining of a very impressive academic average. Kersti ' s aptitude for languages has shown itself in her fluency in Polish and in her outstanding achievement in French and German. The former will no doubt be of great value to Kersti in the future, as she hopes to spend much of her time in her homeland, Poland. To most of us, who see Kersti as a quiet and shy individual, it seems a great surprise that she has decided to pursue a career on the stage. However, those of us who know her well realize that Kersti can be a rowdy drinking socialite (ha ha) and has signifi- cant ' rebel ' tendencies. Thus, we bid her to ' break a leg ' in acting and in whatever else she may do in the future. We love ya, babe! MARK ANDREW WATHEN College girls can give you something high school girls can ' t. -Christopher Penn Mark came to our school five years ago, and soon gained a reputation as a popular and personable young man. His knowledge of baseball and his appreciation of fast food are merely the tip of his intellect. An excellent physics student and a dedicated athlete, Mark has been able to maintain a good average despite an active social life. His efforts as sports writer for the school newspaper were enjoyed by the entire student body. This will serve him well, as he plans to study journalism in Montreal. Go for it, dude. When I was in Grade Three at Sir Charles Tupper, my parents discussed going to the Grammar School. Nine years later, if my math serves me correctly, Mike Kiang approached me and asked me to write something about graduating. I agreed. Now, as I watch Carson, I wonder why. I am not Munju, Sheva, Kersti or Rob and thus have nothing profound to say. I ' m not even Matthew, Michael or Dan, who seem to get honours anyway. And I ' m definitely not Miles, our resident math genius. So what am I? Just an ordinary guy graduating from H.G.S. But this means something more than just that. In my nine years at this school, I have definitely learned a lot. I have learned to cope with the academic pressure that we have all faced, and to maintain a certain standard that the school expects. Because I plan to read this article to my grandkids, whether I ' m a famous rabbi or an unknown bum, I will avoid being critical of the teachers. Instead, what I would like to do is to share my thoughts as to why our class survived and prospered. Firstly, our class, despite what teachers may think, is a strong and united one. And this means more than Miles doing our math homework at the last minute, for our friendship extends much further. The pressure within the school has compelled us to become friends and to respect each other. We were drawn together because of our circumstances - the necessity to survive at H.G.S. Most of us have different in- terests. Most of us are going in different directions. Yet we share a bond that only our class can ap- preciate, and I thank its members for their continued support and friendship through the years. Secondly, I would like to thank the teachers. It is very easy for us to make fun of the teachers. (They often do a good job of it themselves - Mr. Gray once said, This co-ordinate is most unknowable, you are mere pigswill. Puff! ) However, to set the record straight, I would like to thank the teachers for their dedication and help. I guess they taught me self-discipline and how to think, and probably along the way I learned something. I just better get rich! Also, although he is no longer with us, Mr. Montgomery must be credited for helping us over the years. Equally importantly, our families must be thanked for shelling out the bucks to send us here. During the year, as we plead with them to send us to Q.E., they do a very diplomatic job of making us stay at the Grammar School. Personally, I would like to show my appreciation of my parents for keeping me sane over the years. When I get nervous, they buy food so I can eat and stay fat. In the summer I go to camp. During the school year, they let me sleep with them when I ' m scared about a test. (When I ' m serious, it sounds fake, but I do love Marv and Lo.) So where does Grade Twelve go from here? The Grammar School has given us the foundation of a solid, thought-provoking education. We have learned how to work and how to cope. Every member of our class has something special to offer the community (Munju wants to destroy it). Whatever we choose to do, we ' ll do it well; and it probably will have something to do with our educational background - the Halifax Grammar School. Unless I become an alcoholic, a drug addict or a Conservative in New Brunswick, I intend to use the stuff that the Grammar School taught me to do well. Special thanks to Mrs. Aterman and David Letterman for those lovely late nights. Love, The Blocker Primary Back Row: Katherine Risley, Elizabeth Dodds, Jeffrey Roy, Marc Beauchamp, Quynn Morehouse, Alexis Green. Middle Row: Tressa LeBlanc, Adam Digby, Michael Smith, Jason Giovannetti, Charles Un- derwood. Front Row: Mrs. Moxon, Linnet Finley, Jeremy Ewing, Ivan Bercholz, Craig Oliver. • v c k v c OR fid ft w Prep One Back Row: Adam Denton, Lauren Abrahams, Thomas Brooks, Jamie Reid, Billy Mastrapas, Andrew Carver-Robinson. Middle Row: James Wolff, Jennifer Wheatley, Alexa Smith, Zoe Nichols, Laura Gray, Eric Demaine. Front Row: Lewis Wolff, Nicholas Woolnough, Dagmar MacManus, Jessica Burnstein, Ashley Seaman, Michael DeGrasse. I wish that ... Lauren - 1 had a kitten. Thomas - Halloween was every day. Jessica - 1 had a puppy. Michael - there were more holidays. Erik - spiders never died. Adam - 1 were Superman. Laura - 1 owned a store. Dagmar - my pumpkin was the size of the world. Billy - 1 had lots of friends to play with. Zoe - 1 were a princess. Jamie - 1 could have more toys. Andrew - 1 was rich. Ashley - 1 could play the piano. Al exa - 1 had a kitten. Jennifer - members of my family were never sick. James - Christmas was every day. Lewis - 1 were a commando. Nicholas - all the bugs in the world would go away. Prep Two Back Row: Danny Roscoe, Zavin Nazaretian, Andrew Muncaster, Victoria Reid, Fiona Liston, Jenny Oliver, Kenzie MacDonald. Middle Row: Mrs. Lewis, Thomas Chamagne, Toby Stoltz, John Beauchamp, Joshua Ewing, Lisa Fentress, Meg Pooley. Front Row: Evan Petley-Jones, Matthew Brannon, Ian Koslow, Michael Edelstein, Gillian Parker, Noah Watson. If I were a teacher I would . . . John - make everybody read and write for seven hours. Matthew - be bad and not let people go to the bathroom or go outside. Thomas - let everyone play with the Colour-Factor set for two hours. Michael - tell everyone to play for four hours. Joshua - let the students build a gigantic building out of Colour-Factor sets. Lisa - be nice and teach about wolves. Ian - have everyone eat sweets - especially Michael. Fiona - have gym at 9:55 and recess at 10:15. Kenzie - say that you could go to the gym. Andrew - smack the students with cement blocks. Zavin - make everyone get a punk hairdo. Jenny - read them GHOSTS AND CROWS AND THINGS WITH O ' S. Gillian - let everybody do whatever they wanted to do. Evan - do hard math. Meg - get the class to read a book everyday. Victoria - let all the girls play with the Colour-Factor. Danny - make them study flags. Toby - make them write. Noah - be very nice and let the class use the Colour-Factor set for twenty-four hours. Prep Three Back Row: Tara Waldman, Ian Cains, Gregg Davis, Deborah Lief, Meredith Murphy, Kalja Helmetag, Liam Brennan, Daniel Franklin. Middle Row: Mark Henderson, Rebecca Rome, Rushmi Malaviarchichi, Daniel Oore, Joseph Rosenberg, Joanne Coxon, Jennifer Chetwynd, Jennifer Gray, Jennifer Digby. Front Row: David Totten, Alicia Miller, Peter Lawrence, Edward McKeever, Billy Smith, Sara Bercholz, Erika Wilson. Absent: Vanessa Hayward, Kevin Moore. What this school really needs is ... Sara - no teachers. Liam - no girls. Ian - a swimming pool. Jenny - no more homework. Joanne - a water fountain that really works. Gregg - a two-hour movie everyday. Jennifer D. - more time to play. Daniel F. - intramurals for Prep Three. Jennifer G. - to be bigger than it is now so that it can have another gym. Kalja - hot lunches and a Prep School lunchroom. Mark - a T. V. for Grade Three. Vanessa - a 700-pound cat to sit on. Peter - a race car track to race on. Deborah - a roller-skating rink. Rushmi - more art periods. Edward - intramurals for Prep Three. Alicia - more play time. Kevin - an underground heated swimming pool. Meredith - less days of school. Daniel O. - a swimming pool. Rebecca - more art time. Joseph - a bigger gym. Billy - ammunition. David - all gym time. Tara - a room for the Prep School only. Erika - a tall and wide slide with a really big and soft pillow at the end. Prep Four Back Row: Georgina Mastrapas, Jennifer DeGrasse, Scott McKenna, Ben Lander, Ryan Blades, Alexander Wilson, Peter Brannon, Ian Smith, Sarah Fentress, Robbie Cameron. Middle Row: Adrian Neumann, Lindsay Davis, Liza Piper, Mathhew Harper, Emma Townsend- Gault, Mrs. Smith, Rachael Glube, Julie Henderson, Billy Nikolaou. Front Row: Mara Green, Monja Myers, Aylin Alemdar, Julie Chamagne, Joanna Trager, Marcy Laing, Christopher Coxon, David Lankester. The best thing about Prep Four is ... Aylin - that we don ' t get