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Way back when  by: Dana - 6/1/00 7:15 pm
I remember one day. It was towards the end of the school year I think. My mom was taking me out for lunch to McDonalds...back then it was quite the treat to have nuggets and fries. I wanted Kathy to come play after school, so I asked her to ask her mom at lunch if she could come over and play, and I told her I would ask my mom while we were at McDonalds and then we could decide back at school after lunch. Little did I know someone was listening in on my conversation with Kathy and didnt like the idea of me having a friend over after school. I went out for lunch, asked my mom, and she said yes. I came back to school pumped and excited to tell Kathy she could come over. As I was telling her the news...she looked at me and said "But Dana, Christy called me at lunch and asked me to come over to her house after school. I said yes.." Christy had called her at lunch and gotten to her before I had a chance!!! Well that caused quite a fight all the way home. Soon it was decided that Kathy would come to my house for a snack and then we would call Christy. But when we got to my house we told my mom the story and Kathys mom had to be called and Kathy got taken home. Arent you glad we are to the point now when we can all play together?

freshie days  by: Lindsay - 6/6/00 6:54 pm
i remember back in grade 9 at the freshie parties, where else but the shack. I had to kiss one of the grade 12's and undue his belt with my teeth...oh goodness. When i did the belt thing, the guys started moaning and next thing ya know it everyone started yelling, "she's givin him head!!", meanwhile it looks liek that way
as im on my knees, struggling with this damn belt...oh wow i was so embarassed...

wow very interesting  by: Mystikal - 6/10/00 1:04 am
WTF is up with these stories? I've got a story...

It was back in 'the day' when I used to be involved in fighting crime. I would walk around with a diamond septre rod carefully placing my feet in movement with the rod like the high-class individual I was.

One particular evening as John Madden, Colonel Sanders and I were driving around in our van solving mysteries (not ordinary mysteries mind you. At least not the kind that actually help people. It was more less driving around, stopping at the nearest mystery and pulling a lolypop out of nowhere and crying "here's a lolypop"). While driving along we came along a small outpost in the desert which was basically a one room shack with vynal siding and a fly-infested quarters. Upon further inspection the shack was really not one room and didn't really have flies. I was almost sure it was made of logs if I wasnt mistaken again. Upon entering the building we noticed many offices and an elevator that lead to the 54th floor and penthouse. We entered the elevator and braced ourselves for the worst.

The Colonel pressed floor 57 and we got off when it reached the level. Very tired we all piled into the car waiting for us and drove off and out of the train station without a second to lose before the initial shockwave. The blast was so devastating that our motorcycle nearly blew into two pieces. Neverthe less we were determined and pressed the pedal of the gas even harder. The massive Hummer was horrible on gas and soon we had to stop at the nearest station.

"Fillerup?" A black stain of grease marked the face of a young man in his late 30's. We entered the station for some snacks and food, paid for the gas in our RV and waved goodbye to the gas attendant.

After a few hours we stopped the porshe and briskly walked up to the first house. "DINNNNNGGGG DOONNGGG" rang the bell. We knew we had to sell 50 encyclopedias but we never knew so many people could NOT be home! After the third knock on the door we went back to the space shuttle and traveled to the moon where we proceeded to find out the meaning of life and construct a massive deathray that would create enough radiation to render the humanrace about as intelligent as a baboon.

NOW THATS A STORY.

Waking up in the unknown...  by: Guy#1 - 6/11/00 3:47 pm
It was back in the day, when sex, drugs and rock n' roll ruled our streets. 3 young men were at a party and we having a great time drinking the night away. They had no worries in the world, until later that night...

The party they were at was finishing up, so people were finding other parties to go to. These 3 guys being the party animals they are, wanted to PARTY HARD! So the next thing that happens is a mystery, the 3 guys must have blacked out or something becuse they didnt know how they got to this next party, there werent very many people they knew but they continued to PARTY HARD!

At this party 3 girls had there eyes on these 3 guys. They guys were not interested, but being very drunk you can imagine. The hours passed and they guys did not have a clue what they were doing or where they were. The only things they can remeber are "DUDE" and some "ANGEL". but that is still all a mystery.

after many hourse 1 of the guys wakes up and doesnt know where he is. He asks the girl where his friends are and she lies to him and says they went home. He is frightened. He then leaves the house running, and runs through the park at 5am. The only stop he makes is to pee on a near-by tree. He gets home and goes to sleep.

Meanwhile back at the mystery house, the other 2 guys wake up also wondering what happened and where they are. They ask where the other guy is and the girls say they dont know. The guys search the house high and low, but they do not find their missing freind. They too leave the house and run through the field. They make it back to one of the guys houses and fall asleep.

