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PCHS Focus: Issue 2 |
Editors:
Sara Murphy
Steven Faguy
Jacky Drouin
We got a lot of feedback from the last issue we sent out. Actually, we had to bribe some of the students to get their opinion on what we wrote. In the end, we came up with two conclusions: one, everybody loves to see their name in print, and secondly, that our newspaper wasn't diverse enough (we only wrote about what we knew).
That was basically one big slap in the face.
First of all, we should point out that everyone is free to write for this paper. You have an opinion, view, poem or short story that you would like other people to read, this is the place to come. We won't turn you down. In fact, we like hearing what you have to say. And doesn't this make sense for us to write about what we know?
Secondly, this is not the classified. We're not Teleconnect and we're not going to print your ads. I don’t care if you are tall, have blue eyes, sandy blond hair, like long walks on the beach, seeing scary movies and are searching for someone to spend eternity with. Sheesh, Leo, give it up. Go out with Kate already.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this issue more than you did the last.
As an editor of our school newspaper, the P.C.H.S. Focus, I depend on your support in order to publish something worth reading. So far this year, we have only published one issue.
We, the editors, apologize for the very long delay in the coming of our second issue. Although we had planned to have four issues throughout the year, we have not received enough articles from both committees within the school or even our readers, to have published when we had hoped to. Over the lengthy delay between issues, we have been able to accumulate enough to have prepared for you our second and final issue.
We hope that you will enjoy this issue, filled with a variety of happenings from the last few months.
We also hope that you, our readers, realize that without your articles, stories, comics, illustrations and other submissions, the variety of topics within our newspaper is limited and almost impossible for us to publish a newspaper for you.
On Friday, February 20th, the grads celebrated their annual Principal's Ball at Buffet Olympia. It was one of the most successful in a long time. Almost the entire graduating class was there and everyone looked great. There was dining and dancing all night long, including our very own teachers and administration. We all had a great time. We'd like to thank the entire faculty, who took the time to be there with us that night, and all the students (sec. 4 included) who helped make the night a success. We hope everyone had fun and we can’t wait to see you again at the Prom.
On May 25, 1998, the yearbook’s third deadline was met successfully, with the layouts of the administration, teachers and grad pages.
Currently, the layouts of the committees, sports and grad ceremonies are being done. Thanks to all those who submitted patron ads and business ads.
S.A.D.D. week was back again. This year it was the week of the 27th of April.
Wednesday, all the grads assembled in the auditorium to listen to guest speakers talk about drinking and driving. We had an insurance woman and a former student of P.C. who were talking about legal consequences of driving under the influence. There were also movies seen.
At lunch, there was an obstacle course in the caf to have some fun with S.A.D.D. Any grad who volunteered had to run the obstacle course and the winner got cool prizes.
Despite our desire to contribute to helping our environment, student support has been little to none, and we were therefore unable to function as a committee. Hopefully next year, things will be better...
Cupid's Arrow, the Valentine's Dance took place on February 6, 1998. Unfortunately the dance did not result as good as the dance committee had hoped. There were a few problems associated with the guests that attended the dance. On a happier note, during the week of the dance, the two dance committee heads, Maria & Adriana organized two contests. The Sweetheart contest, which took place two days prior to the dance, P.C. students were asked to hand in a request, and the dance committee chose the sweetest request. The winner of the contest was Nick, a middle school student, who requested "My Heart Will Go On". The second contest was the Cutest Couple, Maria & Adriana chose the cutest couple during one of the slow songs, the winner was a Sec. IV student who won a $20 certificate at Famous Players. The Dance committee would like to thank all the teachers who supervised, and ask any student who would like to work at the next dance to see the committee heads. The dance committee would also like to specifically thank Mrs. Wilkinson for all her work, time and effort. Thanks Mrs. Wilkinson.
Chaos reigned throughout the rather hectic weeks before the performance. However, all acts came together just on time and all models and crew members managed to pull off a fantastic, spell-bounding show.
Students who participated in this event were from Sec. IV and V. The Models were: Dominique Bourcier, Lynn Donaghy, Shivani Gajusingh, Rowena Gonzales, Michelle Harrison, Angelene Pagalunan, Maria Paredes, Lisa Romano, Lisa Schmidt, Maria Triassi, Monica Wehlan, Alysia Yip-Hoi, Patrick Duchemin, Rene Hidalgo, Sammy Lampala, Marco Leo, Nick Nitti, Mark-Philip Pereira, Jason Paseli, Jason Pollard, Renato Rispoli, Stacey St-Jean, Mike Trainor and Mario Ventura.
