Mr. Hamilton a man who would walk the corridors sending childern including me to class. I guess after Mr. Cargill left and he took over I was in the corridors again. He would stand on the corridor next to the principal's office watching me sitting on the fence at the parade square under the almond tree idling. Of course because I did not like the next class. The minute he called my name I would race to class as if it was not me. (fun days). I would rather race to class than be called to his office or get a demeirt. After having children of my own I realized that these teachers only had our best interest at heart. May this wonderful educator, a man of integrity who also tired to steer us in the right direction rest in perfect peace.
Memories etched in my mind of the several times I would see you perched at the top of block where the principal's office is located... everyone who was not conforming to the school rules would feel your busy cane.
My first interaction was one morning early in 1st form (2nd day of high school in fact) while drinking water at the grade 9 block, and discussing the previous night's episode of MacGyver, and whether Murdock really was dead or not, and who was better villan Mum-Ra (Thunder Cats), Skeletor (He Man), The Planet Master (Silver Hawks), or Saw Boss (Jayce & the Wheel Warriors) and oblivious to the fact that I was supposed to have been inside my 'pre-room' ahead of morning devotion.... I got the famous clap clap... followed by "you boys.. come here now!". We all lined up at the principal's office for a reminder that we ought to head straight to the pre room in the morning... that cane was flexible, and left its mark for a few days. This earned you the nickname "The Beaver" as beaver love to beat.... but I think it ws your passion for discipline and schooling that was being manifested.
I will never forget you, and bid you rest in peace until..
Coretta Mathie (1987)
Mr. Hamilton a man who would walk the corridors sending childern including me to class. I guess after Mr. Cargill left and he took over I was in the corridors again. He would stand on the corridor next to the principal's office watching me sitting on the fence at the parade square under the almond tree idling. Of course because I did not like the next class. The minute he called my name I would race to class as if it was not me. (fun days). I would rather race to class than be called to his office or get a demeirt. After having children of my own I realized that these teachers only had our best interest at heart. May this wonderful educator, a man of integrity who also tired to steer us in the right direction rest in perfect peace.
Emerson Bryan (1994)
Memories etched in my mind of the several times I would see you perched at the top of block where the principal's office is located... everyone who was not conforming to the school rules would feel your busy cane.
My first interaction was one morning early in 1st form (2nd day of high school in fact) while drinking water at the grade 9 block, and discussing the previous night's episode of MacGyver, and whether Murdock really was dead or not, and who was better villan Mum-Ra (Thunder Cats), Skeletor (He Man), The Planet Master (Silver Hawks), or Saw Boss (Jayce & the Wheel Warriors) and oblivious to the fact that I was supposed to have been inside my 'pre-room' ahead of morning devotion.... I got the famous clap clap... followed by "you boys.. come here now!". We all lined up at the principal's office for a reminder that we ought to head straight to the pre room in the morning... that cane was flexible, and left its mark for a few days. This earned you the nickname "The Beaver" as beaver love to beat.... but I think it ws your passion for discipline and schooling that was being manifested.
I will never forget you, and bid you rest in peace until..