much homework. Ryan - recess, lunch, gym and going home. Peter - when math is over! Robbie - art, math and gym. Julie C. - art, French, gym, lunch, recess and the teacher. Chris - that I passed the first three grades! Lindsay - drama, book conferences, and reading time. Jennifer - that the teacher is nice. Sarah - the teacher. Rachael - art, French, music, gym and the Prep Four teacher. Mara - that we do a lot of math and language arts. Matthew - doing science experiments. Julie H. - that we don ' t get a lot of homework. Marcy - drama, and not so much homework. Ben - the creative writing and art. David - gym and art. Georgina - that the teachers are really nice, and that this year the classrooms are big enough for the Christmas trees. Scott - the hyper rainy day lunches. Monja - the teacher, because she ' s nice, and it ' s fun. Adrian - leaving! Billy - gym and math. Liza - that Mrs. Smith gives us just the right amount of homework. Ian - gym, art, lunch and reading. Emma - Mrs. Smith. Joanna - drama. I like drama because we do skits, and it ' s really fun! Alexander - writing this, because if we were not writing this we would be doing math. Prep Five Back Row: Catherine Davis, Mete Erdogan, Martin Laycock, Craig Silverman, Jennifer Franklin, Andrew Barker, John Caleb Threadcraft, Kerry Kindred, Hannah Blades. Middle Row: Catherine McDougall, Martha Lawrence, David Pink, Michael Tucker, William Landymore, Bradley McCallum, Andrew McFarlane, Matthew Brooks. Front Row: Eriskay Liston, David Rapson, Colin MacDonald, Jennifer Aldrich, Molly Grindley, Kate Perry, Irene Zouros, Alana Tervo. This class would be dull without ... Jenny ' s passion for fish Andrew B. ' s false laugh Hannah ' s bossy look Matthew ' s weird grin Catherine D. ' s laughter Mete ' s intellectual head Jennifer ' s height Molly ' s books Kerry ' s good running William ' s art Martha ' s nail polish Martin ' s beliefs Eriskay ' s freckles Colin ' s bony body Bradley ' s army crave Catherine M. ' s dramatic personality Andrew M. ' s skill David P. ' s cleverness Kate ' s humour David R. ' s talent Craig ' s cologne John Caleb ' s brush cut Alana ' s ' Hello ' s ' Michael ' s neat gadgets Irene ' s athletic ability Prep Six Back Row: James Dodds, Jamie Stoltz, Jeff Parker, Nat Pearre, Jessica Linzey, Ata Erdogan, Harold Roscoe, Josh Threadcraft, Mary Kate Arnold. Middle Row: Ms. Porteous, Drum Woodside, Willie Grover, Emma Penick, Natalie Vladi, Tera Hurst, Martha Casey, Lizzie Oore, Christine Hollett. Front Row: Stephen Robertson, Jennifer Hinnell, Paul Murphy, Tony Barresi, Tova Rosenberg, Tina Piper, Jessica Lief, Anne Totten. When I get to the Upper School I ' ll ... Mary-Kate - do the best I can! Tony - do my best. Martha - try to do better and get more organized. James - try to work hard and pass. Ata - strive hard to get good grades. Willie - jump for joy and pass Grade Seven. Jennifer - try to beat Emma in the cross-country run. Christine - work really hard and try to love it. Tera - pass, and party! ! ! Jessica Lief - work hard and try to pass. Jessica Linzey - relax and try to stay organized. Paul - hope I will get to Grade Eight. Lizzie - hope I don ' t get as much homework as in Prep Six. Jeff - be glad I got into Grade Seven. Nat - try to get good grades and do well. Emma - try to make the soccer team. Tina - try to get good grades and pass Grade Seven. Stephen - 1 don ' t know - I ' ll have to wait till I get there. Harold - wait for lunch. Tova - be brave! Andrea - work hard. Jamie - be rich and famous. Anne - work hard, and go out for lunch. Josh - work very, very hard. Natalie - still be trying to recover from Grade Six. Drum - try to pass. Upper One Back Row: Bessy Nikolaou, Brent MacDonald, Andrew Hinnell, Laura Waters, Allyson Franklin, Tricia Joyce, Kerry Alemdar, Graham Aldrich. Middle Row: Matthew Thompson, Doug Penick, Joachim Steffen, James Liston, Kate Grindley, Lesley Jackson, Joy Laing, David Finlayson. Front Row: Stacey Godsoe, Beth Pyesmany, Aaron Dickson, Emily Crow, Dhiren Moodley, Brent McFarlane. Absent: Kirsten Flinn, Sarah Whitehead. We leave to the next class of Upper One ... Graham - cardboard lockers Kerry - the hard-marking teachers Emily - the gum under all the tables Aaron - the wonderful hard, hard work Stacey - nothing David F. - the dirty broken cardboard boxes Kirsten - everything I think is stupid Allyson - Mrs. Scobbie ' s rare smile Kate- the wonderful cardboard boxes Lesley - detentions with Mr. Waldman Tricia - biology tests with Mrs. DeGrasse Joy - history with Mrs. Nowlan James - everything on this list David M. - Mrs. DeGrasse Dhiren - Mrs. Scobbie Bessy - Mr. Waldman and his thrilling classes Doug - the great teachers: Mrs. DeGrasse and Mrs. Nowlan Beth - the brown cardboard boxes we use for cubbies Joachim - my slippers, and detentions Laura - room clean-up Sarah - all the wet slimy garbage on the floor. Upper Two Back Row: Mathias Michalon, Ben Moore, Chris Williams, Imogen Hall, Warren Auld, Kathleen Murphy, Adrian Cameron, Susan Crocker. Middle Row: Jennifer Silverman, Trevor Greenwood, Arun Goomar, Igor Paratte, Patham Malaviarachchi, Heather Rapson, Matthew Burns, Aaron Hurst. Front Row: David Brooks, Lars Mitchell, Sarah Brennan, Judy Halebsky, Michael McDougall, Ben Pearre. Absent: Leif Englund, Tom Sheridan. The class of Upper Two will be remembered for ... Warren ' s lack of English books Sarah ' s hair David ' s interest in martial arts Matthew ' s retainer Adrian ' s love of squash Susan ' s staying at home when it snows Leif ' s super ball games with Tom Arun ' s attempts at running for Treasurer Trevor ' s attention span in English Judy ' s laughing fits Imogen ' s camera Aaron ' s spelling Michael ' s (ooh those) legs Patham ' s ongoing quest for 100% Mathias ' whistle Lars ' friend, the corridor Ben M. ' s good marks Kathleen ' s thumb Igor ' s tastes in books Ben P. ' s Mr. Gray imitations Heather ' s homework help Anne ' s quietness Tom ' s love of aeroplanes Jenny ' s lateness Chris ' Roots wear Upper Three Back Row: Lisa Gaum, Allison Cooper, Nora Pyesmany, Derek Linzey, Sean Kirby, Luke Merrimen, Andy Kim, Lawrence Nwaesel. Middle Row: Shane Nichols, Alison Doyle, Jessica Andrews, Kabir Ravindra, Amy Block, Beth Chernin, Morgan Root, Andrew Sacamano, Paul Simms. Front Row: Paul Baskett, Ariz David, Jane Gould, Zareen Ahmad, Ashton Home, Beverly Williams, Maggie Arnold. Absent: Amy Burns, Clea Kindred, Christopher Simmons. Famous quotes of Upper Three: Zareen - You know, it ' s really interesting ... Jessica - Gimme, gimme Maggie - Ah . . . ah . . . ah-chooo ! ' ' Paul B. - Aww nuts! Amy Block - I hate my brother ' s friends. Amy Burns - You guys are so embarrassing. Beth - I saw the most gorgeous guy. Allison - Right cool, eh? Ariz - I don ' t put gel in my hair - 1 sat next to the win- dow on the bus! Alison - no quote; she doesn ' t breathe quickly Lisa - Hey Danny Mike Asim Mr. President Jane - I ' m so beautiful! Ashton- Andy - Just kidding! Clea - I forgot my glasses. Sean - Hell ' s bells! Derek - I may be skinny but I ' m really strong. Luke - I ' m a stud and don ' t forget it! Shane - Do it and you ' re terminated. Lawrence - Why watch television if you ' re going to die when you ' re sixty-four? Nora - Oh, thanks a lot! Kabir - Skip it, it ' s only French Math Physics Com- puter ... Morgan - Don ' t worry about it. Andrew - May I please be excused from this class? Christopher - Go for it. PaulS. Muh-teef! Beverly - I don ' t know what she ' s talking about. Upper Four 8 A £ {% Back Row: Andrew Jackson, Mark McCallum, George Nikolaou, Asim Wali, Matthew O ' Dor, Malve Petersmann, Michael Cowie. Middle Row: Nora Bednarski, Toni Fried, Chris Stairs, Jean Grindley, Tami Meretsky, Daniel Thompson, Craig Burley, Chris Maxwell. Front Row: Suzanne Godsoe, Sarah Newman, Kelly Murphy, Kelcey Parker, Greg Cummings, Michael Barker, Arthur Davis, Julia Doyle. Absent: Sally Nanton. The class of Upper Four wouldn ' t be the same without ... Nora ' s smile Michael B. ' s height Craig ' s insubordinate nature Michael C. ' s knowledge of science fiction Greg ' s laugh Arthur ' s Globe and Mail Julia ' s clothing Toni ' s books Suzanne ' s yappiness Jean ' s reticence Andrew ' s opinions Chris M. ' s Cottonwood sweatshirt Mark ' s bookbag Tami ' s parties Kelly ' s cheerfulness Sally ' s gymnastic abilities Sarah ' s turtlenecks George ' s black Adidas sneakers Matthew ' s superb chess knowledge (?) Kelcey ' s lateness Malve ' s hair Chris S. ' high marks Daniel ' s sixties music Asim ' s amiability Mr. Gray ' s facetious remarks Upper Five Back Row: Kevin Gibson, Jared Stern, Clare Roscoe, Michael Risley, Jonathan Cook, John Gould, Felix Batcup. Middle Row: Jen Trabert, Kim Babcock, Allison Fairhurst, Grant Wong, Jason Holt, Michael Kiang, Bobby Carter, Andrea McCulloch. Front Row: Hugh Thompson, Steve Oore, Jane Sodero, Martin Holland, Mishko Hansen, David Ross. Absent: Jean-Paul Bewers, Billy Said. We the class of Upper Five, being of sound mind and body, do hereby leave to ... Kim - a permanent address Felix - fashion T.V. Jean-Paul - his sanity, and a book of stupid Latin stories Robert - the Sack of Excellence Jonathan - a razor, and some Tylenol Allison - a boa constrictor Kevin - an alarm clock that works John - du lait Mishko - a new wallet Martin - elevator shoes Jason - a harem Michael K. - a crate of Vitasoy Andrea - a new life Steve - a home perm kit Michael R. - nine hours in the pit Clare - wire cutters David - Hulk Hogan underwear Billy - a lifetime bus pass Jane - thirty-nine cows Jared - the Bobmobile Hugh - Valium Jen - Huis clos Grant - a pre-nuptial agreement, and everything Prep 3 4 THE PATH TO SCHOOL THE ELF FROM NANTUCKET One day when Jenny went to school there was something strange on the way. She didn ' t know what was wrong. The next day she found out what was wrong. A house was missing and there was a path. She followed the path until she came to a door. A key was hanging on a tree. Jenny took the key down. She put it in the keyhole. Jenny opened the door. The path continued. She walked another mile until she came to a fork. She did not know which path to take. Jenny took the path on the left. This time she came to a witch in the middle of the path. The witch said to Jenny, Say the magic word or I ' ll turn you into a frog. Jenny said, Car. That was the right answer. Phew, said Jenny. Jenny was very tired. She had to rest. After she had a rest she walked a little further until she came to a gigantic slide. It was 50 meters high. It was like a very very very very very very very very very very very BIG MAZE! It sure was! It was a water slide! She sure was in for a surprise! Jenny went down the slide. Whee this is fun! said Jenny. At the end of the slide was a rope. The rope was gigantic! It was one mile long! At the end of the rope was another door. This time there was a pole beside the door. It had two keys on it. She didn ' t know which one to pick. All the keyes had numbers on them. The key that had fourteen on it was the right one. The path was getting closer to the end. I ' m going to be very late for school, said Jenny. She walked a little further. She saw the end of the path! It led to school! After school was over and she was home she told her mom and dad what had happened. They didn ' t believe Jenny. The next day when she walked to school the house was back. And when she got to school the next day the path was just disappearing. Jenny had a nice day at school. Jennifer Gray Prep Three There once was an elf from Nantucket. He stuck his head in a bucket. He couldn ' t get out So he started to pout. That weird old elf from Nantucket. Rebecca Rome Prep Three LADYBIRD, LADYBIRD, FLY AWAY HOME My father was flying to Turkey over the Alps on his way from Frankfurt, Germany. When he went to the bathroom, he found a small ladybird on a towel. He asked the stewardess for a paper cup to put the ladybird in. Then she looked through the first-class, smoked-salmon sandwiches to find some lettuce for it to eat. When the plane touched down in Izmir the stewardess promised that she would take the ladybird back to Germany, where it would understand the language, and set it free in her own garden. I hope she did, but that ladybird certainly had a long way to fly home. Emma Townsend-Gault Prep Four Third Prize One day when I woke up I saw my mom. She was as small as a book! I didn ' t like her that size because she couldn ' t make me breakfast, but I made my own and then I walked to school. I didn ' t have a good day at school because I thought about my mom all day. After school I walked home and saw my mom on the bed. She was the size of an eraser! The next morning my mom was not on my bed. She was gone. I looked all over but she was not in the house. I was worried sick. I didn ' t go to school that day. I didn ' t have lunch or dinner. All I had was crackers. I was starving all day. Then I went to bed. I am still looking for her. I am very sad. Matthew Harper Prep Four MARK AND THE FISH WIGGLE DANCE Once there was a boy named Mark who loved fishing. He was six years old. One day in spring Mark went to his cot- tage. He knew that the fish loved worms so he dug for some in his Daddy ' s compost pile. When he got to the cottage his Mom and Dad were talking to Warren, the person who builds the cottage. While he was fishing, Mark FELL INTO THE WATER AND HIT HIS HEAD ON A ROCK! Suddenly Mark got out. He was wet all over. Mark rushed up to his Mummy. She took off his wet clothes. She gave him her jacket. After that Mark went back down to fish with his worms. He fished for a little while. Then he felt a jerk on the line. He pulled up the line and there was a fish! He held it in his hands in front of himself. Mark was so pleased with himself! Suddenly the fish wiggled out of Mark ' s hands and went down his mother ' s jacket! Mark wiggled and wiggled and struggled and that is what we call the FISH WIGGLE DANCE. Mark Henderson Prep Three THE CATERPILLAR Once upon a time there was a sad caterpillar. His name was Arthur. He was sad because he thought that he didn ' t look nice. He looked at all the other bugs like the ladybugs and the beetles. But most of all he liked the butterflies, because they were so colourful and bright. He had always wished that he was a butterfly. One day he felt very sleepy so he fell fast asleep. When he woke up it was dark, because he was in a cocoon. He wiggled himself out. It was sunny outside. He looked in a dew drop. He was a butterfly. He was the most beautiful butterfly because he had all the colours in the rainbow. Kaija Helmetag Prep Three John Cabot was an explorer In the fourteenth century He had a crew of eighteen men Financed by King Henry He reached Cape Breton Island Under full sail We remember him nowadays When we walk the Cabot Trail He thought he had reached Asia And he claimed it for the King He died in 1498 still not knowing he had Claimed the wrong thing! Scott McKenna Prep Four TEACHER SAYS Teacher says, Don ' t tread mud in. Gum goes in the big trash bin. Teacher says, Stop passing notes! Teacher says, Hang up your coats. Teacher says, Don ' t wreck my chairs. Teacher says, Don ' t eat that pear. Oh you ' re getting on my nerves A spanking ' s what you all deserve I will ask the principal If I can leave this very fall. ' Oh please don ' t leave Oh please don ' t go! We hate the substitute so. Liza Piper Prep Four SHOPPING FEVER Shopping in the hardware store Something tells me, Buy some more! When I went to Zellers and priced the vase I wished I ' d asked my boss for that raise Tired and crazed, it gave me quite a fright To look down at my wristwatch and see it was night. I rushed out to the car and drove home very fast I passed the second light and turned the car super fast I really yelled out my miserable plight ' Cause the car had stopped in the middle of the night So I cried and cried ' til my tearmaker was sore I slept there for the night and cried a little bit more I got out of the car with bags under my eyes And kicked the car that I despised No shopping had been done And I did not have much fun. Robbie Cameron Prep Four Second Prize NIBBLES ' DIARY Sun. Ate. Had a fight with Sheba. Tried to escape, failed. Ate some candy. Slept. Mon. Spilled some milk, ate some baby ' s breath, tried to escape out of the house, failed. Slept. Tue. Sheba pounced on me and I pounced on her. Slept, woke up. Ate. Wed. Ate, had a fight. Ate, had a nap. Played with an elastic with Sheba, tried to escape, failed. Fri. Spilled some milk. Ate, had a fight. Ate some more. Cuddled and slept with Adrian. Sat. Tried to escape from Adrian but he brought me back in. Ate, napped and had some cat candy. This has been quite a week! Adrian Neumann Prep Four THE TWO-HEADED DRAGON One day when I was walking on the street I saw a two-headed dragon. He looked funny but he was a nice dragon. When I saw him I wanted him. He looked sad. I brought him home with me. He was a small dragon; he had two heads, sharp claws and red eyes. He always sleeps on the end of my bed. Every morning he eats ketchup and that ' s all he eats! Every time he eats he grows bigger and soon he took up the whole house. We had to put him in the park. I was very sad and lonely. He didn ' t want to leave but he had to. Matthew Harper Prep Four COMPUTERS I hate computers because they are too slow and you have to put in and take out the disk ALL THE TIME. If I could I would put my hands around the computer ' s neck and squeeze and as I squeezed harder I would feel freer and jump across the room because I had killed the computer. I would go to its funeral. On its grave some people would throw roses, but I would throw a grenade and it would be the most enjoyable day of my life. Robbie Cameron Prep Four MUSICSTOP Musicstop is a music shop. There ' s a bar there where you can have a pop. There are drumsticks, Guitar picks, Bagpipe drones, And earphones. Lots of things Like guitar strings, Piano keys, piano pedals, Synthesizers, drums and cymbals. What a noisy shop Is Musicstop! David Lankester Prep Four KMART K Mart is a place of art They have good bubble gum, armour and rum And lots of things that are good for the turn They sell wine and twine and good Alpine When I go back they serve me no tax So I buy lots of Ex-Lax and six-packs I walk on good tiles Thanks to service with a smile In the window there ' s a parrot In the store there ' s a one-ton carrot Most