The Masters of Ceremony were Lauren Hogan, Vickie Kuchlein, Kelly Matthews and Jason Moldovan, who managed to captivate their audience. Our stylish models showed off fashions from stores such as Foot Locker, Bedo and Roots.
Pre-show jitters were quickly shaken off by everyone getting their mind off the show completely. Throughout the hall "Money that’s All I Want" was heard being sung.
Show time! Once again there was chaos, models were running around trying to fix their clothes and hair, and crew members were making last minute changes. Once the music started to play, the scenes just flowed smoothly, one after the other.
The show was stupendous for a first time show in many years. A special thanks to everyone in backstage, lighting, coordinators, etc. whose hard work and dedication made this show possible, and to Mrs. Evans, the head coordinator.
The annual PC Christmas Concert, held on Wednesday, Dec. 10 at 7:30 p.m. in the auditorium, was a huge success, entertaining a crowd of 600 people for over two hours with everything from old Christmas favorites to jazz to classical. Thanks to everyone who came.
The Christmas Concert helped generate some much needed funds for the Music Department: over $1500! Before the concert, there was absolutely no money for instrument repair or purchase, and more money is still needed. Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Riley are currently looking for additional fundraising ideas. If you have any, please let them know. We need your support.
The PCHS School Band played at the music concert on December 10th, and it was a hit. With a group of about thirty people, we stirred up the crowd. The School Band, led by Mrs. Miller, ended the concert very well, playing Farondole, Chariots of Fire, and Dance of the Reed Flutes.
The School Band has been around for two years and we have learned many pieces thanks to the hard work of Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Riley. The band is comprised of all kinds of instruments, and anyone who can play an instrument is welcome. We practice Wednesdays after school in the music room.
We have played at many concerts and there are many more to come. We hope to participate in a tournament of school bands.
The school Jazz Band has been together for over 4 months now. Our practices are Mondays at junior lunch and Thursdays after school. During this short time, we have learned so much, but we still have a long way to go! Our Jazz Band is working hard and recently played at the Christmas Concert (in which I think we did great) and in a special concert for the Sec. II students on Friday, December 19th. At both, we played "Band Room Riff", "Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue", and "Dixieland Blues". In "Dixieland Blues", Christine Biron, Eric Lord, and Adam DiFulvio all played solos. We are also going to be playing in a festival on the South Shore in the spring.
The Jazz Band is composed of saxophones (alto and tenor), trumpets, trombones, baritones, and drums. Many types of music come from jazz, such as R&B, funk, blues, and acid jazz. When you think of jazz, you probably think of episodes of "The Simpsons" where Lisa Simpson plays the saxophone, but I found it to be much more! It's fun and interesting with an up-beat swing. We usually play songs from the 1930s to the 1970s. It's different and a little change is not always bad!
So keep your ears open and your eyes watching because we are up and running and not looking back!
The Canadians Against the Commercial Seal Hunt would like to thank all of our group members thus far. Though many believe that joining this group won't make a difference, our support is important. This group exists all across Canada, with many adult supporters. This group now needs teens to speak up. Our future, our decision, right? All of our activities are funded and supported, so come and give us new ideas. The harp seal is 2 to 3 years away from extinction in Canada. If we don't help soon, it will be too late, and another creature will only exist in our history books. The hunting season for seals is approaching, so we must act now. For all those who don't completely understand our cause, the premier of Newfoundland restarted the commercial seal hunt when the cod industry collapsed. He stated that the seals consumed 99% of the cod fish to encourage the hunt. In truth, only 1-3% of the fish were consumed by the seals. The main predator of the cod fish is human kind. $3.5 million of our tax dollars go into this seal hunt with no profit margin, and only 150 full-time jobs are created by the hunt. Our voice must be heard if this group is going to stop. Too many baby seals under a year old are being slaughtered. They need your help. They are having much difficulty reproducing since they only reach sexual maturity at six years of age. So please, help them survive!
Our annual adventure on skis took place at Le P'tit Bonheur from February 18th to 20th, 1998. It was organized by the school for our secondary II students. It was a fun and memorable trip, and we were all fortunate to be able to absorb the warmth and French culture at Le P'Tit Bonheur.
