School Notes Grace heard in the dinlnghall: "Vir vrlendskap en voetbal ons dank U o Heer." Stud shop news: Gorgeous Aplon combs are back again! Whisk one of these stupendous instruments through /our hair and watch the dandruff fi/. If your breath gives you away at the wrong moment, use our special Pepper mint flavoured toothpaste. Did you know that Vitalis contains pure alcohol! Yes, it is in full supply. Yorkshire cricket selectors in desperation sent a teiegram over to one of Kearsney's most styiish cricketers, asking if he would play for his home county team, Yorkshire. He was forced to confess, however, that he had already signed on for Lancashire. The pupils entering the maths classroom one red-letter day were shocked to the core to see that after his reputed 400 years of tedious teaching their expert teacher and figure-drawer (mathematical) was enquiring about the prices of the various makes of biackboard compass available today. We deplore this boycott of the string industry. MY LAST DAY AT SCHOOL (An essay written in the September Matriculation Trial Examinations) My last day at School! What a wonderful thought! I have been at school for 12 years and they have gone past at an astonishing speed. I am nearly 19, and soon I shall be out in the big wide world foraging for myself. How exciting! The day dawns like any other day, and I feel no excitement—only disappoint ment that this will probably be the last time that I sleep on a comfortable Dunlopilio mattress bed. Then I realise that 1 have to write Science this morning, and after that...I shall be free,exceptfor Prize-Giving in the afternoon. Slowly I work myself out of bed. Now to take a shower, as usual, and get dressed, as usual, and then to breakfast as usual. Oh, yes! This is certainly the same old school routine! The last breakfast of the year is always something speciai, and this morning we are getting fried eggs and bacon as a special treat. I think back on ail the other breakfasts that consisted of porridge, bread and butter, fish, scrambled eggs and coffee. The last-named was always called dish-water, but on a cold day it seemed to disappear remarkably quickly. With breakfast over, we are all interested in looking at the newspaper or brushing up a couple of Science definitions. The Chapel bell rings, and I think back again on all the days I heard that bell calling us tothe House of God. The hymn is my favourite, number 620, and once again memories flood my mind of all the Sunday services. I think also of the day I did not put my collection into the plate, and,feeling so guilty the fol lowing Sunday, I put five shillings into the collection. It Is strange what thoughts are brought to mind just because it is my last day at school. After Chapel,the Examination. Pens to paper, and everyone rushes to com plete the long Science questions. Time flies, and after what seems like only half-an-hour, three hours are past and our papers are being collected. I had no time to think of all the other exams I had written. After the paper, we all gather round to discuss our chances of passing, and it seems as if everything I wrote, the others wrote differently! Oh, well! Maybe we are all wrong, but I think i passed. 307
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