of the food is from the ground All they need now is a big playground That ' s where I got a lunch box And picked up the chicken pox! As I said K Mart is a work of art! Peter Brannon Prep Four THE DARE(S) I dare you to go to Miss Roberts and say I hate you, big selfish brat I dare you to go to Miss Roberts ' back porch And practically kill her cat I dare you to go to Miss Roberts ' front porch With my jackknife and cut up her mat I dare you to - Oh no look ! She ' s coming out of her house Hurry back inside, be as quiet as a mouse Oh, let ' s stop these dares Come on let ' s go upstairs We can get on my bed And we ' ll read instead Julie Chamagne Prep Four First Prize Prep 5 6 THE BOY AND THE ANTS A long time ago, when man was still very primitive, separate tribes had tests of manhood. In one of these tribes there was a boy named Guala. He was fourteen years old and would be going through his test of manhood. In Guala ' s tribe, when boys turned into men, they would walk with their chief through the forest until they came to the sacred tree. This spe cial tree had sap that no ant could resist. The boy would have to eat every ant on the tree before he became an adult. They had to do this because the holy men said the ants ' shells have a special fluid that made young men mature faster. The women didn ' t do this because they grew up at the normal rate. Today Guala walked to the tree. As he trudged through the fallen leaves he noticed a strange silence around him. No matter, he thought. Today was his special day. He entered the clearing where the tree was. The chief ' s mouth hung open in amazement. There were no ants on the tree! The chief chuckled, then laughed, then roared! The ants have gone because you are unworthy of them. he said solemnly. Then he burst into laughter. ' You will be the first fourteen-year-old that is still a child! Guala couldn ' t stand it. He ran back to his hut, trying to find shelter in his family. But soon word spread until even his brothers and sister snickered when he passed. Guala ran away and made a hut deep in the woods, where he wouldn ' t be ridiculed by his friends. Soon he ran out of food and had to go hunting. It was on one of these short trips that Guala heard the sound. It was as if the gods had made an elephant grow to twice its normal size and it was charging through the forest. He soon saw that it was a giant anteater. It came charging through the forest, its legs knocking trees down as if they were toothpicks. Guala grabbed his bow and a handful of poison arrows and ran after it. It was as big as an elephant, but it didn ' t have very thick skin. Soon arrows were sticking out of it on all sides, and at last it fell down on top of Guala ' s hut. Guala cut it open, and saw what he had suspected. Inside it were thousands of tiny ant shells - the same ants that were supposed to be in Guala ' s belly, not in some overstuffed furball! So he took the carcass back to the village and, in front of the chief, ate every ant shell that was in the anteater. The village cheered him on, and after the last shell and a slight belch, the chief told him the anteater had been stomping on the village ' s livestock. Guala was awarded with the highest honour possible. He walked to his family and proudly displayed the black leather belt he had received. From then on he was treated like a king, and given the second best spoils from their raids on warring tribes. Whenever a monster was plaguing the village, he was asked to give advice. And even when he was an old warrior, he always remembered his test of manhood and when he fought his first battle. Jamie Stoltz Prep Six Third Prize THE WORST IMPROVISING There was one day in Grade Ten that I remember quite vividly. It was the night of the Christmas play and I was so nervous that my knees wobbled every time I stood up. Even though I only had one line I was sure I was the most nervous person there. Since it had always been my dream to become a famous actress, I knew I had to do well. Anyway, I stood backstage, wobbly knees and all, waiting for my cue to go on stage. My line was going around like a merry-go-round in my head. I knew my line like the back of my hand. Then again, I don ' t really know the back of my hand so well. Finally it was my turn to go on stage. My stomach did somersaults. My legs were numb and I felt like a zombie. Somebody pushed me onto the stage and before I knew it I was standing in the middle of the stage where everybody could see me. I could feel everyone staring at me. My mind went blank. I casually sauntered over to the lockers and opened one. I tried desperately to think of what to do next. I couldn ' t remember my line that I had practised night and day. Uh ... I like your new hairdo, I told the girl standing beside me. I knew it was a really dumb thing to say but I couldn ' t think of anything else to say. I quickly walked off the stage. My drama teacher came up to me and looked straight in my eyes. That, she said, was the worst improvising anyone has ever done before. She turned around and walked away. I sat slumped in my chair and waited till it was time to go bow. When it was my turn to go up on stage I walked on quickly. As I bowed I expected to get boos and hisses. Instead I got the most thunderous applause. Up until this very day I ' ve never known why. Jessica Linzey Prep Six BIRDS The sky is filled with birds Soaring over the trees They spread out their wings Showing exquisite colours Folded away when they land Jennifer Franklin Prep Five Tomorrow, Never coming, Staying away, frightened Coming close, but far away. Tomorrow. Mete Erdogan Prep Five Tide Bubbling forward Rolling up the shore Tugging at my toes Tide Kerry Kindred Prep Five High up in the sky Swooping down to the ground On to a pine tree Peering through the leaves Waiting for prey to appear Feathers start to spread Three animals are gone The sun is boiling hot The bald eagle returned And is gone. Jenny Aldrich Prep Five LIFE IS LIKE AN AIRPLANE THE GAME Life is like an airplane, Every time it reaches for the sky There ' s a chance that it will not return to solid ground, It ' s a risk. Just like anything you do in life, There ' s always a chance that it will not work out right, Or even work out at all, It ' s a risk. Natalie Vladi Prep Six Life is like a game; You roll the dice. The future is unpredictable; You move backwards, You move forwards, Sometimes in debt, But sometimes booming. At times you feel like dropping out, But you stay, and hope it will get better. Finally the game comes to an end, You either win or lose; Most times you ' re in between, But in the end it was worth it. Tina Piper Prep Six A SOCCER BALL Life is like a soccer ball Rolling round and round, Black spots for sorrows And white spots, where joy is found. The ball may be kicked And be sent flying very high Like certain ambitions, Trying to reach the sky. But sometimes the ball may come down And hit the ground with a thump, But one should not give up And try to move over the bump. Ata Erdogan Prep Six STREAMS Streams Rolling, babbling Laughing very softly Lazily drifting, bubbling, bouncing A stream of satin ribbon, Sparkling in the sun with many colours Streams Kate Perry Prep Five TANKA The evening has come. Crickets are chriping loudly. The sun has gone home. Grampa sitting on the stoop. All is quiet in the wood. Hannah Blades Prep Five First Prize LIFE IS LIKE A LADDER Life is like a ladder, With many, many rungs, And you keep on climbing, Until you run out of rungs. Sometimes the rungs are golden, Sometimes they are jeweled, Other times they are metal, Other times they are stone. But you keep on climbing, You never, never stop, And one day you ' ll reach one, And find that it ' s at the top. But don ' t look down, You might fall, Down and down, and then you ' ll have To start all over again. Anne Totten Prep Six Second Prize POEM OF THE WEEK This week - this first week - Welcome to Prep Six! Getting used to each other, all over again. Getting used to each other, the teacher and me. What ' s it like, t his week, this first week? Exciting, tiring, hectic - Is this what the year is to be? I think I ' m going to like it. Tova Rosenberg Prep Six Upper l SADNESS Down below the dark angry sky under the clouds that roared attacked by heavy rain and tormented by sad thoughts a man wandered Sad by the thought everything he had known was dead To come so far and remember nothing Down below the dark angry sky Sadness lived Katy Grindley Upper One Second Prize ODE TO COLORADO AND THE ROCKIES Mountain tops floating. You stand above life. Together as a snowy range, Separated by the footsteps of the gods, Mountain tops floating. Do those white billows comfort you? Aaron Hurst Upper Two VIEW FROM A WINDOW View from a window, Is a snow-covered valley. A row of children ' s footprints, Makes a picture in the snow. View from a window, Always bright, Always clean, Always fresh and new, To cheer up a dreary day. Tricia Joyce Upper One HAIKU I don ' t want to go But you made me sign my name In the devil ' s book Sean Kirby Upper Three 2, 3 THE MAN WHO WAS TALL There was a tall man with blackened teeth Who ' d sneak or creak into the back of cars, And scream, Someone ate my