I remember Sandy Stein's father giving us a lift in the morning to Outremont Park.  We lived near Victoria so we were the furthest attendees.  Shirley Kleinman, Sandy Stein, me, Sandra Garelick were  always prompt but Maxine Schwartz was never, ever, ever ready.

Mr. Stein had a short fuse and he vehemently threatened to leave her and just as he finished his threat much to our relief, she came bounding down the stairs.

We got out at Outremont Park  and made a mad dash across the park to school.  This was a daily ritual.

I vividly recall the uniforms the girls had to wear. They were dark navy with a matching fabric belt.  Mine hung on me because that was the skinniest I had ever been. the blouse underneath had to be white. That was about the only thing we all had in common.

Sandy had a habit of  eating pumpkin seeds which she kept in one pocket and used the other pocket for the shells.  I, of course ,for those who know me would never engage in this practice.

I'll never forget being sad when in our English class we stood for a moment of silence on Veteran's Day.  It sticks in my mind because I got the impression that our youngish English teacher appeared very sad and I felt badly for her.

What an experience we had when we were told we would be dissecting

a frog in Miss Wallace's Biology class.  Sandy and I almost fainted when we heard that.  We did not participate in this act.  We weren't even in the room.

Sandra Garelick Segal