Later that day, they first guy who ran home wakes up, thinking maybe it was all a dream. He calls the other 2 only to find out it wasnt a dream. He runs over to them and all 3 guys console eachother an

Memories, aren't they great?!  by: Jenn - 6/13/00 6:42 pm
I remember going to one of those Freshie parties, of course, down at the shack!
Out came the paddles, the coolers, and the cartons of eggs......gee was that for us??? I dont' remember much, but i laughed when the cops broke the party up!!!!!
I also remember my b-day party at the Martin's Lake(gr.11)....I think Dani and Jenn will remember this!!! All i know is that it was extremely interesting....and i felt extremely sorry for my cousin for putting up with Ryan......all i know is that an innocent weekend can turn out to be extremely scary!!!! But it all was ok in the End......the kids were so awesome!!
I can also remember Mr. Clarks first sem. period 3 class......when Ryan Quillinan's cell phone rang.....that was funny, the look on people's faces, and what Mr. Clark said to him......

Luciuk's words to life  by: History 30 class - 6/22/00 3:33 pm
"By Jesus Jimmy"
"What's his Mustard?"
"Do I look Street?"
"It's like a party in my mouth!"
"The cat's behind"
"Probably German for Big Slices of Poop."
"High school, the best six years of your life."
"No, be offensive to Chris."
"Pitter Patter, let's get to work"
"We gotta skate hard"
"Let's get to the meat and potatoes."
"WORK WITH ME PEOPLE!"
"I don't think the Mona Lisa looks that good. It looks like she just farted."
"I'd work him like a part time job."
"all you dumb buggers"
"Any old how."
"What ever spins your wheels"
"Who's popping their gum? And yes it's painful especially if you don't do it properly."
"He was (whistle) Froot Loops"
"John A. McDonald had a dream, that dream was, GO AWAY!"
"Saddle UP"
"When two chew-chew's come."
"That just hurt my mind."
"Hey, Chuckle Head!"
"Ah, I'm between a rock and a hard place. What do I do? What do I do?"
"Spam is a luxury."
"Dry socks are better than sex!"
"It's a party in my foot!"
"a pound of boof"
"I can make the meanest Kraft Dinner this side of the Mississippi... and toast."
"Pretty soon they are going to find out water is bad for us and we're all going to die."
"Stop running around, I'm trying to kill ya."
"HELLO, join the world."
"Because this... Is CNN!"
"Lawyer Boy strikes again!"
"nice work if you can get it"
"Don't ask me why, I just work here."
"I am ruling this country with an iron fist!" (German accent)
"With every spare comes grief"
"Did Leslie crack a funny?"
"Froot Loops, with milk."
"... COMMA..."
"Know what it is? This class is bringing you tears."
"AH CRAP"
"Tomorrow we're going to skate even harder and faster!"
"All sorts of crap breaks out."
"Shaken, not stirred"
"Owee! That's the sound of summer!"
"I don't know what you're talking about but you're scaring me!"
"Ya'll ain't never done seen things."
"smooth" (cough, cough)
"13 lbs of them little bastards."
"Can't have a red one when you're driving."

4 years of non-stop teasing...  by: Accounting 30 class - 6/22/00 6:18 pm
Mr. Wilde: Wong, how'd they ley you in to the grad, I thought here was a sign on the side of the building that said no dogs allowed!

Another example: Darren Ardell is doing grad notices in front of the class and Mike Wong is asking him about pins.

mike: are we getting pins
darren: no, nobody really wants them
mike: why arent we getting pins?
darren: cua nobody wanst a pin!
mike: so we arent getting pins this year
donny wilde: mike, thers no f-----g pins!!

Ever been in love?  by: cupid - 6/23/00 7:59 pm
Ever been in love?...and had access to a heart shaped hot tub? :)
oooh once upon a time, in about grade 10, jamie did :)

Re: Ever been in love?  by: Cupid's son - 6/25/00 3:58 pm
Although its quite strange did you guys know that love is actually a form of insanity that 99% of the population experiences? If you think about it, it makes sense. You become obsessive etc.

Mike Wong  by: Accounting 30 class - 6/25/00 4:00 pm
Mr. Wilde: Mike, if I had an electric chair you'd be the first one in it!!!!!!

just me  by: Dave Sauer - 9/25/00 12:17 pm
Hello to everyone,
It has come to my attention that many people have no idea where I am at the moment, so I'll enlighten everyone.
About two days after grad, I moved to Winnipeg to be with my family once again. At the present time I'm an employee of Air Canada. Because of my discounted flight privileges, I'll be making frequent weekend trips to Saskatoon after my 6 month probation has ended in the middle of February. I hope that clears a few things up.
-Dave

Re: MMGCI Class of 2000: Memories, Insid...  by: Chandra - 9/26/00 11:27 pm
Hey Bryan!!!

