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H ai = > a 5 yg 54 Sh hE ol #5 gE. = tna fos al i nd " hi ' ALD IR Oh 0 ehlel JON GLORY, 3 A SE TE A ER pe SH SLE, HOPI La 'What | like most...is this family feeling.' by Christina McLean Mr. Musselman, Mr. Paisley, teachers, distinguished guests and fellow classmates. Welcome to the Commencement of 1987. Tonight is a very special evening for Cartwright High School, as students, teachers, parents and friends are brought together again. Now that we are secure in knowing, that we have received our gradua- tion diplomas, it is time to sit back, laugh and reminisce. After atten- ding a six room schoolhouse for five years, you can be sure that there will be tales to tell. My first recollection of Grade 9, is of walking into the principal's of- fice and gazing in amazement at a Rolling Stones poster hanging on the wall. Right away I thought this prin- cipal must be a very special, in- teresting and unique man. I was right. Not only was Mr. Paisley a very cool guy, but he was warm, understanding, and became a friend to us all. ogra # go iE It was a proud night for parents and friends of Cartwright High School graduates, and no one was prouder than principal Jim Musselman, Naturally, as grade nine students, we were subject to the hazards of in- itiation day. This was in the 'good old days" when the older students were allowed to plaster us with per- fume, eggs, toothpaste, make-up and shaving cream. Since we were covered with this stuff from head to toe, we found it difficult to recognize each other. I think it took George a week to clean up although the smell of perfume lingered a good while longer. It didn't take us long to get into the groove of high school life and we were soon well acquainted with our staff of eight teachers. Since these teachers taught us the same sub- jects year after year, and since they had the same students every year, I often wonder how they put up with us. All right then, I'll talk about the Math teacher who probably misses us the most. A typical Math class would be Joy and I eating rhubarb- strawberry pie, Diane giggling and Werry. shown here with this year's student council Cartwright High School held its annual Com- mencement Exercises last Saturday, November 7 at the Blackstock Recreation Centre. Above, the graduating Grade 13 class of '87: At front from left is Christine Bazarin, Glen Degeer, Whitehead. Diane Densmore, Laura Gardner, Nancy Green, or = acme Natalie Green, Kelly Hart, (and at back) Craig Hoskin, Pamela Keast, Leanne MacDonald, Don- na Mcintyre, Christina McLean, Tracy Staniland, Jay Van Camp, Joy Werry and Stephanie Nancy wondering how she only got 99 per cent on her exam. It also amazes me that Jay, who failed half of his tests in Grade 13, is now tak- ing accounting in college. Well Mr Ashton, they say miracles do happen! Mr. Fletcher, who probably has shares in outdoor Canada and Ducks Unlimited, was always in a jolly mood and his hearty laugh could be heard distinctly throughout the whole school. However, I think that this man had a sadistic side to him as well. During the sweltering months of May and June, for our gym class, Mr. Fletcher would make us jog to the quarter line. He, on the other hand, would be in his van, waving and smiling at us as he leisurely drove to the quarter line, where he would make sure we reached our destination. We were then forced to jog back to school, while he drove back. What a guy! In grade 10, most of us had Mr. Payne for a teacher. On Mondays president Claire MacKenzie, valedictorian 'Christina McLean and last year's president, Joy [yy ils, 4a --~---- PORT PERRY STAR -- Tuesday, November 10, 1987 -- 33 we diligently did our assignments while listening to Mr. Payne's ex: citing accounts of the weekend. Mr. Payne always had great stories to tell for he always went fishing, cross-country skiing and camping in the bush. Somedays we held debates and arguments in Mr. Payne's class. In these classes Eugene pondered the meaning of life while Christine and Laura were engaged in their cat fights. It seems that Chris did not approve of the magazine pictures that Laura was constantly inserting in her notebook. In grade 11, we bid a fond farewell to Mr. Paisley and Mr. Musselman became our new principal. As Mr. Musselman came from a much larger school, he probably thought that he had died and gone to Heaven. We were such an angelic group of students at Cartwright. Right, Sir? Grade 11 was the year that we went to Quebec with Miss Sheen. Even though the rooms were tacky and small, the meals were half- cooked, and someone got in trouble the first night there, we still had a great time. However, when we went skiing, Joy thought that it would be more exciting to tackle the 4,000 foot mountains on one ski, and to think that she was only a beginner! Miss Sheen was an excellent "French teacher. She was usually in a cheerful mood. We knew that Miss Sheen was upset when she gave us one icy glare. I know that Miss Sheen's look of disapproval was cast upon our french class the day we locked her out of the classroom, as well as the time of our French par- ty at her house when we re-arranged and redecorated her bathroom. Miss Sheen left our