Page 21 - The Gonzaga Record 1994
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Freshmen: Conor Farrell, Ian Brennan, Ian Clarke and Garrett O’Rourke collect their
first offers.
(Photo: Jack McManus, courtesy The Irish Times)
however, we had to achieve immortality by winning the Junior Cup. M r Murray
set about moulding us into a lean, green, mean fighting machine and by general
agreement, a fine job he did too. We were, sadly, a little too lean compared to
the Belvederians who had clearly indulged in many a fatted calf, but the sheer
quality and closeness of the game surprised everyone and has left nothing but
good memories. A committed group is re-enacting Bozo-Ball in the corridor to
rekindle the dullest memories and receives due applause.
With Fourth Year came the ominous maroon jum per and its accompanying
maturity. The fact that it clashed with our acne was a small price to pay. Some
of us recall the feeling of slight anti-climax on arriving at the ‘holiday year’.
The prospect of doing no work had set the year’s collective imagination into
over-drive and anything short of a cross between Woodstock and the Rio Street
Carnival would cause much disappointment. A staff spokesman leans across to
comment that if we had done a stroke of work anywhere between First Year and
Third Year we’d have noticed the difference. It is annoying when teachers are
right, but we ignored him anyway.
The fact that our Transition Year was not a riot (as hoped) allowed it to be
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first offers.
(Photo: Jack McManus, courtesy The Irish Times)
however, we had to achieve immortality by winning the Junior Cup. M r Murray
set about moulding us into a lean, green, mean fighting machine and by general
agreement, a fine job he did too. We were, sadly, a little too lean compared to
the Belvederians who had clearly indulged in many a fatted calf, but the sheer
quality and closeness of the game surprised everyone and has left nothing but
good memories. A committed group is re-enacting Bozo-Ball in the corridor to
rekindle the dullest memories and receives due applause.
With Fourth Year came the ominous maroon jum per and its accompanying
maturity. The fact that it clashed with our acne was a small price to pay. Some
of us recall the feeling of slight anti-climax on arriving at the ‘holiday year’.
The prospect of doing no work had set the year’s collective imagination into
over-drive and anything short of a cross between Woodstock and the Rio Street
Carnival would cause much disappointment. A staff spokesman leans across to
comment that if we had done a stroke of work anywhere between First Year and
Third Year we’d have noticed the difference. It is annoying when teachers are
right, but we ignored him anyway.
The fact that our Transition Year was not a riot (as hoped) allowed it to be
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