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- Mir ‘ata din be Get that weak stuff outta here! Twenty teams took part in the three-day Selkirk Invitational Volleyball tournament held last weekend at Selkirk College. The Edmonton Fog, shown hear blocking a spike from a player off of Young Guns 2 (made up of Mt. Sentinel alumni), eventually won the men's side of the tournament. The women’s champs were O.D.B. from Spokane, Washington. _ SUN SPORTS PHOTO / Jeft Gabert

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The Selkirk Running Saints have finally run themselves out of and away from another cross- country

season.

The season officially ended two weeks ago at the Inter- provincial Championship in Kelowna at the Ok Uni-

and Royal Roads Military Col- lege in Victoria, yet they still had trouble in beating the strong Alberta team. Overall, Alberta won the women's competition while B.C. walked away with the men’s trophy.

Although the Saints are done running in the BCCAA, they are still to attend a tourna-

versity College. The Champi- onship is an annual event that pits the best B.C. college cross-coun- try runners against the best Alberta colleges have to offer.

Selkirk sent seven runners to this year's race: four men and three women. The best finisher for the men was Malcolm Men- ninga who finished 27th in a time Of 32:44. The best female Selkirk runner was Wendy Thompson who completed the course in 24:48 and finished 17th.

“We were well down in the ‘standings but everyone did run as well as they were capable,” said Selkirk head coach Derek Pere- grym. “Some tried to give it more than their all and the the results were very much like I expected.”

The B.C. team was supple- mented by strong teams from

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ment in February in Long Beach, California.

“We're really hoping to get down there but moncy is always tight,” said Peregrym. “But we'll be doing some aggressive fur and hopefully we'll make it.”

= Broomers ==

the Blues in a much more offen- °

sive affair. The Blues took the game by a score of 3-2.

The games were certainly exciting and entertaining but the real story of the tournament was the entire package put together by the organizing committee.

“The people I talked to said it was the best Western Canadian Championships they had ever been to,” said Steve Croteau, one of the organizers of the event. “So we were certainly happy with that. Overall, I think every- thing went great and we were happy with the amount of spon- sorships that the city provided.”

Croteau was part of the host Castlegar Warlock broomball club that helped organize the tournament. The Warlocks weren't totally sure what to expect going in, but they were able to stay competitive in all their games. They only won one game but all of their losses except one were by a single goal.

“Since I had never seen a Western Canadian Champi- onship, I never thought we'd ever stay as close to the top teams like we did,” said Croteau. “T have to attribute that to good defence. We tried to play better defence in practise and it showed in the games.””

Broomball got its start in Castlegar back in 1961 when the Celgar Pulp Mill also brought with it many enthusiastic broom- ball players. Originally, there was a league of nine teams but by 1969 that number had dropped dramatically. From then on, com- petitive broomball took the form of scrimmage games between 10- 30 players twice a week.

Every year a team is made up to compete in the B.C. Provincial Tournament representing the Kootenay Region and that team

First-place winner in the Castlegar Sun's “My Most Memorable First Day of School” Contest, as selected by the Castlegar

By Ryan Jack

lhe most memorable first day of school was when I was in

Kindergarten. I felt sick and my brain was going dumb-

de-dumb-dumb-dumb. I didn’t have any friends and didn’t know anyone because it was my first day of school,

I thought I was the most worried until I saw one of the kids jump under the table when the teacher came in. Her name was Mrs. Kirkwood.

But the time I really panicked was when Mrs. Kirkwood asked us to sing the alphabet and count to 10, But unluckily for me I never heard of the alphabet. I also couldn't count to 10 because I never heard of it.

Talso made new friends their names were Steven, Michael, Joshawa, Eric, Jennifer and Carmen. To my surprise, a bell rang. That meant that school was over and I thought I liked it.

By Marty Cristofoli

arty, Marty, Marty! It’s time to get ready for your first

day in kindergarten.” When I heard my mom say that I

fell back onto my bed. I thought it must be a dream or a nightmare, but it was true. My mom helped me put on my new red and white striped T-shirt and my new sweat pants. I walked into the kitchen and sat down to eat my Cream of Wheat. I was doomed! I had butterflies in my stomach.

My mom and I walked to school with our neighbors, Tara and her mom. We had just started onto Connors Road when a family of skunks came out of the bushes to cross the road.

At the schoolyard kids were walking and talking in groups, playing on the playground equipment and getting off buses. I thought to myself; “What the heck am I doing here?”

The bell rang and I went into my class and said goodbye to my mom. My teacher introduced herself to us. At the time she looked scary but soon I began to like her. After a while I got to like school and soon learned some classmates’ names. Two of the kids were even twins!

The teacher told us about the activity centers and the meeting circle. There was a playhouse, building blocks, puzzles, books, records and painting centers.

The recess bell rang and we went out to play on the play- ground equipment. After recess was over, our first class Project was making name tags. Then our teacher read us a book and we sang songs. Near the end of the class we got to play in the cen- ters and then it was time to go home.

We were dismissed and I saw my mommy. I ran to her and I knew my first day of school was over at last.