frog! The man in front would see his black teeth And give him some toothpaste. The tall man would get out of the car and think, Hm, I did not even have to pay for this. Andy Kim Upper Three LIFE INTWINED The feathers of my friend the bird are braided through my hair, They guide my life with joy and health because they are melting inside of me. When the snow begins to fall and it is cold, the feathers will lead me to the path of the moose. I am always fed, because the feathers are my friend. The colours dyed throughout my friend keep me warm and cheerful, their glory is my pleasure. My friend the feather will always be in my thoughts for it creates my headdress. Jennifer Silverman Upper Two SPIRITS OF THE SKY Parched was the earth Dry as the brittle bones Fire in the hearth The restless wind moans Rabbit, smell the omen in the air Darkness descends, vanished is the sun Clouds call out in merciless despair Thunderbolt strikes like a shot from a gun With it comes the pouring rain - Deeds of a magic man done in vain Arun Goomar Upper Two ACCOMPLISHMENT Every year, At around this time I have to write an entry for the GRAMMARIAN. So, I did. Amy Block Upper Three AN OPINION MOONLIT SKY Impressive, ey? But why? For what is impressive, Ultimately creates disappointment, and in that impressiveness overshadows others, and for all its indecent magnificence, it creates unhappiness. And therefore, why should anything be called beautiful, when it creates pain? Thankfully, We have something called Opinion. But opinions are often flimsy, easily disproved. And the breaking of it causes more pain. Therefore, why have an opinion? But this, in itself, is an opinion. So what does one do now? Paul Simms Upper Three Spring rain hangs upon the willow tree like pearls on a string. Emily Crow Upper One FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW The cars bustled down the highway As I walked by their side The noise was deafening A booming whine as each car drove by I stepped off the road and into the forest I had been this way before but never had the forest been like this It was a complete silence Finally I could grasp the meaning of peace The snow that had fallen the night before created a bright twinkling blanket across the forest The trees had been stripped of their fine green clothes and left with snow across their naked limbs. I started walking, humbled by the sacred garden Immediately the silence was broken The snow-covered bracken crackled underfoot It sounded like a fire of dry twigs The snow was firm for it had frozen on top but under my weight it twisted and snapped As I looked back along my path I saw footprints in the snow David Brooks Upper Two I was looking out the window, At the empty moonlit sky, When there I saw her. She walked in beauty, Shining under the star-filled sky. Her hair swept back and forth, From the warm breeze air. She pirouetted gracefully, With her skirt flowing, Not noticing him watching her. He gently tapped her on the back And bowed down. After a moment ' s hesitation, She held his hands And they danced off into the dark Leaving the moonlit sky Empty again. Bessy Nikolaou Upper One IF ONLY THEY COULD READ MY HANDWRITING I got my report card the other day I ' d tell you what they had to say If only I could read it ... My English essay was very creative I use the language just like a native If only she could read it ... In Math my comment reads messy but good I ' m sure she would have understood If only she could read it ... Taking down notes is time well spent And to study for tests they ' d be excellent If only I could read them ... My physics reports are based on fact The teacher would find them quite exact If only he could read them ... Now - will the GRAMMARIAN publish this poem They probably would, because I know ' em If only they could read it ... Mathias Michalon Upper Two Third Prize A STATEMENT As I looked across the silent field, The sun glistened like a shiny blanket of sugar. The only disturbance on the newly fallen snow, Was that of a wounded deer, Shot through the heart. It was hunting season. Jane Gould Upper Three THE END In the beginning, except for It, our universe was void. For aeons, It thought, and after countless centuries It decided what to do. It introduced mass and energy from Its own universe, and the four elemental forces. After aeons of observing just these, It added the uncertainty principle and relativity. But still something was lacking. It introduced life, and watched life evolve all over the universe. Sometimes, intelligence would emerge from the bestial inhabitants of a world, and from these It selected the best thinkers. It reformed their minds, and set them to thinking. But first It conversed with them. Almost invariably, they wanted to destroy themselves, but It convinced them that this was impossible. They then wanted to destroy It, and It allowed this, because It wanted what they wanted. It wanted an end. And for countless aeons more, It collected thinkers, and watched as they all failed to destroy him. Eventually, there were too many for even It to be with all at once, and It had to spend Its time shifting between the countless infinities of thinkers. And while It was away, one of the thinkers disappeared. There was only a slight ripple in the patterns that formed as a result of the thinking, but It could feel the loss. For ages, It wondered what would come of the one that disappeared. At first It hardly noticed the glowing light. But the light grew brighter and attracted Its attention. The light was completely new to It, and fascinated It. For ages the light grew brighter, ab- sorbing the thinkers, until every last thinker was part of the in- tricate glowing creature that was the light. And It wondered if perhaps Its end was finally coming. The light contracted, and grew brighter, until the light was the same size as It but brighter. And then the light spoke. You have created all this, waited countless aeons for an end. You tortured us, making us think, not letting us find our end. Now we shall have our revenge. And the light condensed further and became the size of a galaxy and then the size of a sun, and then a planet. As the light contracted, all the matter and energy in the universe contracted with it. Finally there was nothing in our universe but It, and the infinitely bright light. It, sensing something beyond Its comprehension in the light, retreated into the universe from which It had emerged. But as It left, so did the light. In Its own universe, It was alone. Then high in Its sky the light appeared. Tendrils of light stretched out, and engulfed everything but Its home. Nothing remained but It and Its home and the light. The light grew brighter, and bigger, as if ap- proaching at an incredible speed, and finally engulfed Its home. Then, without a roar, or even a whsiper, the light blinked out. Once again, It was alone. In the end, except for It, Its universe was void. Andrew Sacamano Upper Three First Prize SOUNDS AT NIGHT It was a dark and quiet night. The only sound I could hear as I walked home was the wind blowing quietly through the trees. The road was quiet and mostly deserted with not very many houses. Many animals, however - mostly cats and dogs - lived around here. An owl gave a hoot somewhere to my left and it was answered after a pause by another, quite a way ahead. To my right, a dog was having a wild time howling into the night. Suddenly, I heard a soft patter of feet behind me. I turned quickly, but whoever it was had quickly made himself scarce for I saw not even a shadow disappearing behind a tree or house. I continued walking, quickening my pace. But the soft footsteps behind me resumed. Finally, when I couldn ' t stand it anymore, I turned around in a flash. There was no one there. I saw nothing move away and heard nothing. I walked backwards for a moment but turned around again just in time to avoid stepping off the sidewalk into a ditch. Almost immediately I heard two cats fighting, and, before I knew it, they were running full speed in my direction. I moved quickly out of the way and they ran off in the distance. A car came quietly down the road and turned off to the left. Suddenly, out of the blue, it seemed, came those footsteps again. This time I just quickened my step and continued walking. A window slammed shut but I didn ' t notice. I passed a mailbox. Ten steps further, I heard the footsteps seem to grow twice as loud, and the mailbox squeaked open and shut. The footsteps died down to a steady patter behind me. My mind raced as thoughts collided. There had been someone following me. There still was. He ' d mailed a letter! But I saw no one when I glanced back. I saw my house not too far off. Upon reaching it, I began to fiddle with the lock, but it seemed stuck. Suddenly I felt something reach out for my ankles, and I screamed. The only reply, though, was a quiet mee-oow. I looked down and at my ankles was a cute little black cat. When I got the lock open, it pushed past me into the house. An owl hooted above me and I laughed at myself, deciding to call the cat Midnight. Heather Rapson Upper Two Upper 4, 5, 6 THE THING UNDER THE BED Night scoured house The old plaster snaps Deathly still Where ' s