St Johns Kilmarnock School - Eagle Yearbook (Breslau, Ontario Canada)

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Finally she jerks around and begins to run, as well as one can run down the aisle of a DC- 10 airplane. When she reaches the stewardess she is shaking uncontrollably and out of breath. She grabs the women by the shoulders and begins her speech. “You have got to listen to me. I’m not making this up. There is a very strange man on this plane, and very dangerous. I’ve been watching him since I got on the plane, and, he’s got a, a . . .’’ She breaks off. Thinking back through the last little while, she tries to recall what proof she has. ‘The watch!’ “Yes,’’ Janet speaks again. “He’s got a watch and he took it out of his pocket and he’s drinking water and he stares out the window and he wrings his hands and when he’s not wringing them, he drums his fingers ...” Janet stops again, looks at the stewardess and waits for the voice to help her. It’s gone. The stewardess looks understanding, although she has no idea what Janet is raving about. She offers to walk Janet back to her seat. “No thank-you,” Janet utters in a soft-drained voice, “I just have to go to the washroom and then I’ll go sit down.” Janet goes into the compartment. The stench of toilet cleaner wafts up her nostrils as she sobs and gasps in confusion. As she stands in the head, she is thankful that she had false suspicions, but tries to figure out an explanation for the little voice inside her head. Of course she has no idea that she had just conversed with fear. Illogical fear. When Janet gets back to her seat and sits down, stepping on the remaining shreds of kleenex. The stewardess comes and asks Janet if she would like anything. “Scotch on the rocks please.” When she gets to Florida she will share this in- credible story over more than a few drinks with her friend. Then she will take a bus home. EPILOGUE Saturday morning as Janet flipped through a local newspaper while basking in the warm sun, a headline caught her eye . . . PLANE CRASHES IN THE GULF OF MEXICO A plane blew up in the sky over the gulf of Mexico yesterday afternoon. No survivors have been found. It is thought that all passengers were killed in the explosion or drowned. The Air Canada flight 503 departed from Toronto Pearson International Airport early yesterday morning. It had a stop over in Miami. Official believe that this is where the terrorist got off the plane. It is believed that a bomb brought down the plane halfway between Miami and Mexico. Inspectors have no leads . . . 100

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Janet of her Grandfather. She cannot hear the skin sliding but she can feel it. The man turns and, to Janet ' s surprise, asks for a drink of water. She can ' t help but watch the man. She doesn’t think of it at the time, but he takes her mind off her unabated fears. Her imagination begins to take over, asking her alot of questions. ‘Who is this man? Where is he going? Why is he on the plane?’ ‘You know why!’ ‘Who said that?’ ‘I did. You know he’s got a bomb. Why are you avoiding the obvious?’ Janet looks around to make sure no one has heard her talking to herself and realizes that it all went on in her head. She only thinks of it as a bit strange. ‘He’s got a bomb and you are on the plane that he is going to blow up.’ ‘Are you afraid?’ Janet becomes afraid. Her fear comes from the realization that she is on a plane, that she is very afraid of flying, and that a voice in her head is talking to her. She shakes her head to clear the jumble of thoughts and is once again able to focus on the man. ‘Killer.’ ‘Man.’ ‘Killer.’ She focuses on him and sees that he is still wringing his hands. His half empty glass of water wavers in front of him as the plane hits a little turbulence. Janet almost screams as she feels the minute jolt in her seat. Her eyes fill with tears, but she blinks them back and fixes her sight on the man once again. He wrings his dry hands, sips his water, wrings his hands, takes another sip. ‘He wrings his hands because he is nervous, and sips his water because his mouth is dry. Maybe he dislikes flying as much as I do.’ ‘Of course he is nervous. He’s got to plant a bomb on this plane. H e is going to extinguish alot of lives. Of course he is nervous.’ Janet’s eyes are glued on the man. Fear engulfs her as she takes off his coat. ‘He’s getting the bomb.’ ‘This plane is stuffy, my coat is off too.’ With his jacket off, he reaches into his pocket. Janet now has to go to the washroom. ‘Hold it, you’ll be dead soon anyway.’ ‘He’s only digging in his pocket. Maybe he needs kleenex.’ With the thought of kleenex, Janet looks at her hands. The piece of tissue has crumpled and small pieces are scattered on the floor. She looks back at the man. ‘Killer!’ ‘Man!’ ‘Killer!’ As his hand comes out of his pocket, she sees black and a flash of silver. Her body tingles, physically reacting to her fear. The black and silver is a digital watch that he casually puts on his thick wrist. It is a good thing Janet is sitting down. All strength runs out of her legs for momentary relief. Then the little voice steals the moment. ‘Don’t be foolish. Terrorists wear watches. Besides, it’s not even a watch, that’s a bomb. He is going to die with the other three hundred and eighty-nine people on this plane. He is wearing your death warrant on his wrist.’ ‘Go away!’ With his watch fastened, he begins to drum his fingers. They thump on the armrest. Each thump becomes a ticking in Janet’s ears, amplified and echoing in her head. Each tick strikes another key of fear deep inside Janet. She still has to go to the bathroom. ‘You are going to die soon, you may as well be comfortable. Go quickly. That bomb is ticking away the minutes of your life.’ ‘Perhaps I should tell someone. Maybe they can turn the bomb off. ’ Janet squeezes her eyes shut. ‘It’s bad enough that I’m sitting down in a plane, but to stand up and walk somewhere is my greatest fear and is really too much to ask.’ ‘Then just sit here and wait.’ ‘No, I’m going to tell somebody. Right now!’ Janet counts to ten in her head, sums up all her courage, and clears her thoughts. She unbuckles her seat belt and grasps the back of the seat in front of her. She pulls herself up on unsteady legs and looks around. She can still see the man. That makes her even more nervous. She walks up the aisle of the plane to where the washrooms are, as well as the flight attendants. She glances at the man as she passes. He is looking at her. His eyes seem to pierce into her, like they know what she is about to do. Janet is frozen like a hare on the road, staring into the headlights of an oncoming car.

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SCIENCE FAIR Every year in April the school holds a Science Fair. Judging is usually done by University of Waterloo Science Pro- fessors and a few alumni. This year we had a spectacular show. There are five basic categories in which a student could compete: Life Science, Physical Science, Engineering, Earth Science, and Computer Math. Our senior winners this year were: Grade LIFE SCIENCE PHYSICAL SCIENCE ENGINEERING 9-10 1. N. Martin 1. K. Haberstroh G. McDonald 2. N. Chiasson 2. A. Charlebois 3. S. Fairfield 3. K. Robertson 4. V. Maharaj 4. B. Hambly J. Kelleher 11-13 1 . P. Bryden 1. M. Robinson 1. K. Hodgetts 2. C. Simard 2. C. Larkner 2. S. Gardiner 3. C. Robertson 3. P. Kingdon K. Scheifele 4. A. Peppier 4. C. Ling CONGRATULATIONS WINNERS!! 101