Most of the students got quite a good workout, skiing between 9 and 10 hours. We were supervised by Pierrefonds Comprehensive teachers N. Limoges, Ms. Miller, Mrs. Minotti, Mr. Cairns and the ski instructors at Le P'Tit Bonheur.
Other activities organized for the students (to keep us moving and warm) were tubing, where all you heard was laughter from the tiny bodies scattered all over the hill; skating and broomball, which became a little messy when a full-fledged snowball fight broke out; and the rally in which we decoded clues in French.
The second and final evening, each cabin put together skits, songs and dances for a variety show "emcee'd" by the camp's instructors. It was a success, thanks to all the lively performances.
The trip was great and I'm sure students and teachers alike will treasure the many fond memories. I can still see the image of a lively N. Limoges in the morning who was able to wake us all up (too early!) with a large smile on his face.
The trip was fun, thanks to our teachers, who really knew how to keep us going, and of course, the fun loving instructors at Le P'Tit Bonheur who were always there to make us smile.
After a year that seemed to be promising and ended up being a total disappointment with only a total medal count of seven, track and field athletes are ready to forget and move on to set new goals for this season. In the past, P.C.H.S. was feared by many high schools on the Island of Montreal, being the center of the track and field scene, but due to cutbacks on the sports department and with the departure of great athletes such as Melissa MacIntyre and "the Asian Connection" consisting of Desmond Gaughan, Kenji Le, Tommy Flores, Richard Fausto and Delton Yumol, like other P.C. sports teams, they are finding themselves in a downward spiral. The "Trojans" no longer strike fear in the face of their opponent when entering the track premise but instead are greeted with silent mocking laughter and people that ask "What school is that?" The title for high school sports giant now belongs to Lindsay Place, a school that supports their athletic department 100%.
For team spokesperson Jason Moldovan, who will make his fifth season, a lack of school support to the students does not surprise him.
"Their mentality is that investing money in sports is a waste, but it's not."
Moldovan, who last year accomplished in getting an outdoor track and field team was denied last November the request for having an indoor track and field team due to the school's budget. This has been the third consecutive year that P.C.H.S. has denied an indoor team, leaving the students with a loss of school spirit and an abundance of time on their hands. "It seems that the school is only interested in programs that will make a profit for them, I’m talking money wise." Moldovan said. "Their mentality is that investing money in sports is a waste, but it's not. Investing money in sports will increase the students' morale, allowing them to learn responsibility, respect, team work, dealing with nerves, and most importantly learning leadership." That's what Moldovan says is lacking in the classroom and to him is why more students find themselves with problems and starting bad habits.
"Why smoke [cigarette] butts when you could be smoking [opponents] butts on the track?"
Unlike last year, Moldovan hopes that the athletes look back and reflect on their past performance and realize that they should have prepared harder. "Last year was a bit of a slack. We had bad relay exchanges in both Juvenile and Midget categories and some people didn't want to run the laps at practice, like 'the train' (Mike Trainor)" These poor practice habits might be a thing of the past.
Everyone was hyped for this year’s season. Enrollment in sports seems to grow every year and is the highest in any interscholastic sport at Pierrefonds Comprehensive High School. With 60% of last year's team consisting of this year's grads, the future seems bleak for the sport after this season is over. "Who knows what will happen next year," said Moldovan. "Delton, Desmond and Melissa did what they had to do for the sport. I know I did my share for the sport, now the question is who will take my place and step up to the challenge once I leave."
This year, P.C.'s Physical Education Department has generously offered our students 2 different lunchtime activities, the ever popular co-ed volleyball and co-ed soccer.
Co-ed volleyball, organized by Mrs. McClemens and Mrs. Prieur, has been a longtime favorite of sec. IV and V students. There has never been a lack of students to participate, and every game, regardless of which teams are playing is always full of intense, exciting and well-skilled plays.
Co-ed soccer, a student-organized event, has only been around for the past 2 years. It's not as organized as volleyball, but those who do play always have fun. On behalf of the students of P.C.H.S., a big thank you to the Phys. Ed. Department for letting us use the gymnasium at lunchtime, and for taking the time to supervise us!
What would P.C.H.S. sports be without its girls badminton...
