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oO -------- fo Am SS a a Ee pe AI ET I ----" niet Those back to school blues Remember when you were eight? I'd rather be sailing Look familiar? How many times have YOU sat in the back row of a humidity-rich classroom, bored out of your skull, dreaming about freedom? a School isn't always a bore, even the kids have to admit that sometimes. Above, a smiling teacher and student share the fine art of rhythm. (From page 14) magic 3 p.m. And I certainly don't miss gym class, where all the girls had to wear ugly blue bloomers with their names em- broidered on the back. And remember in grade seven, in the change room, when every other girl (or so it seemed) had a training bra, and YOU DIDN'T? Even worse, rem- ember how the stupid teacher would always make the girls gym class jog by the boys gym class, allowing the boys we had crushes on to see us in our blue bloomers, Remember PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, Sept. 10, 1985 -- 15 how ugly, a fate worse than death" But I do miss playing euchre in the cafeteria, tossing our mom's lov-. ingly made lunches in the nearest trash and buying french fries, and the food fight which gave the entire school a deten- tion. Well, actually I don't miss the detentions. Last Friday afternoon it all came flooding back when I spent an hour or so at Cartwright Central Public School, sneaking through the halls and classrooms taking pic- tures of the kids and teachers in action. lining up around the teacher's desk while he or she crystalized RUSH HOUR! The halls of every school are deathly quiet until the bell goes, unleashing a torrent of laughing, chatting, And although the girls don't wear bloomers anymore and the students are talking about Motley Crue and Hulk Hogan rather than David Cassidy or the Osmonds, things are basically the same since I went to school. Every once in a while I read newspaper ar- ticles about how todays' kids are different, somehow hardened to the world around them, spoiled and uneducated, but I haven't seen much evidence of any of that in my travels. And believe me, once the year is in full swing, I'm visiting one school o another about three times a week taking pictures of winn- ing teams, public speak- ing winners and science fair geniuses. So I really don't have to mis.. school after all. problems you never quite understood before? giggling students on their way to lockers, lunches, school buses and points unknown.