Summit Pacific College - Call Yearbook (Abbotsford, British Columbia Canada)

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FACULTY IN ACTIUN i E! HHIIIIIFFFIIYF Rev. Morrison President 44 Rev. Walker Wi. Rev. Wright Dean of Education Rev. Watts Mrs. Wright Rev. Pendray Rev. Jeske Miss Gerard Miss Clemo Rev. Howells

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t 96 040 ee D Q i XE! !- A if gi 3 By Cathy Cruger All of a sudden I was awake. My eyes pierced the blanket of darkness that engulfed me to search out the offender. Immediately my ears became alert to any unfamiliar sounds. But there was silence except for my roommates' heavy breathing in sleep, mingled with the constant ticking of time pieces. Outside, the continuous rapping of rain played its unmelodious tune on the windows. l tried to sleep, but sleep was nowhere to be found. It seemed like an eternity before a faint glimmer of light began to filter through the windows of the dorm. Someone turned over in restless sleep. Some- one sighed. Then a boisterous clammer penetrated the air, causing a dozen sleepyleyed girls to crawl reluctantly from their beds. A day at Western Pentecostal Bible College had begun. To get ready for the day, one must listen to the bedlam of chatter and laughter combined with the squeaking of beds, babbling of water, rustling of curtains and clothes, and the groaning of drawers under pressure. However, they subside after an hour, and only the soft shuffle of many pairs of feet can be heard as they make their way to the dining hall. f N4 xi! fd' after ,, .. 68 Sound Track of WPB I g I 4.5. i fJ Aw e V 7 Wife i ll! i. ll- ' 1 X P M x. Breakfast, like most meals, is a composition played in minors. Voices rise and fall like the ocean against a rocky shoreline. Dishes clang together in high soprano, while chairs scrape out the bass. An occasional fork will clink in tenor as it falls to the floor. The alto part is carried by the pots and pans as they are scrubbed unmercifully in the kitchen. The director of this choir , the hostess, is situated at the head table. The members immediately give heed to any ping from that direction. If one walks down the hall fifteen minutes after breakfast, he will hear a strain of a familiar hymn coming from the direction of the chapel. The morning service has begun. Praise, testimonies, and a message by one of the students make up their daily meeting with the Lord. Chapel is followed by a small sample of thunder as students ascend the stairway to their classes. Within the classrooms, one is met with the harsh scrape of chairs, the soft rustle of paper, and a stream of voices-voices belonging to a group of young people gathered to study earnestly in order to fulfil God's will in their lives. However, the voices cease as the lecture begins. For the remainder of the period the professor carries the lead, accompanied by a bee that has found his way through an opened window. Dinner is played in the same key as breakfast. lt too is followed by a series of classes or study time. At 5:20 the bell is rung for supper and again the clammer of over a hundred hungry students fill the air. At the close of the meal the tempo is changed to largo as a student leads in devotions. Evening falls, and the remaining hours of the day are switched to rubato as everybody finds a place to study. At nine o'clock when the bell rings again many of the young people gather in the nook or retire for the night. Once again I find myself listening to the tunes of the night. Slowly they fade in the distance.

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