Again this year we had three teams: bantam, midget and open, made up of strong, determined players who had a successful season, playing in more than ten matches in a series of several tournaments.
In the end, our bantam team brought home two GMAA silver medals from both the team and individual finals.
Congratulations to all team members and special thanks to Mrs. Prieur, our coach.
Think of Atari Teenage Riot (ATR) as the opposite of "mainstream". Basically what they looked at was popular and went in the opposite direction. ATR is a Digital Hard-core band (named after Digital Hard-core Recordings). Digital Hard-core is a new brand of music which is made up basically of Hard-core Punk and Techno with a little bit of Hip Hop and Industrial.
The band is made up of three members from Germany: Hanin Elias, a girl from Damascus who does a majority of the vocals, Carl Crack, a man originally from Swaziland who is the DJ of the band, and there is finally Alec Empire who is the founder of the group and does some vocals and is the programmer (he is also the founder of Digital Hard-core Recordings).
Many people just think that ATR are just a bunch of young people screaming at the top of their lungs in angst, but their music has a deep message to it. They preach out to the public about the corruption and conspiracies of governments, but their main message is to end Neo-Nazi movements. Their first single was called Hunt Down the Nazis, this single was banned from many stores, because of its controversial contents.
On Sunday, November 23, ATR played Montreal's Cabaret on St-Laurent Street. It was supposed to start at 8:30 but it started around 9:00 and it ended at midnight.
It was the best show I’ve ever been to. It was a little strange because there were three types of people who came to see the show: there were the Punks, the Goths, the Ravers, and then there was me.
They started off the show with one of their best songs entitled "Deutschland (Has Gotta Die)", as soon as they came on the crowd went wild and it continued through the whole show. They played all their best songs including my favorites "Sick to Death", and "Into the Death", these songs can be found on their double LP called Burn Berlin Burn.
Towards the end of the show I managed to reach the stage and actually got in it. They then got off the stage and moments later came back on for their encore. They sang "No Remorse (And I Want To Die)" which you can find on Spawn, and "Start the Riot". I was crouching on the stage close to the edge and during "Start The Riot", the crowd went insane and someone grabbed my leg from underneath me and I fell on my back, still being on stage. Hanin then helped me up off my back and danced with me for about a minute. Never before have I got so close to a band while performing. I was less than a foot away from Alec Screaming on the floor, and he would put his hand on my head to climb onto the speakers.
Opening for them were two other Digital Hard-core bands from Germany. The first band was Ec8tor, they ere amazing and reminded me a lot of ATR, and the second band was Shizuo and in my opinion they were garbage. I have to say those three hours were the best hours of my life.
If you like punk and techno I do suggest you get ATR's Bern Berlin Burn, you can get it sometimes at HMV in Fairview, but it's rare. They have numerous copies of it at HMV and Sam the Record Man located downtown.
When the words "destruction" and "riot" appear on your ticket, it's not surprising that the show would be anything but passive. On Nov. 23, Ec8tor, Shizuo and Atari Teenage Riot played before a crowd of 300 at the cabaret with music that was loud and powerful with harsh, in-your-face lyrics.
Obviously, the bands wanted to get a reaction, and the crowd happily obliged with techno moves, crowd surfing and moshing in the purist, most animal-like form.
However, I never really got the chance to partake in the Anti-Nazi merriments. I'm not that short (I'm the average height, according to Statistics Canada - whatever that is), but place me in a crowd full of tall, hyper people, I'm not really able to see sharp metal objects flying towards my head. Thus, the night came to a short painful end, in the emergency room.
But despite the large bump on my head, several things remained clear, this show was everything that music could be, proving that music has no age, no limits and when used correctly, can smack you down, shake you up and make you cry like a baby.
Is it Zac de la Rocha that plays for Hanson, or is he the other guy, the one in Rage Against the Machine? If you have trouble telling the two band members apart, don't worry, you're not alone.
Each year, millions of die hard R.A.T.M. fans pick up those CDs at HMV and are forced to listen to moronic songs, about how flowers grow while teenybops all across America are being crushed in mosh pits because they expected 3 blond clones on stage.
This madness has got to stop, and Focus, being a newspaper that wants to ensure the safety of our readers, has created a test that will help you tall the two bands apart.
First look for the band that has:
If you have answered yes to any of these questions, you're listening to Zach de la Rocha ... or is it the other one? That's it, just buy yourself a Backstreet Boys CD.
