Selwyn House School - Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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1, fi. 'AJ ANAND SAHAI How many guys do you know who can stroll into a room full of depressed spirits and cheer them all up in five minutes with a mere smile or pleasant laugh? None? well, then you don't know Anand. His ever-present cheery humour and goodwill will be drastically missed in the tired halls of Selwyn House. Anand is one of those people who represent a standard of class. We'll all remember him for his exploits in his twelve cylinder Jaguar or his Mercedes, his Lacoste shopping sprees at Holt Renfrew and his nine-handicap at the Royal Montreal. He'll definitely be missed, but the next time you're down and troubled, and ya need a helping hand, you'll hear a familiar happy chuckle and you'll turn in expectance, and he'll be there. Are you crying yet? Zeeeeeeeeeeeeeez ... -T,I, JIM SEATON Brevity is the soul of wit . Everyone knows that. People also know that I am not very witty. I suppose that I could say that I've enjoyed every minute of my seven years at Selwyn, but that would be a lie. I could also tell you that I was always well liked by teachers because I did my homework meticulously. Unfortunately, that would be another 'untruth'. On the other hand, I might say that the people I liked the most this past year were the guys in my grade, the grade ones and twos, yes, you Derek and company trying to sneak inside, and especially George, Pat, and Nina in the kitchen. Thanks for making my life a little more bearable. One parting thought: Maybe someday I'll come back and REALLY fry the motors in the Physics lab. One more thought: Old friend, I remember you... You used to take me fishing down by the wishing well, One day you threw a wish in, and we listened while it fell, And you made a wish ...' When the years are heavy, and my heart is growing cold, Well I wish when the evening comes that therelll always be Some old friend who'll miss me too -Chris de Burgh So now I'll leave you. Good luck friends. Adios a todos! CLIVE SPIEGEL During his eleven-year sojourn at Selwyn House, Clive has managed to acquire some fine credits to his name. Over the many years at the school, he has been involved in many school activities, including being skip of the curling team, a member of the chess club, manual training club, MOON staff, archivist on the yearbook staff, and so on This year Clive produced the grad play, THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST, and also starred as the imcomparable Lady Bracknell. Clive is best-known for his seven-year-old brief case, which he has now donated to the Smithsonian, as well as being the only eleven year veteran of the school to be in the same form room as Damon Kutten for ten consecutive years. We will all certainly remember Clive, not only for his accomplishments at the school, but also for being the only graduate ever to read Shakespeare voluntarily. I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit, touch it and the bloom is gone. -Lady Bracknell from Oscar Wilde's THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING ERNEST

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MAX PLOYING l've been at Selwyn House for five years now and ironically, it's gone very fast. l've enjoyed the school and made a lot of good friends, but it really is time to move on! Having endured people pulling my tie continually and cracking the worst Swedish jokes l've ever heard, I've still managed to keep my cool. If it hadn't been for Protein, Soy Lecithin Granules, Skim Milk Powder, Brewer's Yeast, Carobe, Milk, and a Raw Egg, I never would have survived Selwyn House. I'm sailing away Set an open course for the virgin sea For I've got to be free Free to face the life that's ahead of me I look to the sea Reflections in the waves spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood friends And the dreams we had -Styx NICHOLAS RIDEOUT Nick Rideout first came to Selwyn House in Grade two and was instantly famous for his shock of red hair as well as his violent instincts. Unfortunately, for us, a few short years later - grade five - he left for England, where, he has reported, the beer stinks. And then in grade eight, to our joy - and amusement - he returned, again winning instant fame when he asked in math class, Has anyone seen my rubber feraserJ? And for the next four years, he continued to impress us - mostly with his killer, animalistic instincts, usually surfacing during games. This year, to cap it all, he was named Captain of the defensive team in Senior Football, where, countless times, he stopped advancing players through sheer viciousness Knot to mention his uglinessj. And now, it is time to say ciao, au revoir, see ya, but hopefully, never goodbye. -A Friend

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GREG THOMPSON Once upon a time, in a small forest, far away, there lived a fox named Fuzzy. Fuzzy Fox did not play with most of the other animals in the forest, preferring to frolic about on his own, singing and dreaming of far away places. Many of the others wondered in awe at the ease with which Fuzzy lept into many mysterious ventures. At times Fuzzy would disappear from their sight. It was said that he would patter stealthily into some covert area of the forest, taking only his silky, little mink friend along with him. But one day, Fuzzy no longer showed interest in exploring the small forest, he had seen every corner long ago and needed a more vast and challenging forest to fathom. and so it happened that one day Fuzzy disappeared. There was no uproar among the animals at his departure, but a few of the wiser owls regretted the absence of Fuzzy as a loss of the character of the forest. -Sean and Alex lf it feels nice, don't think twice. -J .T. JOHN TROTT After seven years at Selwyn House, academics, soccer, football, hockey, rugby, tennis, squash teams, and several extracurricular activities, it all comes down to this last small reminder of a 1980 graduate. John will probably be best remembered for driving around in the 'Boat'. Thank you Selwyn House, it's been quite nice. Here are my parting words: Verily I say unto you- Though thy mind be like a crypt, Thy soul like the cold stone lintel above, Thy feelings like the dead ashes of the pyre within - Cheer up - It's Friday. DAVID WILLIAMS We have known David for thirteen years, and have been through a lot together. Despite his lengthy nine year stay at S.H.S., he has managed to preserve a level of sanity through careful adherence to a policy of passive resistance, particularly emphasizing the 'passive' element. Meanwhile, his search for other such great tmths - specifically, the meaning of life and whereabouts of his physics manual - continues indefinitely. -D.M. and D.L.B.