Pickering College - Voyageur Yearbook (Newmarket, Ontario Canada)

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As I entered the second turn ofthe last lap in the Indy 500.A' I was glued to the car in first place When we entered the turn about 1000 feet from the end. I started to force the first place car in the turn and we hit the maximum vertical elevation Then lsuddenly turned the wheel to the left and gave my engine full power Like a bullet. my car shot past the lead car through to the finish line I was able to keep him behind me My first victory! Ifelt that I was on top of the world Then a beautiful blond came and helped me out of the car. She leaned over and bit my ear. She started to tell what really turned her on Well, Ilike a guy that Rrrriiinnnggll. ' , I rolled over in the bed cursing the bell for its timing The bed was too comfortable to get out of I willjust lie here and relax for a minute. RRRinnggglll Oh' That was the 7:55 bell. Better get going or Mr. McLaren will be on my back for missing breakfast Iam not sure it wouldnt be healthy to miss it anyway. Wowl Look at the snow' Too bad. the guys back in Singapore wouldnt have believed the snow It was so cold that it made my face and hands turn very red lgot my shoes on and ran over to Rogers' House. Ifell and slipped on my way overfrom Firth and landed in a snowbank. lgot up and gave the patch of ice a real mean word. Ishivered as I ran down the corridor to the dining hall It smelled like we were having eggs again. Eggs are terrible. I entered the dining hall and I was immediately told to tuck my shirt in. and to be more prompt next time. And also I was told to be out by 8:15. Good morning to you gentlemen. May your scrambled eggs have shells in them just like mine The linefor food was normally long. The people were dozing quietly as they waited their turn Some have hair that grows in every direction. and some are trying to open their eyes At last. I got my scrambled eggs and 'tblack toast I got the feeling that I was in a refugee camp. Well. the eggs are a little cold. but I think that it must be good for me Icame out of the kitchen and looked for the juice The juice cooler was empty and I can tell by the large puddle lying on the floor. that it is orange juice I guess I can handle starting a day without juice I sat down with all my friends They looked as awake as I was: I shook a little pepper on my eggs. I was all set 8 STUDY May your scrambled eggs have shells in them - just like mine. Q 1 Ji I ll to eat. Ipicked it up and put it into my mouth. ICrunch!. . . Oh. my GodlShellsl. Iknew that it was going to be one of those days. I left the dining hall and was told to go to make my bed and clean the room. Ohl Come on, give me a break. As I walked back to Firth House. I made sure that I avoided the ice patches. As I reached the door, a real strong gust of wind blew a cloud of snow up my pants. How I love winterl Such a good time! As I came into my room. Mr. Taylor is checking it. It was even for marks today. Just my luck. He said that our room is the worst one in Firth House. This looked bad for my roommate and I. Worst in Firth House. that is. Quite bad. My roommate, Dean Nicholson, was trying to hide all the mess under the desk and the bed. But it wasn't doing any good at all. We still received the same old fellow, non-satis. I was sick of the marks. The room itself is very small, with chairs. tables, beds. towels. Mr. Taylor suggested that I use a shovel. Very funny. He is so funny at 8:20 in the morning. No sense in getting mad. Mightjust as well get cleaning. RRRrrinnng. Those bells are getting on my nerves. Already 8:40. The day is in full swing andlstill remain neutral. Bad scene, Dean usually will curse at anything and I am learning well from a teacher with experience. I am fairly lucky to have such a roommate. He is kind, and patient with me when he helps me in English. I also help him in math. He has so many stories that he keeps me listening for the whole study time. He tells me all the things he does and it is hard to imagine a lifestyle so different from mine, Ireally enjoy every minute of it. Igrab all the necessary books and head off for English. I enjoy English, but it is very difficult. Itry, but the ideas do not stay in my mind too long. I sat down and set myself to work. The bells rings and the first three classes are over. Recess. Time for a break. Iwent back to my room, stopping in at all my friends' rooms on the way. They are all sitting in their big rooms. Ohl I could really use a room like theirs. Everyone is fine this morning. I felt really good this morning. The best thing about recess is that I have my spare right after it. That makes for a good hour. Sometimes I do homework from the first two classes. Other times I read a letter from my parents or I write to them. Oh boy! I really miss them. It is so

