Saskatchewan Teachers College - Lampada Yeabook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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NNABELLE HOFFART SHEILA SCOTT •1 Ti

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CAROL JOHNSON

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Wont to be Free I want to be free to walk the shores of the ocean in my bare feet. Free to weep to the sea, to tell my sorrows to the wind, to cry my anguish unto the hills. Free to strike out at Fate till graaually I find harmony perhaps contentment. Barbara Israels. EXAMINATION FEVER Well, hove had it! ... I ' ve studied so much; History: dates, and locations, and such; Explorers, geography, settling the West; (My mind will go blank when they hand me that test!). A SMALL BOY A small boy raised his head And asked his mother why All the people in the world Were made to live and die. He asked if we were made by God, (And this, he was told, is true), Why the bad were so very many. And the good so very few. As he looked into her eyes It was this he wished to know When I am old and soon to die, Where is it I must go? Of a simple and loving mother He wished to know these things, With the innocent, deep sincerity The eyes of a small boy brings. Of course, he didn’t realize As she knelt to kiss his cheek, These answers that he waited Are those that wise men seek. If this boy should grow to manhood, And these answers he could give. He would herald to the world The reasons for which we live. Dave Mclnnis. Characteristics of doodles with themes. Collages of paper-with-string in my dreams, Fold-over, x-ray, and skyline and base; (I just spilled my crayons all over the place!). Tarsiers, Lemurs, and the Anthropoid Ape! My spelling’s enough to make anyone gape. The Eras and Epochs fall weakly in line; The modes of selection?? I think we’ve learned nine. Reading and ‘‘writing’’ for Monaay to learn, Check lists, and readers, and phonics In turn. Language ain’t bad if you know how to talk — Just listen each time that you come up the walkl Science?? Oh, brother!! There’s so much to know: The shapes of amoeba, and how mosses grow; Cytology, botany, birdwatching too! I’m sure I’ll be dizzy before I’m through. Tuesday’s a halfday; am I glad for that! First Math, and then Methods — they’ll knock me out flat. Conditions of learning, and methods of same — I’ll be so confused I won’t know my own name. Wednesday’s no better. Now don’t you agree? Two morning exams, but the parts total three; They tell me that Health and Phys. Ed. are alike, But try to explain that to an eight-year-old tyke! Orchestra instruments — which one does what? It might be the trumpet, but then it might not! Vibrato, glissando, arpeggio, and trill. Scales, chords, and key signatures — juggled at will. I’m not just too sure if my brain will survive; I think that next Wednesday I’ll still be alive. So much to remember — confusing at times: It’s addled me so that I’m making up rhymes!! Ellen Brell. 94