school to con- tinue her studies elswhere. Along came Miss Kesseler to the delight of the mate population of our school, especially Jay. Miss Kesseler was young at heart and we had a great time with her whether we were listening to her prized French records and singing "Mon Pays" or eating chocolate sundaes at Le Pap- - pillion. I can only recall Miss - Kesseler being angry once and this was the time that she had to yell at Donna three times. Yes, Donna, was asleep. Our Miss Congeniality of the school was exhausted from hopping around the school socializing. Speaking of socializing, it still! amazes me that all of our assemblies, speeches, and meetings were held in the lab and that it was quite possible for our whole student body to fit in one room. It was in this room that Mr. Scott taught us Physics. He told us a story about go- ing to university. He could not decide whether he wanted to be a teacher or an actor. In the long run he decided to be a teacher so he could act at the same time. Well this is party true because Mr. Scott loved to tell jokes - his favourites were the ones that con- tained ironic puns. Even though some of Mr. Scott's jokes were cor- ny or not funny at all, we laughed at them anyway, so as to not hurt his feelings. English probably took up half of our time in high school due to the workload Mrs. Van Camp piled on us, and personally, I think that she thrived on this. However, I am sure that Mrs. Van Camp had her hands full marking Steve's stories which were always gorey and had the "Rambo" touch to them. In her classes, Mrs. Van Camp made us do a lot of acting and we had to write our own skits. It was hilarious when Stephanie and Donna came attired in leotards and shorts to class or ring, as it was at the. time, and began to wrestle and fight on the floor. Believe -me, they put Hulk Hogan and Rowdy Roddy Piper to shame. Mrs. Van Camp also organized many of the school trips. Cartwright Valedictorian address 1987 Now when most students think of school trips, they put this under the category of leisure time. If this is so, then will someone please tell me why is it that when we went on a trip with Mrs. Van Camp, we ended up running a 20 mile marathon in downtown Toronto? Last year, after a trip while waiting at the GO-train station, a man kept pushing Mrs. Van Camp. | am sure he mistook her for Jane Fonda. Mrs. Van Camp, anxious to get rid of this guy, looked at us, all 20 of us, and said "These are all my children." At that exact moment, Mr. Ashton walked around the corner only to hear us all cry out "Hi, Dad!" You can be sure that poor Mr. Ashton didn't know what was going on. [ am being honest when I say that we had a very interesting class. At school, Natalie could be found eating junk food in the morning while preparing our skipathon event. Craig could be found chewing on his pen and reading Auto Mechanic books, Pam could be found at home and Glen, alias Harry, £0 Id be found terrorizing the streets of Blackstock in his blue truck. What a class! Many of us were involved in extra- curricular activities, the main one being plays. However, Jeff, Scott and Stephanie must have thought that their play practises were bor- ing because half the time they would be wabbit hunting in Little Egypt. I think that there are many ad- vantages in attending a small school. For instance, our entire Grade 13 class was either on the stu- dent council or involved in some way. Thus, sometimes we missed classes as we were either busy sor- ting fruit, organizing fun days, or as in Tracy's case, racing across the country, trying to locate a D.J .Kel- ly, who could sometimes be rebellious, was quite angry one day when she discovered that we were going to be admonished for decorating at the hall when we were supposed to be in class. Kelly's favourite mandate was, "Well, they can't expell us all'™ Being in a small school also solves a lot of problems. For instance, when you go on a school trip and one of the buses breaks down, what do you do? Well, climb aboard the other bus of course. What I like the most about Cart- wright High School is this "family feeling' that everyone talks about, and yes, it does exist. There is no distinction between grades as the grade 9's chum with the grade 13's and the grade 10's chum with 12's. Since our school is so small everyone has the opportunity to get involved. You can be on the Year- book committee, you can curl, join choir, Outer's club, or Ski club. We are also fortunate to have a dedicated staff. After having the same teacher for four or five years, this teacher will know your weaknesses as well as your strength, and will be ready to help you at anytime. As you can see, this is a very unique school. Tonight we have graduated with the knowledge and fond memories of this very special school. Although we are leaving our high school years behind us and going our separate ways, there are bonds of friendship that will never be broken. To my friends, I would like to say thank you for giving me the honour of saying these words tonight. I wish you happiness and success in your future endeavours, Thank you WEDDING INVITATIONS and Accessories PORT PERRY STAR 235 Queen Street Port Perry 985-7383 1 L a uM a a a Ea a a -l