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time in write a letter to thcin, but sometimes it gets quilt' sail Stmieilirius I-'amt' back to the morn and put on some of lletrnls ructnds Today is a gOOd day for STYX. This ts my favourite rockvnvroll band. and also I like soft music But in Singapore, people like to listen to disco, and it is very dtllerent from Rockfnflioll mtistc By the time I do my homework and read my book. the bell rzngs and I am off to class once more Well, the good thing about a fourth period spare is that there is only one class left before lunch Iiy the end of math. my stomach is making sounds Math is the easiest class I have I have learned all the things before. RRRIllt'NlNGG l Well I guess it is time to go and eat. A forty minute class doesnt last very long. I wonder what we are having today I would think it is hamburgers I don 't mind hamburgers. Dean says you could grease a car with one of the parties. but I like them The dining hall is already full by the time I get there. lgo through the door and greet Mr. Barrett. He is an all right guy He never hassles meg instead he iokes with me It helps to brighten up my boring day I was right, hamburgers, N0 problem I sit at the table just opposite Mr. Lockyer's table For an English teacher. he isnt too bad The hamburger looks. as usual. greasy After lunch. it is ttme to sit and let the food digest I visit with my friends for a little while or do nothing besides read. Ipenthouse or Playboy-I and listen to music We all compare marks on our tests and laugh and tease each other RRllNNGGGl ' The bell, I guess it is 1 30 p m. Time to go to Class At the end of my next three classes. the routine is the same The bell rings and I move Sometimes the bell is so loud that it can really sting your mind The final bell is the one I dont mind It signals the end of the classes for the day Then it is time for sports Igo to my rcirnn and change into clothes to play hockey It ts ci good game I have really en- ioyecl learnsng to skate It is a good Canadian sport I also u ent to learn how to downhill ski Tlitit is tin exciting sport 'lw'llll.'N'NGC,5 I had better hurry or I will be late. or so says the bull llocl-:ey goes quickly and it is time for ft Nllllll er After a shou, er. lgo to my room and IO -get ready for supper. Dean is in the room. He tells me another story that makes me break up. His lifestyle is so much fun. There is so much for me to try. He is trying to give me ex- perience that I dont get in Singapore. He tells me the stories of the bands and their songs, It really amazes me how much information about music he knows. RRIlNNGGll It is 5:55 p.rn.. I had better get moving or I will be explaining some stupid reason for Iateness to Mr. Clark. I will use one of the reasons that Dean taught me to get you out of anything. My mind is starting to think like his: Ihad better watch out. Upon arrival at the dining hall, I realize that we are having pork for supper. My stomach does a few strange movements in protest. After supper, I head back to the room and prepare for study. Tonight, I have a lot of work. No time to fool around, URRIINNGGIV' Time to start studying. The bell. I wonder ifl could stop it from ringing? That would be nice. No more terrible sounds. It rings too many times in a day and at night. My life revolves around that instrument. Isuppose if we had no bell, there would be utter confusion, but what the helll First I must do my work and everything will be all right. Iget Dean to help me with some difficult grammar. I start to understand it. Often he has yelled at me four or five times. He helps me learn, but sometimes he gets upset, We talk for awhile as a break. Then we go back to the books. It is a lot of work but I am learning a great deal. RRIINNGGll That is another bell. I dont rnind. it's the end of study for the day. Time to practice my ping-pong skills against Peter Lau, who is good competition, We have good games every night. After playing table tennis, it is time for afew munchies. URRIINNGGIV' Isigh giving in to the bell for the last time in the day. It is 10:30 pm. and time for bed. Another day, another dollar. They all seem to blend in with one another. All too soon the last day of school will arrive and I will be sad to leave the daily routine of Pickering College. Michael Yik