It has been one of my greatest pleasures to see my alma mater, the second-oldest high school in Jamaica -- and a 'country' school at that — celebrating its 275th anniversary of existence. Congratulations of the highest order are extended to the headmasters, staff and students over all those years for their contribution to keeping alive the school's motto: Vita sine litteris mors est (Life without learning is death).
Having entered the doors of this magnificent historical structure as a scholarship holder, my five years were spent revelling in all academic subjects and student activities. Riding on my 'ladies wheel' bicycle six miles each day, rain or shine, from beautiful Petersfield, and on the lonely Amity Road, there was nothing to fear but the "Black Heart Man" whom, fortunately, over the five years I never once encountered. My lunchbox occupied the carrier at the back of the bicycle but, on some Monday mornings, it had to find another location as a box with cookies, baked over the weekend and destined for the tuck shop, was anchored there.
I still recall that one morning I was privileged to have the headmaster, Mr GE Mitchell, pass through my classroom and place on my desk a lovely mango that he had picked up on his walk around the grounds. Believe me that I was the envy of the class on that day.
Having been a member of my church's children's choir and auditioned by Miss Janie, our music teacher, I was selected to be a part of the school choir which performed mainly at prize-givings and other school functionsRead more