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SENIOR PROSE
THE MANY FACES OF OCTOBER
October. W arm. Sinister. Cold. Joy.
A cold night. A long sigh of gusty wind in trees. Dead
brown leaves falling. A cloudy sky and partly hidden moon. Darkness. Upturned collars. Long shadows.
Sunny, warm afternoons with exuberant laughter. Bright crimson and yellow leaves. Yellow and rust mums. Crisp, juicy red apples hanging on trees. Orangy-yellow pumpkins squatting in the fields. The gathering of many crops.
Smoke - acrid in eyes and nose. Mists hanging in the at- mosphere. A chill breeze at sunset. Brief purple-red after- glows. Shorter days.
Your breath in the crisp and nipping morning air. Thin sheets of ice on the puddles. The sun bright in eyes, but not warming. Frost on the ground. The occasional wisp of snow.
Work. Storm windows to fit. Preserves to do. Flowers to dig up, gardens to set in order. Snow tires and anti-freeze for the car.
Long drives on narrow country lanes on Sunday after- noons. A warm hearth and good dinner to return to - turkey with mashed potatoes, butternut squash and c ran berries.
A birthday.
October is a charming, beautiful woman - stimulating, pleasing, but, typically, constantly changing.
Robert Crysler - 13A
SCHOOL-ITIS - OUR MOST COMMON DISEASE Senior Second
Prison! Seven hours a day, five days a week, and forty weeks a year! Ah, but yes, many chose to avoid reality and call it school. Without school, this essay would be impos- sible, for school is the only host of school-itis. A disease that claims far more teenage victims in North America than all other ailments combined is worth knowing about.
To begin with, let us examine ourselves to discover if we are among those unfortunate enough to be caught in its rav- enous grasp. If, when you think it is Friday, the sudden rea- lization that it is only Thursday gives you a queasy feeling, then chances are, you are already harbouring a fully devel-
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