It was long ago and far away, the world was younger than today...and so were we! Janis Ian knew all about being 17...what do you remember about those formative years?

Lorynne Schreiber and Jody Shapiro want to gather together memories of those special years and make the S in CAHS stand for sentimental. How can you help? By submitting a story, poem, memory, essay, scrapbook page, photograph, newspaper clippings, musings or other random thoughts related to your time or the goings on of the times experienced by the Class of 1979.

What were you like at 17 (or any of those oh-so-young ages we spent in the pale green and gray walls off of Greensburg Pike)?

What do you remember?

What do you want others not to forget?

From teen angst and antics to teen zings and zonks....help tell the tale of CAHS as it was way back when. Or, if you can't remember (or don't want to remember), make a prediction of how it might be for the graduates of the Class of 2024.

Submit your works now to Lorynne (lorynne@northshores.ca) and Jody (pghgirl40@earthlink.net) via email, copying both on your message. For the next 12 months (until July 31, 2013), they will collect submissions. All submissions will be compiled in to a bound memory book that will be sold at our 35th class reunion for a nominal charge. A percentage of the book's profits will be donated back to the class to help keep the Class of 1979 reunion committee and website alive and kicking!

As with any good commercial venture...there is some fine print. All contributors must complete a release and all works may be edited for space or to protect those mentioned in the tale. They ask that you keep all submissions rated PG for good taste.  Here is the link to the release form:

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Let your story be told...."And those whose names were never called....When choosing sides for basketball"...your name is being called now!!! Submit your story now!!

Thanks to Janis Ian for the Song Lyrics!!!

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After studying "The Canterbury Tales", Mrs. Edwards asked us each to write a prologue about Churchill in Chaucer style.  I'm not sure why, but I saved my version. 

With which group did you identify way back when?

 

If you visit Churchill High, you will be

Welcomed by a vast variety

Of students.  There are very many types,

Beginning with burnouts, hands on pipes.

Always in coats, they appear to be cold

And often think that they are being bold

When they light up and take a few tokes.

As to cutting classes, they just make jokes.

 

Those who are all spaced out and talk in non-

Sensical words are most definitely gone.

Not to be confused with those who bet;

These people are genuine "space cadets."

Even if you can't tell where they come from,

You can always know when you've found one.

 

There are those who hang out in their own cliques

With friends who have been carefully picked.

All look alike in Levis and Docksides;

Wearing monogrammed sweaters each abides

To conform so that he can stay in step

For these clones are classified as the preps.

 

If, by chance, it happens to be Friday,

It is more than possible that you may

See red and white in the Exhibition

Area.  It's pride rather than just fun

That leads band people to stick together.

During half-time they create a stir

As their dedication always shines through

To please the crowds in the stands, me and you.

 

Those wearing haute designer apparel

Seem to have some special kind of pull.

With money, they are often at ease

Spending as much however they do please.

With noses in the air, the snobs drive sports cars

Through the streets; it matters little how far.

 

Often you will come across apathy

In those not involved in activity.

They appear to show lack of interest

Yet maintain they are better than the rest.

Never do they evoke some school support;

For them, having opinions is a tort!

 

You can see many others, to be sure,

But to list them all would be a great bore.

The different groups are for you to take note

Of the diverse Churchill students who gloat

About themselves and people of their kind.

Look through the halls and see what you find.