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

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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