You're sitting down at a party, taking a break from dancing and chatting with a few of your friends. In the middle of your conversation about the new Leonardo DiCaprio movie, one of your friends tells you your dress is really ugly and that it doesn't suit you at all, stopping the conversation completely. You sit there, as do your friends, trying to understand what your dress (that happens to be your favorite of your collection) has to do with anything? What can you do? Tell her her pants make her look fat, especially in the butt? But you don't do anything but say "Oh really, ah I guess, ah, thanks...".
Even though this scenario sounds a bit strange, it's really quite common. A friend insults your hair, tells you to give up that long shot dream or criticizes your greatest success, even before you start. Just the other day, my friend reminded me that "Hey, I told you your paper would be crap and look, it is crap now. I was right." I couldn't believe it. She knew how much the paper meant to me, but she didn't care. Even before I started, she wouldn’t let me succeed. What’s the matter with someone that they would be mean to their friend, their close friend?
After a while, you begin to question a friendship where your "friend" makes anything positive negative. But most of all, you wonder why, anyone would tell you your dress is ugly, only after you've worn it a zillion times, or laugh at your major crisis or even tell you that you suck before you've tried to do anything. It's like telling someone off for buying you a birthday present. WHY?
The concept that they’re only jealous or feel badly about themselves can explain something, but not everything that "friends" say or do.
Why do people say what they say? To be honest, I can't say for sure. But I do know that it really isn’t fair or a sign of a good friendship when you put your best friend down for joining a gym that you’re uncomfortable with, especially when it makes her really happy.
Just remember though, that a friend is expected to support your decisions, choices and happiness. Some advice is good, but don’t make fun of your "friend" because you don’t agree with their choices...
Until you have ridden a city bus to school, you don't know the meaning of survival. This is to all those lazy cradle rocked babies that have a bus pull up to their front door each morning: you should try taking the bus in the morning, in the rain, wind snow and heat like the rest of us do. Not only do we have to put up with the smell of wet wool during the winter and the stench of sweat during the summer, but we also have to share the bus with the rest of the West Island.
This is a public bus, which means that the general public is allowed to take this bus. While the majority of students on school buses are protected from these freaks and ghouls, we have to put up with them. Bratty kids from private schools, B.S.B. fanatics (I love you A.J.!!!), obnoxious punks, nasty old men who lick their lips and leer at us, bus drivers who won’t allow us on the bus is the rest of the kids at the stop look a little rowdy...
Is it our fault, really, that we appear a little rougher, a bit more uncouth than the rest of the students? After years of fighting for seats and getting splashed by ongoing cars while waiting for the bus, it might take me a little longer in the morning than the rest of you to appear cheerful and happy.
But I have survived. And now that I can drive, I'm never setting foot in another bus again.
I firmly, but however with the utmost respect to the anti commercial seal hunt supporters, question the validity of the existence and hence the justifiability of the anti seal hunt groups in school.
The purpose of this national campaign firstly was aimed at stopping the cruel skinning methods and obliging industries to respect quotas, all this without a reasonable doubt being justifiable.
However the encumbering twisted propaganda within the confines of the school brought about the massive distribution of pins proclaiming the unreasonable abolishment of the commercial seal hunt. Perhaps our ingenious students part of this committee would on the other hand like to tell us where all these people working in the seal industry would find new jobs to support their families.
Much like our present governments, whose numerous cutbacks in essential social services contribute to the decline of our nation's already precarious economic condition, this organization in school is deliberately promoting unemployment and promising very few fringe benefits in return. By doing so, they are injudiciously nailing the very core of our economy which at this time needs our full support, not our rigid abstinence, to overcome more important matters such as the constitutional debates. Let us keep in mind that seal hunters are tax payers and their dependence on the social security programs would be unbeneficial to all of us.
How could our administration allow the flowering of an organization promoting the stop of an industry so vital to our economy at the expense of human well-being?
What are our priorities as Canadians? Simply because seals are "cuter" than cows (which no one opposes the slaughtering of) and their skins considered overly luxurious extravagances, does it mean we must both lamentably sacrifice ourselves and our unstable Canadian dollar to completely eliminate the hunt regardless of the existence of a federal quota protecting these animals from extinction?