the cat? Soft-padded darkness Creeps over walls and floors Black phantom trees lie across furniture Branches or tails? A moonstone flash A soft thud Quick! Hide your feet! A mad scramble on to the bed Mm Grab a newspaper! A pregnant silence falls A silvery shadow glides past Baleful green eyes narrowed Julia Doyle Upper Four Second Prize THE BALL The ball glides gracefully through the air In a smooth, wide curve, As if sensing that its fluent flight is being followed By the awe-stricken eyes of the baseball players. In another second the beautiful journey ends With a CRASH! The shattering of glass! The tinkling of rainbow-coloured jagged splinters. The ball hits the floor with a thud And stops rolling around, realizing its state of disgrace. Toni Fried Upper Four Third Prize THE CAMP As the wind whistled through the desolate camp, Bony prisoners stumbled past grinning guards. Their loathing reached out in all directions, Hanging their captors, wrenching the fences. Their lust for women, their hunger for food Driving them, onwards in the dust. Their fingers drifting to yellow necks, Held back by wary neighbours. But one broke out, he ' d lost it all, Tearing flesh from well-fed bodies, ' Til ... Bang the shot rang out, Blood drenching the dusty path. Chris Stairs Upper Four THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT SHOOT FOR THE STARS There was an achiever who just didn ' t show it, and when he gave a good answer wasn ' t given credit. Teachers mocked him, jeered him, talked behind his back, called him inattentive, a chatterbox, and slack. But this time will be different, he ' ll show them, he ' ll do well in every subject, even Chem. Life goes up and down, Your sights are always set, Today you might not reach your goals, Wait till the sun sets. Tomorrow Shoot for the stars. Greg Cummings Upper Four Chris Maxwell Upper Four Today the sun will shine The paint on my house will crack And the blades of grass will grow in my yard Tomorrow the same thing will happen And maybe this time a bird will fly And the trees will dance Their branches blowing in the wind Kelly Murphy Upper Four THE SOLDIERS the war is over and the winners have left victorious the defeated soldiers lie on the muddy blood stained ground like a child ' s forgotten toys but war is not a game most of them will never rise again Nora Bednarski Upper Four Before I knew you I saw through you And now I find I ' m so entwined I don ' t know What ' s heart or mind Then - I had you Now - I need you Watch me trip and try to please you It comes from within I need you without I ' ve had enough of hope and doubt The truth might hurt But right now Ignorance is Hell Julia Doyle Upper Four TESTS Test. People write, Furiously, Fast. Answering, Thinking, Trying to remember What was studied. At last, It ' s over. Test, Done. Andrew Jackson Upper Four A mirror in the dark That is my heart A cavernous pool Where mysteries rule The entrance is still Clear and tranquil But once you ' re inside The caves open wide A strange shadowed place Where Fears lead the chase With soft beating feet Down lost blackened, streets Who knows what you ' ll meet A moon frozen maze It ' s easy to invade But by now you ' ve found out You ' ll never get out SEPARATELY TOGETHER The tune of fading friendship reaches a crescendo when played in two separate people as now. Trapped within a chord unable to finish the song without the other, we play for different audiences or only for ourselves. Trying to create a false harmony all we did was destroy the duet. Julia Doyle Upper Four Felix Batcup Upper Five Suddenly a star fell Caught it Made a wish Threw it down in the sea Did it thoughtlessly It sank in the dark A brave little spark A shadow with fins and sharp So very sharp Teeth It was a shark Swallowed the spark Swallowed it and plunged back to the ice With my hope and my life A cold lonely shark Ate my shot in the dark Julia Doyle Upper Four SNOWBLIND AND JADED If you stare out at the sky long enough, sometimes you can see its eyes in the distance, hiding behind lashes of cumulus. Sometimes near the end of the day you can stare the sky down and it blushes a sunset - other times it merely meets your glare with cool darkness. Last night the sky was ragged and expectant and dejected and hungry - moody in its hunger - and it cried without knowing why. Its eyes were bloodshot with lightning and all night it shouted warnings at us through a malfunctioning bullhorn. But we were too far away, too terrestrial and too provincial to hear them. I didn ' t sleep last night. I sat up watching the sky slowly alter hue as the artist added new shades of blue to his palette. It is the cool mid-winter and the innocent morning scrawls obscenities in frost on my windowpane - it is an errant saviour which meanders as slow as possible over the horizon, wondering if its chosen people are deserving of its grace. By the time the sun has fully returned from its perversely egalitarian tour of duty over the rest of the world, the sky has dried its eyes. And I sit staring ahead, working on a suntan in January, - just as we all sit staring straight ahead, content to tolerate the eccentricities of the sky and the sun as long as the one keeps watching our drama and the other keeps going around the earth. Rob Plowman Upper Six First Prize GREASEPAINT AND STARDUST - ' FILM NOIR ' I have heard of a dream land where the Big people flow gently around a monstrous blue garden phosphorescing richly as they tipple and flirt and murmur exclamations, their wires scraping along preordained tracks in the sky. And all year ' round the Christmas lights on the crewcut bushes infect the darkness with orange and red and yellow and gold. The Big people talk of liberal ideas seriously amidst the affluence and the apathy and the champagne. And they say, oh isn ' t the world a horrible place and, oh isn ' t life a god-awful farce, do you realize the price of one single red rose in this day and age? It never rains in the garden, you see. And I know that we have no choice but to trudge along - and wake up each day tired - and empty - and posing continually, ever posing for an artist that knows only the monochromatic scale of gray - and hope and pray - and work hard - and do other normal things - and watch the television at night to see if we will be the next to die - or if we ' re already dead. Rob Plowman Upper Six Clubs Student Council Back Row: Michael Kiang, Rob Plowman, Matthew O ' Halloran, Danny Rees, Jane Gould, Imogen Hall. Front Row: Amy Block, Mark Wathen, Doug Penick, Suzanne Godsoe, Eric Block. This year has been a varied one for the Student Council. Our undertakings have ranged from movie nights held early in the year to a recent lunchtime canteen. A mid-year election for Treasurer was held with the departure of Andrea Mc- Culloch, and Eric Block was appointed honourary president. Eric ' s continuing work on the speaker committee that was formed last year has enabled the students to hear such enlightening presentations as the Baha ' i Faith Peace Rappers. Winter Carnival also provided the students with an enjoyable break from classes. Winners of competitions such as the infamous Ice-cream Eat, the Marshmallow Stuff and the Third Annual Lip Synch Contest won specially made HGS Winter Carnival T-shirts. In the afternoon, the Prep School rode the waves at the Spryfield Wave Pool while the Upper School literally hit the slopes at Ski Martock. In addition, the annual mid-year break ski trip was held at Ski Wentworth. The Council thanks Mr. Hinnell for helping with our ski trips and for organizing the school ' s Friday night ski trips. The Council would also like to thank Mr. Evans for his efforts in obtaining a digital score clock from Farmers in the gymnasium and Mrs. DeGrasse for her valuable contribution as staff advisor to the council. Matthew O ' Halloran President S.A..C. Back Row: Hugh Thompson, Sheva Carr, Kim Babcock, Holly McCurdy, Kersti Tacreiter. Front Row: Phil Collier, Rob Plowman, Miles Sheridan, John Gould, Mike Stephens, Matthew Oland. Absent: Al Davis, Andrea McCulloch, Munju Ravindra. Students Against Community, Conscience, and Co-Operation? Well ... no. Students Against Conformity, and Condominiums-posing-as-schools! More specifically: the Students ' Activities Committee!! Newly founded this year by a group of fed-UPper Six students who wanted to see the Grammar School become a fun place of excellence, the SAC was happy to see that this enthusiasm quickly spread to the lower grades as well. We are infamous for our prized lollipop days (held much to the chagrin of HGS ' s wonderful plush carpets!), the profits of which allowed us to provide the common room with a muchly desired ghetto blaster! While our central goal was to make HGS a place of FUN and HAPPINESS the SAC wouldn ' t want students to forget what the first letter of our name stands for: Study! (cough cough) We hope that the SAC has made some of that studying a little more fun this year, and that the lower grades will follow in our footsteps and that the SAC will Stay Alive in the Coming years!! Sheva Carr Founding Member of the SAC Grammarian Back Row: Mike Stephens, Malve Petersmann, Miles Sheridan, Mishko Hansen, Clare Roscoe, Kevin