Orangeville High School - Red and Blue Yearbook (Orangeville, Ontario Canada)

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2 A ROOM OF ONElS OWN2 Tl-IE FTFTY CENT TOUR She sells sea shells down, by the shea shorell See shells sea shells down bythe sea sore! She shells she shells down by the sea shore! The gay, liltlng voices of the younger Braithwaites bound into my room, rattle the wtndows, take a neat bounce off the ceiling and club me deftly between the eyes., As lvlacbethls second solzlloquy grinds helplessly to a halt, l make a grab for the dagger ll see before me, and rush out to slay a few siblings, As a private sanctuary, a place of refuge, my room is of questionable valuel The walls are too thin to repel any sound above a whisper and the door flies open eagerly at every touch, even the dogs. In spite of 'these drawbacks, however, l am. indeed thankful that I, have a room of my own, My room .is one of the few ways I have of asserting my personality., lt has been my room since the house was built, and lf take a certain dubious pride in the knowledge that every finger-k smudge, and .tnk stain on the wall, every coke-ustann on the ceiling is my handiworko The sk in the corner is mtne, the junk ln it represents five years of painstaking collectingl A set of my slightly used bongosdrums rests on the sewing machine o.0.Do Ah yes, I forgot., There are a few womanly intrusions in my private domaing ,li might as well start .ln with the sewing machine. lt. is a lovely thing reallyi an Eighteenth Century Singer treadle model with wrought iron legs, which look hairy because of all the frett work around them, and about twenty-five little drawers on the front wtth all the handles broken off. It looks like somethlng a kleptomaniac would life from the Niagara Falls Pioneer Museumf, but ,Lt still works. and my mother uses it often., l used to get a kick out of pumping the pedal and watching the wheel go around, but I gave that up some years agot, Another interestang spot in my room is the closetl lf there is one thing worse than a room without enough closet space, it ts one like mine, with too much., lf you are ever in need of a formal dress, l have a pretty staggerlng collection., Or perhaps you need a pair of shoulder pads? l have a lovely ski-boot and skate collec-2 tion., In this corner, madam, is a genuine pig--skin punchtng bagg it once belonged to a little old lady who only used it on Sundayso We move now to the windows. The wtndow itself is fairly typical. lt is a corner window, facing south and east, with one of those modern, aluminum sashes that freeze shut on November llth, and

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stay that way until at least April., The curtains are the interesting part, My mother must have picked them up on the same day she lifted the sewlng machine. They are abstract curtains, artfully executed in three gay coloursf brown, tan and off:-ewhite. The entire surface of the material 1S covered with a great deal of absolutely nothing, The mad, cluttered, meaningless things hand there all day and quietly go about their business, Their one aim in life is to have me committed to a mental institution. They may make it yetq God knows they're trying hard enough. I used to sit there and try to make out what they meant, and why my mother brought them home to mea They would gaze back at me with any one of several hundred eyes, and I could almost hear t.hem laugh. That about completes the picture of my room, I neglected to mention the finger-uprints on the ceiling, but we wonlt go into thato lf you ever have a spare moment, drop over and say helloo You will find me in my room, playing the bongo drums and staring at the curtains., You better hurry though, I may not last much longert, Chris Braithwaite 13A C lt' s the Thought A young man approached the counter at which Christmas cards were being soldo Have you anything sentimental T? he asked, I-Iere's a lovely one, replied the salesgirl, To The Only Girl I Ever Loved. That's fine, l'll take four H--J no fm- six of those, please, 6 lo