Even though the percentage of married couples that split up after having children is higher than it was twenty years ago, I seem to be the only person in my class with parents who are divorced. This should encourage me to see that not all marriages break up, but I can't help feeling more disappointed. After all, I'm missing out on something that all my friends take for granted: the average family.
While magazines and statistic books may show that a family can be made up of just about anything today, I don't want to be just anything. Being a teenager I'm constantly feeling like something is wrong with the way I act, think, and look. It would be nice to have one normal dinner with my mom and dad, and have normal dinner conversation with them, whatever that is.
But I doubt that's going to happen any time soon. With one parent three time zones away and the other working long hours in the office, I don't expect to come home to a Martha Stewart Thanksgiving. I know my parents love me, and try to give me everything I need, and I respect them for that. The one thing that I've come to realize after having my parents split up is that they're not perfect. They're human, just like me, and they make mistakes. But sometimes I can't help feeling as if I was one of the mistakes.
When I first found out about the divorce, I really felt as if it was my fault. And why not? All they ever did was argue about me. If I did something wrong, or something that one parent didn't approve of, the other was to be blamed. From time to time, they'd yell about other things, like money or the house, but I seemed to be right there in the middle of all the fights. There is nothing worse than feeling as if you ruined your parents lives. I even began to believe that I was a bad person because of it. The books may tell you that it's not the fault of the children, but I couldn't help feeling that maybe it's me.
I probably will never figure out the reasons why my parents got a divorce, but after spending five years in high school, I finally figured out one reason why people drift apart: people change.
Not all change is bad. Over the years, my friends and I have grown into a group of unique individuals who have created our own sense of style and taste. Four years ago, you probably couldn't tell us apart. None of us knew what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives, let alone the rest of the day. As we grew up together, and found out more about ourselves, we also grew apart. We wanted to talk to people who share the same interest as we did, people who liked the same music, people who we felt connected to.
That doesn't mean that I'll stop talking to people who don't wear the same type of clothes as I do. I've changed over the past four years, and I'll change again before my time is up, but my friends are still my friends. I may not be as close to them as I was once, but I'll always know that they'll be there for me.
That's probably what happened to my parents. They were good friends once, but got married before they could figure out for themselves what they wanted out of life. That doesn't mean that all couples will eventually end up divorcing each other. Some grow closer and some just grow apart.
As much as I hate to admit it, my parents were never meant to be married. In the end, I guess I should just be happy that I have two people who love me as much as my parents do. My mom tries her best to make my life easy for me and even though my dad is thousand of miles away, I've never felt closer to him. I can't see him as often as I like, but we talk on the phone. It may not be the same as tossing a football in the backyard, but it'll have to do for now.
This summer is going to rock on so many levels. Musically, this is the summer of Moist, Green Day (or Vert Jour, as we like to say in Québec), Prodigy and much much more. If most of you have just woken up, you would have known by now that Montreal is the city of festivals, meaning that if more than two people enjoy something, you get an official day to celebrate it on.
And since Focus cares so much about its readers, we've made a list of things to take with you when you go to all these free shows:
Have a great summer, and hopefully, next year's editors will fill you in on how to enjoy Montreal during the winter (days until winter: less than 200).
Being on the Dance committee, I have certain responsibilities I must carry out. Whether it be just doing paper work or strenuously carrying 5 bags of ice from "The Marché," everybody takes part.
The last dance [Bust-A-Move, which many people misinterpreted the name: "Bust ... A ... Move? ... ya ..." You see, you're supposed to say it with enthusiasm (which, by the way, includes doing a little dance!) we had trouble finding teachers to supervise. No teachers, no dance. I somehow managed to pull off getting more teachers in one day than in one week. Now, I am graced with the responsibility of finding teachers for every dance. So in my effort I decided to make a master list of every teacher, administrator, librarian, technician, counsellor, oh ya and John Grey, in this school.
The Sunday before the "Frosty's Freezin' Fiesta" dance, I was awakened by a frightful nightmare. (Heck, I was dreaming I was making up my own Star Trek TNG episode. Scary.) Unable to go back to sleep, I went downstairs to finish the last touches on my list.
Remembering that Mrs. Howard was a librarian, I proceeded to type Library for her staff room. 7:00 in the morning is not my best hour so I didn't trust my spelling. I used spell check, thinking I highlighted that one word. I clicked the button and to my surprise it started to spell check everything including the teachers' names. "Damn it", I thought. I tried to stop ir, but then I noticed something very peculiar. The check started with Miss Paterson’s name and to my surprise suggested Miss Battery as an alternative spelling. "Ho! Ho!" I chuckled and wondered what other changes could be made to the teachers’ names.