Gibson, Suzanne Godsoe, John Gould. Front Row: Michael Kiang, Jen Trabert, Hugh Thompson, Jean Grindley, Toni Fried, Tami Meretsky, Nora Bednarski, Sarah Newman, Kelly Murphy. Absent: Andrea McCulloch, Chris Simmons. Six months of editing the GRAMMARIAN has meant living our lives around the dreaded DEADLINE. Three have loomed and gone; in the days before each we have pounced on strange typewriters and minutes of sleep wherever we have found them, not knowing how long it will be before the next chance. We have lived on coffee, on tea and on edge. How remarkable that, after all this, we can say that it ' s been worth it. Firstly, for want of a less horrid word, it ' s been EDUCATIONAL. We ' ve learned the meanings of pica and justify right margin, but, more importantly, we ' ve also improved at least a bit on all those skills to which admission and employment bureaus give horrid names, and which we will collectively call getting by. And, yes, it ' s been fun. We ' ve been cheered up just when we ' ve needed it by a poem or photograph, and we ' re glad to have worked with a lot of people we wouldn ' t otherwise have gotten to know. We must emphasize that it is the contributions of many people that make up the GRAMMARIAN. We would like to thank our advisor, Mrs. Chapman, our editors - Toni Fried, Jean Grindley, Mishko Hansen, Andrea McCulloch, Hugh Thompson, our photographers - Kevin Gibson, Suzanne Godsoe, John Gould, Malve Petersmann, Miles Sheridan, Mike Stephens, as well as Clare Roscoe and Chris Simmons, for their dedication; all the teachers for their generosity and understanding; the office staff; the PAC; everyone who volunteered write-ups or entered the literature contest; and the infinite others for the little things that made it all work. Michael Kiang Jen Trabert Editors Senior and Junior Choirs Back Row: Irene Zouros, Lizzie Oore, Tina Piper, Emma Penick, Eriskay Liston, Natalie Vladi, Jennifer Franklin, Alexander Wil- son, Kerry Kindred, Jeffrey Par- ker, Ryan Blades, Molly Grind- ley. Middle Row: Catherine McDou- gall, Jennifer DeGrasse, Georgina Mastrapas, Billy Nikolaou, Mara Green, Anne Totten, Bradley Mc- Callum, Lindsay Davis, Aylin Alemdar, Jennifer Hinnell, An- drea Sheridan. Front Row: Liza Piper, Julie Henderson, Joanna Trager, Rachel Glube, Marcy Laing, Emma Townsend-Gault, Christine Hollett, Monja Myers, Martha Lawrence, Alana Tervo. Absent: Jennifer Aldrich, Han- nah Blades, Kate Perry, Cather- ine Davis. Back Row: Lisa Gaum, Amy Burns, Nora Pyesmany, Imogen Hall, Susan Crocker, Chris Will- iams, Andrew Hinnell. Front Row: Ann Roberts, Sarah Brennan, Jennifer Silverman, Heather Rapson, Aaron Dickson, Mathias Michalon. Absent: Clea Kindred, Kathleen Murphy. Two choirs have kept Mrs. Kemp busy this year - the Junior Choir with its 33 members and the Senior Choir with 14 members. Christmastime is always an exciting time for singers, and, besides singing at the Prep School Christmas program, the Junior Choir entertained the residents of the Parkhaven Nursing Home with a Christmas concert. The Senior Choir travelled to Lunenburg on December 1st where they performed for the residents of the Veterans ' Unit of the Fishermen ' s Memorial Hospital. One of the residents there was celebrating his 90th birthday and we all shared his birthday cake. The hospital praised the high quality of the choir ' s singing and invited us back any time we wished to go. Christmas had already started in late November for the Senior Choir. They were invited to sing at the Nova Scotia Designer Council ' s Christmas Market at the World Trade Centre and there too they have been invited back for next year. They also sang for their supper at one of the Sunday brunches at the Dart- mouth Holiday Inn. The Independent Schools ' Music Festival took place this year in February and 16 members of the Junior Choir and 8 from the Senior Choir were selected to go on the trip to Toronto. There we sang in the massed choirs in Roy Thomson Hall and were billeted by St. George ' s College - an all-boys ' school! The girls didn ' t mind that! As this is going to press, the Kiwanis Festival is in full swing with both choirs participating. After the Festival the choirs will be preparing for Open House and Graduation. Mrs. Valda Kemp Music Teacher Back Row: Matthew O ' Halloran, Mrs. Ater- man, Rob Plowman. Front Row: Mark McCallum, Craig Burley. Absent: Eric Block, Sheva Carr, Steve Oore. Where would we be if Henry Morgenta ler ' s mother did not want him; or if Jimmy Swaggart was not an infidel; or if Rob had not come second at the Provincial Debating Tournament and had not won the right to compete in two national tournaments - in St. John ' s, Newfoundland (where employment is high), and Banff, Alberta (where skiing is fun). The HGS debating club sent entries to the Nova Scotia Individual Impromptu Tournament - where Rob Plowman placed third; to the Nova Scotia gathering; and to the Provincials. Here, Rob Plowman, Eric Block and Matthew O ' Halloran placed second in the team standings and second, fifth and ninth individually. The team also plans to attend the Sydney Invitational Tournament in April in an attempt to better last year ' s second place finish there. We would encourage everyone who enjoys listening to themselves talk and frying stupid people to join the debating club. Debators learn to argue coherently and effectively as well as to work as a team. Debators travel the globe and meet many rich and famous persons. Very often the true heroes of HGS don ' t get the credit they deserve, but we debators take no one for granted. Hence we therefore should wish to thank Mrs. Aterman vastly (provisio our history marks are great). Her support, direction, good humour and infinite wisdom have been indispensible (this is only the place in which we cannot be sarcastic). Skate, debate and procreate, Eric Block Rob Plowman orators extraordinaire Junior Senior Drama Science Back Row: Georgina Mastrapas, Jennifer DeGrasse, Julie Hender- son, Joanna Trager, Marcy Laing, Julie Chamagne, Billy Nikolaou. Front Row: Lindsay Davis, Mara Green, Alexander Wilson, Liza Piper, Aylin Alemdar, Mrs. De- Grasse. Absent: Tina Piper. Russian Back Row: Andrew Jackson, Mrs. Simms, Toni Fried. Front Row: Jean Grindley, Craig Burley, Greg Cummings. Grammar Gazette Back Row: Jennifer Franklin, Jennifer DeGrasse, Liza Piper, Mara Green, Ata Erdogan, An- drea Sheridan, Tina Piper, Lizzie Oore, Martha Casey, Jeff Parker. Middle Row: Ms. Porteous, Billy Smith, Jennifer Hinnell, Tony Barresi, Greg Davis, Christine Hollett, Anne Totten, Martha Lawrence, Molly Grindley, Aylin Alemdar, Liam Brennan. Front Row: Jenny Chetwynd, Jennifer Gray, Jennifer Digby, Joanne Coxon, Rushmi Malavia- rachchi, Tara Waldman, Erika Wilson, Mark Henderson, Joseph Rosenberg. Chess Kazoo KAZOO is a thing of the past, or rather, it has passed into posterity. It has suffered the same fate as the Roots sweatshirt, sideburns, rumbleseats and Dick Nixon. Having been neatly killed off by the editors in the spring of this year, it is no more. Cheers. Eric Block John Gould Mike Stephens Editors, HGSK Back Row: Matthew Oland, Michael Kiang, Mark Wathen, Asim Wali. Front Row: Mike Stephens, Rob Plowman, Eric Block, John Gould. Sports Report The HGS soccer season was highlighted by the Independent Schools ' Soccer Tournament in Montreal where the Under-13 Boys ' team achieved one of its most successful performances ever. Top stars were Matthew Thompson, David McFarlane and David Finlayson. In local competition, the Junior Boys ' team (led by the strong play of goalkeeper Adrian Cameron and midfielder David McFarlane) performed well in the City Leagues despite relative inexperience. The Junior Girls also continued their competitive participation in the City Leagues; outstanding performers were Jane Gould, Ashton Home and Amy Burns. The Senior Boys played very well as a team, reaching the district finals before losing a very close series to the Kings-Edgehill side. It was encouraging to see the tremendous improvement through the season of the Junior Boys ' Volleyball team, a young side composed completely of Grade 7 and Grade 8 students. Top performers were Warren Auld and Adrian Cameron. The Junior Girls ' Team was very competitive and especially outstanding performances came from Jane Gould, Amy Block and Judy Halebsky. The Senior Girls ' Volleyball team went as far as the Regional Tournament, while the Senior Boys ' team saw promising performances by a number of its young players, including Mike Barker, Asim Wali and Daniel Thompson, all of whom we hope will continue their excellent play next year. This year saw the establishment for the first time of school teams in the Mini and Bantam basketball leagues in the city. Our Mini team was very competitive, and our Bantam team was outstanding, losing only one game all season in taking the city and league titles, an accomplishment which allowed them to participate in the provincial championships. The Junior Boys ' Basketball team, although inexperienced, showed much promise. Top players include Shane Nichols, David McFarlane, Arun Goomar and Warren Auld. The Senior Girls also improved greatly through the year and reached the regional