Hugh John Macdonald School - Searchlight Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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MY IMPRESSIONS OF A NEW SCHOOL 22 The first person I met was Mr. D.A. Patterson who impressed me as being a very understanding person. When I came to Hugh John Macdonald, I was scared of an unfriendly welcome but I was made more than welcome by the teacher and pupils of Room 23. All the teachers I have met so far are very nice. At the school I came from there are only 250 pupils altogether and here at H.J.M. there are 250 grade eights alonel This is certainly quite a difference. Here we change rooms for each subject but in the school I came from, we stayed in the same room all day. At H.J.M. you have a chance to talk and walk around in between each lesson and this is nicer than having to sit in the same desk all the day long, I like the system here at Hugh John Macdonald. Louise Godin 8-23 When I first came to Hugh John Macdonald, I met Mr. Patterson, the principal of the school. After I had finished talking to him, I was assigned to Room 23. When I got there I met Miss Hawkes, who told one of the girls to take me to the P.T. hall. I met the P.T. teacher, Mrs. Graham, and she was ' very nice to me. Then we went to Social Studies and that is where I met Mr, Belton who was also very nice to me. The rest of the day I kept meeting new teachers. The pupils of Room 23 were very nice. The other school I went to was entirely different. We used to stay in one classroom all the day long - because it was a very small school with not so many teachers. I like H.J.M, verjr much and I like the kids and teachers too. Claudette Proulot 8-23 RULES Getting to school on time is something important in our room. If you are late. Miss Hawkes ■will keep you in five minutes after four o T clock on Friday, There is a rule saying that students coming into school must go straight to their classroom and stay there until classes begin. This rule is often broken by girls and boys who hang around in the halls after the bell has rung. We have some very nice teachers in our school and they all have their own methods of keeping order. Mr. Belton teaches Social Studies and if juu don ' t like his subject he will give you more work until you do. We have also a very good science teacher, Mr. Diamond, He has a saying that if you must call out when you are in his class, then you must write lines. This is how he keeps order in the classroom. Order in a classroom must be kept for if it were not kept, there would be no work done. In Hugh John Macdonald there is always work being done Bill Goodine 8-23 -

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COMPOSITIONS By Elsie Sader 9-13 23 Compositions! That -word brings a shiver to my spine. To make me write a composition is one of the worst punishments that a teacher could inflict upon a pupil such as me. There are a lot of other things that I could do to pay for my crime but no! They always have to hand out a few sheets for a composition. First, I have to find a topic. Of all the wide selections, I cannot find any that is suitable at this dismal moment. After finally deciding to write upon the easiest topic, I have to find a topic sentence for the first paragraph. Alas! I can think of no such sentence, and so I write the paragraph bitterly hoping that the teachers might by chance find a topic sentence. By this time I can foretell the future far enough to see that I f 11 have the same trouble through the whole stupid composition and naturally I do. When I finally hand the composition in, I usually get it back to do over again and so I sit down to try painfully to make the best of my ability! THE TRUE APT OF BAKING By Sandra Dolberg 9-13 One rainy Saturday afternoon, having nothing to do, I finally decided to bake a cake. My mother and sister had just left for the afternoon, and I would have a little peace and quiet for a while. I leafed through a recipe book until I found what I was looking for. I creamed the butter, not noticing the piece of paper I had failed to remove. After rescuing the paper, I con¬ tinued. I set the oven at the suggested temperature, and greased the pans. I sifted and measured the dry ingredients accurately (I thought. In a matter of about ten minutes I had the batter mixed up and the cake ■was reader to go into the oven. When the bell rang, I put the cake in the oven and hoped for the best. I had just started to clean the sink, containing dishes, mixing bowls, and countless other gadgets, when the ' phone rang. It was my friend. Blank Blank, who had just heard some juicy gossip and hastened to pass it on. We gabbed on and on; I had completely forgotten about the cake in the oven. All of a sudden there was a horrible smell, like that of burning rubber. Horrors! My cakel It w as too late. The cake was burned to a crisp, and had fallen in, I felt so miserable that I could have cried. Why did this have to happen to me? I always have bad luck with the culinary arts. When my mother came home I was still cleaning the kitchen. After a few hours of ridicule at my expense, everything was unusually normal. Next day I planned on making another cake. This time I used a cake mix that was guaranteed to be easy enough for a child to make. I can prove differently! I just wasn ' t meant to be a good cook!