Instead of cancel, I pressed next. M. Limoges became M. Limbo, Mr. Zawada, bless him, became Mr. Schwing! (tee hee). Mr. Pichette now can change his name to Mr. Picketer (everybody striking now, why can't he?) Who could have guessed that Mrs. Korany was Chronic? Now thanks to modern technology Mr. Aberson can be called Mr. Abrasion. Some people seem to have names that go with their jobs. Take Mr. Lummis for example, under a strict spell check his name is Mr. Lumens. (Those of you who take Physical Science or Physics this year know what I mean. If you don’t, you haven't been studying.) Others go with their personalities (Mr. Patenaude = Patience, Mrs. Sayfy = Safe.) Who knew Mrs. Lang (a solicitor of well spoken English) could actually have a split personality, Mrs. Slang! Mrs. Gallucci has now gone Galactic and Mr. Montpetit (I have no idea what stupid programmer put this one in the program) has now become a Nontarget. This one is my favorite: Mrs. Di Tomaso ... Dim Tomato (heheh) What about O'Hara you ask? Well... no suggestion. :-)
p.s. None of this jargon is intended to hurt anyone. Some humor just seems funnier earlier in the morning.
Welcome "Battle Zone Universe" fans! In this exciting match we pit the Quik Rabbit against the Trix Rabbit in a fight I call: BATTLE OF THE BUNNIES
KD: And now for the fight, but first some of our readers' opinions!
Steven writes: Because [Quik] can get his power from the Quik.
Liza writes: 'Cause the Trix Rabbit never gets his Trix! Go Quik!
Nishant tells us: 'Cause the Quik Rabbit's brown!
Aliana writes: The Trix Rabbit has more ideas to trick the Quik Rabbit.
Chris writes: I dunno, the Trix Rabbit?
Fluffy the Bunny God says: POWER TO THE BUNNIES!
KD: Uhhhh... sure. I swear I don't know who that Fluffy is! Honest!
Oh well, on to the fight!
KD: Our competitors have entered the ring. The Trix Rabbit appears
relatively calm. But the Quik Rabbit is very hyper. Probably because of
all that chocolate.
KD: And it's the Quik Rabbit that takes the initiative and charges
at teh Trix Rabbit!
QR: Die you por excuse for a rabbit! Die!
KD: Whoa. I didn't expect that. Well the Trix Rabbit is fighting back.
Using his superior size and strength the Trix Rabbit uses his strong back
legs and kicks the Quik Rabbit in the stomach! Oh my God! The Quik Rabbit
has gone flying into the hot dog stand! Oh the humanity! Hot dogs and condiments
everywhere!
TR: Trix are for kids eh? Deprive me of my cereal eh? Well SOMEBODY'S
going DOWN! Ha ha ha ha haaa!
KD: Okaaay. Looks like our friend the Trix Rabbit has finally snapped.
Oh! He's walking over to the Quik Rabbit who is still lying near the remains
of the hot dog stand.
KD: The Trix Rabbit pounces on the Quik Rabbit. I can't watch! Wait!
The Quik Rabbit has rolled out of the way! He appears to be pulling something
out from behind his Q. It's ... it's ... it's a box of Trix! He's waving
the box in front of Trix Rabbit's face!
TR: Lemony Lemon ... Orangy Orange ... Raspberry Red!
KD: The Trix Rabbit appears mesmerized.
TR: GOTTA HAVE 'EM!
KD: The Trix Rabbit sprints to the box and at the last possible second
the Quik Rabbit moves the box out of the way and the Trix Rabbit goes crashing
in to the boards at 100kph!
KD: Dazed, the Trix Rabbit lays motionless. It appears the fight is
over. But wait! The Quik Rabbit isn't done with him yet! The Quik Rabbit
pulls out a chocolate Q and throws it at the Trix Rabbit! The Trix Rabbit
has been turned into a chocolaty treat!
QR: Snack time...
KD: And ... ewwwwww! The Quik Rabbit has eaten the Trix Rabbit! Well
I guess we know who won this fight!
'NUFF SAID!
Final vote:
Trix Rabbit: 17
Quik Rabbit: 33