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Ryan Jack. Ryan today? Then it struck me: it was the first day of school. I (above) won a com- race around the house and made my bed. I was very late. plete set of the 1994 Thad been in the bathroom for 10 minutes just looking for edition of the Ency- my toothbrush. When I had finally found it I brushed my teeth clopedia Brittanica. in a hurry. I went to the kitchen, ate a bowl of cereal and put my Marty Cristofoli and lunch in my bag. Then I ran out the door forgetting my hair Nancy Hymers

wasn't brushed. a : right) were second 8:15am that this is one sport that won’t (rig! Saren respec- I was almost to school when I remembered I had not brushed be swept under the carpet. tivel s my hair. I ran back to my house and quickly brushed it. — ly, and each won r a copy of Vi Plot Soarten py °o ot- I ran to school but the playground was empty. I went closer to nikott Ss new book the school. It was also empty. I thought maybe everyone was in Head Cook at Wed- the gym. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I looked dings and Funerals". down at my watch, and guess what? It was only Monday. School Honorable mention didn’t start until Tuesday. I felt like I would die. I walked home went to Jim Chap- man. The stories

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By Jim Chapman

t was in the early fall of 1938, I was six year

[e going on seven. My parents, my three

older sisters, my baby brother and I lived on a farm north of Wostock in central Alberta.

One day early in the afternoon I was walking down the road to Metro Heunchucks place, it was just down the road a bit, he was older than I was, going on nine, he was also my hero.

The wind was moving in the grass in the ditch- es, sifting out in long ripples like waves on the lake. Hunchback bees in pirate pants were darting about the patches of Goldenrod. Along the fence lines red high bush cranberries were burning in the rays of the hot sun. On each side of the road stood rows of golden stocked grain standing sentinel as if listen- ing to the cry of the sand hill cranes flying over- head.

Metros farm yard was a beehive of activities. The yard was full of men, horses, hayracks, grain wag- ons. In the center of the yard stood a shining green John Deere tractor, its motor running, going, put, put, put and best of all a giant silver and red threshing machine stood beside it. I met Metro. He informed me without stopping for a breath,

and fell fast asleep.

“Tomorrow we're starting to thresh at our place, then your place is next on the list. Your dad is con- tributing two teams and two wagons to haul grain to the granaries. I ’m driving one team you're driv- ing the other.”

The excitement was about more than I could stand.

Late that night I lay in bed, through my upstairs bedroom window I was watching the stars pulsing in the velvet sky. Then suddenly I heard my moth- er’s high-pitched voice yelling downstairs. “The boy 8oes to school tomorrow. I don’t want him growing up like that heathen brother John of yours.”

My father yelled back: “The boy learns more on the farm then he ever would in school, | need him to drive the grain wagon.” The discussion went on. I fell asleep.

The next morning after breakfast, my father took me outside, my saddle horse stood tied to a fence post looking forlorn.

My Dad looked at me with sad brown eyes, he said, "I am sorry, I really am truly sorry but there are times when I have to give way to your mother’s aay Your scribblers and stuff are in your sad-

di The school was a two-storey red brick building,

the hallways were long dark passageways, the floors smelled of linseed oils. It was a scary place — scari- er than the hayloft of our big barn at night. My tiny desk was in the first row next to the windows, the next row were the grade twos and so on, the last row up against the side blackboards were grade sixes.

The lady teacher said, “Good morning girls and boys, my name is Miss Bell.” The older students yelled back, “Good moming teacher.” We all recited the Lords’ Prayer which I didn’t know. We pledged allegiance to King George the fifth, I knew him bet- ter, we had a calender of him on the wall. Then we sang with great gusto, Britannia Rules the Waves. I knew this song well, I heard it on our Marconi radio hundreds of times. The teacher passed out lit- tle red boxes to all of us in the first grade

Inside were red and green blocks of plasticine which looked good enough to eat. She said, we all know what a rabbit looks like don’t we, so please go to work and make a plasticine rabbit just for me. I felt terribly let down. In one day my world had col- lapsed. I had gone from driving a team of matched black Percheron horses to making a lousy rabbit.

Sometime later the teacher came back and stood in front of me and looked down at my pathetic rab-

Metro Heunchuck, Miss Bell and me

bit. She said out loud for all the world to hear, “Your rabbit has no ears.” I had wished she had used a little more discretion. I knew it wasn’t a great rabbit. Then she tumed to the class, “Would you all agree that a rabbit must have ears?” The whole class tittered and responded with a chorus of, “Of course teacher.”

I felt humiliated, as if I didn’t know that rabbits had ears. I trapped dozens on our farm.

Later we were listening to a story being read by a Grade 6 student, when Miss Bell appeared before me an yelled out,” “You're wiggling in your seat. I must ask you to sit still. This is one of the first things you have to learn in my class.” A few min- utes later she stood alongside me and said, “you're wiggling again. OK class let's watch him and see if he wiggles again, if he does let me know.”

I sat still as long as I could, finally my right leg started to go to sleep so | pushed it gently into the aisle. The teacher in front of me let fly with the yardstick and hit me on the shoulder blade, my foot shot up and hit her just below the knee cap.

She screamed out: “How dare you strike me you evil child.” Just then through the open windows I