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The Durham Rama and Mara Plowing Association held its annual awards banquet in Blackstock last Friday evening. Some of the award winners were as follows. From left: Helen Herrema, accepting the Mayors and Reeves award for Gary Herrema; Tina Molenaar, Queen SF pT 5 Heather Timbers of Uxbridge and Barry DeGeer of Mt. Albert were winners of several trophies as the Plowing Association held its awards banquet on Friday evening. Heather won the Joe Tran Memorial trophy, the youngest plow-person award, and the Hugh Baird special 1 award. Barry won the Wm. Scott Trophy, the Ar- of the Furrow; Jim Molenaar, winner of the open plowing class; Herb Jarvis, winner of the three furrow category and Brian DeGeer, winner of the Guaranty Trust trophy for best plowing at the match held this fall. mour McMillan Special award, a pen and pencil set, courtesy of Bill Ballinger MPP, and first place in the class three plowing event. Nice work by these two plowing enthusiasts. competitions and lan McFadden for the best finish. r Commencement (From page 31) tle "PRINCIPAL," however, our Mr. Morrison not only administrates our school he also taught biology classes, oversaw the refurbishing of the library, among many other things. As student council members, we found that he gave us his trust and confidence. Although we an- noyed him with our trivialities on a daily basis, I'm certain we can laugh about our differences now. We will get snow sculptures back, won't we!? To those of you who did not have the chance to know Mr. Morrison, I recommend you read his message in the yearbook and you will realize the pride he has in us, the student body and our school. Before I leave the topic of the ad- ministrative aspect of the school I would also like to thank each of the secretaries for always being plea- sant when actually they were ready to throttle us for forgetting to sign in again. And the custodians, for without them, our school just could not function cleanly. To return briefly to a comment on our teachers, I would like to add one last remark. I remember about a month ago I stopped to run some er- rands and I was overwhelmed by the heart-warming response I received from the teachers when I walked into the office. They crowd- ed around and bombarded me with questions about school. Thank-you again teachers for caring and being so sincere, it was a wonderful feel- ing to know we're not forgotten. This concern is what school spirit is all about. It is not something that is just talked about, but something that heightens with experience. And each year certain dedicated in- dividuals take it upon themselves to help keep that school spirit alive!! Special mention goes out to Chris Solar and Mandy Martin for one of the best yearbooks ever. Lisa James and Kari Townsend for a "fan- tastiatical"" At Home and Jeff Ireland and Laura Dobson for their outstanding athletic spirit and ability. Throughout the year, if we weren't TOO busy studying we managed to squeeze in a little time for many of the activities our school had to offer us. Such events as the first dance, foreign child collections, assemblies and our stuffed animal fundraiser could not be a success without the enthusiastic support from our student body. Now let's take a jaunt back in time and recall our senior year the way it was: September was a busy month fill- ed with post-vacation blues and fading tan-lines. October saw the revival of the Halloween assembly, starring Knob and Bo in their own modelling show. November we heated up for the first regional air- band contest and December we spent many a short night rehearsing for our Christmas (W) rap starr- ing...our own '"'tree wouddie" and all his Rockin' Christmas Presents. This assembly also marked the beginning of Randy's new image as he warmed the hearts of us all with his "delightful" version of Jungle 'Bells. And then just when school spirit was starting to hop, THEY came. Yes, I can still recall the day, the morning, there had been talk of them but nobody really wanted to hear. I can remember the lull that came over the classrooms when our teachers dropped them on our desk. No it wasn't carnations, not yet. THEY were the dreaded exam timetables. Yes the evil word "ex- am' was lurking everywhere. Seniors began to scramble frantical- ly to Sol's house and parents watch- ed in disbelief as their once sweet, innocent children turned into fulfledged REBELS. Yes it was a critical time for all but we surviv- ed and we did it, TOGETHER! Well now that exams were over, Lanny started counting the days to March Break. And as February rolled around, with it came our annual Carnation Day. The halls were fill- ed with prancing cupids and beautiful carnations imported from all over the country. And then the sunshine came. No not March Break yet, but our winter carnival. Our Teen In The Sun was a great warm- up to spring break. If you didn't manage to get away for a holiday, you probably did manage to get to the tanning salon. And still arrived back at school with a grin on your face. Not because you had a wonder- ful vacation but because your tan only cost you ten dollars. Then April came and with it the explosion of lights, the roar of the crowd and our own Billy Idol on this very stage. Yes, it was the premier of the first regional air-band contest! May ar- rived all too quickly with the final preparations of our annual At Home well under way. An enchanting and memorable evening was had by all. Before we knew it June was here and our senior year was over. And although we left with smiles on our faces there were tears in our hearts as we cleaned out our lockers for the very last time. We said our good- byes and commencement seemed so far away when we would all be together again. Now that the even- ing is here it seems like just yester- day when we were all scrambling to finish our independent study essays. Before I conclude my speech there is one last pair of individuals I'd like to mention. When we were little our parents always made us sit down at the dinner table and tell them what we did at school. And of course being the wonderful children we were we would recap the days events right down to the last detail. We were always so eager to please our parents. But then something happened, as we began to grow up we started to evolve a life of our own and we began setting goals for ourselves. The supper-table talks became shorter and less frequent, fewer and far between. But in our frenzy of growing up we forgot one _thing---our parents never stopped asking or caring. And now that I have gone away to school I have realized just how important their love and encouragement is. Thanks mom and dad for always being there, especially these last few months. The adjustment to univer- sity is not an easy one, but I'm trying. Each day of our lives is like a page in a book, upon graduating from high school we have just finished another chapter in our life. And like any good book you want to keep reading and experience everything it has to offer you. Tonight is not just the end of this chapter but the begin- ning of a new one. And I hope the support we have received from such a fine community, helpful teachers, close friends and parents has given Each day of our lives is like a page in a book, upon graduating from high school we have just finished another chapter in our life. And like any good book you want to keep reading and experience everything it has to offer you. Tonight is not just the end of this chapter but the begin- ning of a new one. And I hope the support we have received from such a fine community, helpful teachers, close friends and parents has given each of us the confidence to look ahead with no regrets. And now I'd like to leave you with at least one meaningful thought - to borrow from Shakespeare: "We are such stuff as dreams are made of' but according to the Vancouver Sun, don't forget The stuff that dreams are made of usually comes out of the refrigerator around midnight. HERES TO THE BEST OF TIMES, AND ALL TIMES!! Thankyou, goodnight.