championships; top performers included Jane Gould, Holly McCurdy, Al Davis and Carmen Maclnnis. The entire Senior Boys ' team can be credited with an excellent year as they placed second in both the Capital Regional League and in the regional championships, participated in the provincial championships, defeated the Triple A schools and won the Duncan MacMillan Tournament. The elementary girls ' cross-country running team competed in the sectional meet where they placed first overall and Emma Penick was second individually. The elementary boys ' team was also very competitive, with Ata Erdogan the leader. The sports scene within the school has also been a busy one. Students have enjoyed basketball and volleyball intramurals; and have taken advantage of the formation of a badminton club, a new score clock in the gymnasium and the acquisition of table tennis and floor hockey equipment. Mr. John Evans Senior Boys ' Basketball Back Row: Mike Stephens, Michael Barker, Bob Carter, Mark Wathen, Phil Collier. Front Row: Matthew Oland, Victor Bigio, Danny Rees, Matthew O ' Halloran. Absent: Eric Block, Greg Cummings, Mishko Hansen, Jared Stern. Senior Girls ' Basketball Back Row: Jen Trabert, Holly McCurdy, Sarah Newman, Kelly Murphy, Suzanne Godsoe. Front Row: Tami Meretsky, Carmen Mac- Innis, Clare Roscoe, Jane Gould, Kim Bab- cock. Absent: Al Davis. Junior Boys ' Basketball Back Row: Brent MacDonald, Mathias Michalon, Michael McDougall, Chris Will- iams, Warren Auld, Shane Nichols. Front Row: David McFarlane, David Fin- layson, Arun Goomar, Joachim Steffen, Doug Penick, Matthew Thompson, Aaron Hurst. Mini Basketball Back Row: Martha Lawrence, Jennifer Franklin, Eriskay Liston, Colin MacDonald, Ames Dodds, Irene Zouros, Andrew McFar- lane. Front Row: William Landymore, Mete Erdogan, David Pink, Craig Silverman. Absent: Andrew McFarlane, David Rapson, John Threadcraft. Badminton Back Row: Warren Auld, Lief Englund, Tom Sheridan, Troy Dolomont, Miles Sheridan, Aaron Dickson, David McFar- lane. Front Row: Jen Trabert, Lars Mitchell, Brent MacDonald, Doug Penick. Absent: Jane Gould, Michael Kiang, Billy Said, Jane Sodero, Hugh Thompson. Senior Boys ' Volleyball Senior Girls ' Volleyball Back Row: Tami Meretsky, Car- men Maclnnis, Clare Roscoe, Kim Babcock. Front Row: Holly McCurdy, Sarah Newman, Suzanne Godsoe, Jane Sodero, Kelly Murphy. Absent: Al Davis, Andrea McCul- loch. Junior Boys ' Volleyball Junior Girls ' Volleyball Back Row: Susan Crocker, Amy Burns, Beth Chernin, Jane Gould, Amy Block. Front Row: Judy Halebsky, Jen- nifer Silverman, Imogen Hall, Heather Rapson. Absent: Jessica Andrews, Ashton Home. Senior Boys ' Soccer Back Row: Miles Sheridan, Jonathan Cook, Michael Stephens, Mishko Hansen, Jason Holt, George Niko- laou, Mr. Hinnell. Middle Row: Andrew Barker, Jean- Paul Bewers, Matthew O ' Halloran. Front Row: Victor Bigio, Asim Wali, Daniel Thompson, Danny Rees, Al Davis, Jennifer Hinnell. .-.rX. fm. 3 Junior Girls ' Soccer Under 13 Soccer Back Row: Andrew Barker, Brent MacDonald, Harold Roscoe, Lief Englund, Lars Mitchell, Graham Aldrich, Matthew Thompson. Front Row: Andrew McFarlane, Colin MacDonald, Ata Erdogan, David Finlayson, Doug Penick, David McFarlane, John Caleb Threadcraft. Absent: Paul Murphy. Back Row: Paul Simms, David Brooks, Shane Nichols, Jamie Stoltz, Andrew Sacamano, Matthew Brooks. Front Row: Mrs. Scobbie, Brent MacDonald, William Landymore, Thomas Brooks, Colin Mac- Donald, Mr. Brian Bishop. Absent: Arun Goomar, Andrew Jackson, Pathum Malavi, Rushmi Malavi, Chris Maxwell, Kevin Moore, Adrian Neumann, David Totten. Our club has both expanded and become more advanced this year. We have added not only many promising young beginners but also another weapon category to the club. This has allowed us to practise all three types of fencing. Although we are still relatively inexperienced with the sabre and epee weapons, we have maintained high standards in foil. Our junior fencers have been doing very well in competitions such as the Fairview Junior Tour- nament and the Nova Scotia Novices. At the same time three of our more senior members brought home a large trophy from the Broadsword Challenge Team Tournament organized by the Sackville Cavaliers. This trophy was indeed a Broadsword, which, incidentally, was too large for the trophy case. Perhaps we could enlarge the case for the years to come when, hopefully, we might win it again. Fencing inside the school is popular as well, and our club remains quite large. We are open to beginners at any time. Fencing is an excellent way to stay in shape, and can quickly tone up your muscles. Although it is an in- dividual sport, the team spirit is always there, especially when you need it most: at tournaments. Our HGS fencing team always manages to enter at least several members at each tournament, and they have represented the school very well. This year, it was a pleasure to see Mr. Hinnell at the Lieutenant Governor ' s Challenge during the demonstration. All our fencers at HGS, regardless of their varying degrees of experience, have improved a great deal. This constant improvement of our club is of course due to Mrs. Scobbie, our superb and dedicated coach, to whom we owe a great deal. Your Faithful Team, The HGS Fencing Club Special Events Winter Carnival and Xmas We gratefully acknowledge the generous support of our sponsors, patrons, and advertisers SPONORS Dr. and Mrs. R. Abrahams Mr. and Mrs. J.M. Babcock Mr. and Mrs. P. Blades Dr. and Mrs. W.L. Caines Dr. and Mrs. C. David Mr. and Mrs. W. Davis Mr. and Mrs. W. Digby Prof, and Mrs. L. Holt Dr. and Mrs. J.R. Jackson Dr. and Mrs. D. Kiang Mr. and Mrs. G.T. Lawrence Dr. and Mrs. P. Malaviarachchi PATRONS Dr. and Mrs. S. Ahmad Dr. and Mrs. J. Aldrich Mr. and Mrs. H. Alemdar Prof, and Mrs. A. Andrews Mr. and Mrs. J. Arnold Dr. and Mrs. R.B. Auld Dr. and Mrs. R. Barker Dr. and Mrs. T. Baskett Mr. and Mrs. A. Batcup Mr. and Mrs. P. Beauchamp Mr. and Mrs. L. Bednarski Dr. and Mrs. J.M. Bewers Mr. and Mrs. F. Bigio Mr. and Mrs. M. Block Mr. and Mrs. R. Brannon Dr. and Mrs. M. Brennan Dr. and Mrs. S. Brooks Dr. and Mrs. G. Burns Dr. and Mrs. M. Burnstein Mr. and Mrs. R.B. Cameron, Jr. Mr. and Mrs. J. Carter Ms. S.A. Chetwynd Mr. and Mrs. C. Collier Dr. and Mrs. J. Coxon Dr. and Mrs. J. Crocker Mrs. V. Cronin Mr. and Mrs. T. Crow Dr. and Mrs. B. Davis Mr. and Mrs. R. Davis Mr. and Mrs. D. DeGrasse Dr. and Mrs. C. Dodds Mr. and Mrs. J. Dolomont Prof, and Mrs. R. Doyle Dr. and Mrs. R. Englund Dr. and Mrs. M. Erdogan Dr. and Mrs. S. Ewing Dr. and Mrs. K. Fairhurst Ms. J. Fenerty Dr. and Mrs. A. Finlayson Mr. and Mrs. N. Franklin Mr. and Mrs. M. Glube Mr. and Mrs. J.G. Godsoe Dr. and Mrs. J. Goomar Mr. and Mrs. J. Gould Dr. and Mrs. G. Gray Mr. and Mrs. B. Green Mr. and Mrs. N. Greenwood Prof, and Mrs. T.B. Grindley Dr. and Mrs. B.D. Grover Dr. and Mrs. B. Hall Dr. and Mrs. E. Hansen Mr. and Mrs. H. Harper Dr. and Mrs. J. Hayward Dr. and Mrs. W. Henderson Mr. and Mrs. R. Hinnell Mr. and Mrs. M. Holland Mr. and Mrs. G. Hollett Mr. and Mrs. R. Joyce Prof, and Mrs. J.A. Koslow Mr. and Mrs. R. Laing Mr. and Mrs. C. Lief Mr. and Mrs. D. Linzey Dr. and Mrs. R. Liston Dr. and Mrs. W. Maclnnis Mr. and Mrs. A. Mastrapas Mr. and Mrs. P. McCurdy Mr. and Mrs. D. McDougall Mr. and Mrs. M. McFarlane Mr. and Mrs. W. McKeever Mr. and Mrs. M. McKenna Mr. and Mrs. J. Merrimen Dr. and Mrs. M. Michalon Dr. and Mrs. R.A. Miller Mr. and Mrs. I. Muncaster Mr. and Mrs. J. Nazaretian Mrs. B. Neumann Mr. and Mrs. N. Newman Mr. and Mrs. J. Nikolaou Prof, and Mrs. R. O ' Dor Mr. and Mrs. D. Oland Dr. and Mrs. R. Oliver Mr. and Mrs. R. McCulloch Mr. and Mrs. H. Meretsky Dr. and Mrs. J. Smith Mr. and Mrs. H. Thompson Mr. and Mrs. L. Trabert Mr. and Mrs. S. Pearre Mr. and Mrs. V. Penick Mr. R. Petersmann Mr. and Mrs. E. Petley-Jones Mr. S. Pillay Mr. and Mrs. D. Piper Mr. and Mrs. B. Pooley Dr. and Mrs. A. Pyesmany Mr. and Mrs. J. Rapson Prof, and Mrs. R. Ravindra Dr. and Mrs. J. Rees Mr. and Mrs. A. Reid Mr. and Mrs. J. Risley Mr. and Mrs. A.J. Robertson Mr. and Mrs. D. Roscoe Judge E. Roscoe Dr. and Mrs. E. Rosenberg Dr. and Mrs. J.B. Ross Mr. and Mrs. D. Roy Dr. and Mrs. J. Sacamano Mr. and Mrs. N. Said Dr. and Mrs. B. Sheridan Mrs. G. Silverman Dr. and Mrs. H. Simms Mrs. A. Smith Mr. and Mrs. P. Sodero Mrs. V. Stairs Prof, and Mrs. W. Stephens Mrs. W. Tacreiter Prof, and Mrs. A. Thompson Mr. and Mrs. H. Threadcraft Mr. and Mrs. G. Totten Mr. and Mrs. I. Townsend-Gault Dr. and Mrs. M. Trager Mr. and Mrs. B. Waldman Mr. and Mrs. G. Waters Mr. and Mrs. H. Wathen Mr. and Mrs. R. Wheatley Dr. and Mrs. C.N. Williams Mr. and Mrs. N. Williams Dr. and Mrs. K. Wilson Mr. and Mrs. R. Wolff Some 200 years ago, the ancestors, of Ben Moir Jr. began supplying Halifax with fine homemade bread. Today, we still bake the way our forefathers did. With care, pride and the best ingredients. Ben Moir remains our inspiration. And we ' re still expanding as he did, offering new quality products such as muffins, cookies, homestyle donuts, health breads and rolls. Never was there an innovative baker more devoted to his craft. There couldn ' t be a better symbol of what Ben ' s Bakery stands for. 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