Just thought I'd ask you if you could post my prediction for the future as well as Mike Neufeld's!!! That'd be great, thanks, bye.

GOATS!  by: Silly Goat - 10/12/00 4:28 pm
It all started one day, in chemistry class.. a bunch of us were sitting together, and there were drawings of goats on the desks... we decided to have the goat symbolize our little group. Every month, there would be pistachio day, where goats would share in eating them. And never forget that the goats would leave notes
under the desks for 2 girls in the previous period's biology class... this practice of the goats had also spread to French class, as well, and was immortalized in our class's Halloween issue of the class magazine as well as our own yearbooks, which contained a "Goats Corner". Unfortunately, the goats were cut out of the grad
write-ups, and if it weren't for this message, they'd be forgotten for all...

Bryan Armstrong, Graham Murawsky, Jill Lukiwski, Jordan Woodsworth, Nancy Broten, and Leslie Howse

Big update coming soon!  by: Bryan Armstrong - 12/5/00 5:23 pm
Hey everyone, I just got my grad photo book, finally! I decided that I will be placing all the pictures from it onto the website. This way, everyone will have their picture on the website. This also gives those who haven't received theirs yet to see what's in it. Keep looking... the big update is coming very soon!

As a bonus, here are two stories from the previous "Stories" section of this page:

Mr. Buffness And His Sexy Sidekick Crystallia  by: Travis Robertson

    The castle was cold and damp.  The moment my foxy sidekick lit a torch, a swarm of bats swooped down at us.  You could tell it was a vampire castle, because the only stairs went down into the ground.  As I followed my sidekick down the winding staircase, I felt a cool wind rush down my back.

    When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I nearly fell to the ground, but Crystallia broke my fall.  "This whole place is covered in ice," I groaned as I got back on my feet.  There were coffins lined up against the walls, and as I got closer to the door, across the room I could see the ice became a dark red.  The door had a huge lock on it.  Crystallia slammed her open hand down on the lock and let out a mighty grunt, as if she was spiking a volleyball.

    As the door creaked open, I could see 2 coffins.  One opened and a bat flew past screeching.  A second one opened, and out jumped a midget, blonde, dwarf vampire.  "Who is this seven foot tall foxy lady before me?" he said as he blew a mysterious powder in my sexy sidekick's face.  She inhaled the powder and her face lost all expression.  "I am Count Darbula.  Come with me, foxy lady."  "You are God, I obey only you," said Crystallia as she followed Darbula in the coffin.  Just before the coffin closed, a "Do Not Disturb" sign was stuck on the outside.

    Standing alone, I realized I had nothing to do there, so I walked slowly over to Count Darbula's coffin.  I opened it and yelled,

    "You better be reading in there."

My Progress Reports by: Charlie Gordon  As told to Willie White

Progress report 17

I have not written a progress report in two or three weeks because I have left the clinic, the tests, and all that matters to me to find myself.  I know finding yourself has become somewhat of a cliché but my intelligent mind could not have endured a day more of the pressure that is society.  I headed west and stopped in the heartland of America and was repeatedly reminded of how intelligent I was by the local inhabitants of the small towns I visited.  As a couple of days went by I grew tiresome of the simple minded locals and left for the southern states of America.  I arrived in a very small hamlet where one day I went for a pleasant walk in the forest and I most indefinitely got lost.  Just as the sun was setting; painting the southern sky an exquisite pink; I stumbled upon two bootleggers and their homemade distillery.  They immediately apprehended me and held me at gunpoint.  I stared directly down the two barrels of the elderly man's shotgun as I convinced him that I was not a federal investigator or that I wasn't a police officer, game warden, park official, and whatever a "NARC" is.  The two rough looking persons introduced themselves as "CLETUS," and "BO." I did not bother to ask their last names because I figured that they either did not have last names or that they did not want to tell me.  I found the oddly couple to be quite hostile towards me until they began to make their home brew and they asked for my assistance.  They offered me a sample of their concoction and I took the crude liquor in one quaff.  I virtually scalded by throat.  I did not take another drink in fear that I would become intoxicated and become my old self; the part of me that I have been trying to evade for the past couple of weeks.

Progress Report 18

I am now writing my progress reports in a new notebook because my other notebook has no more room to write in it.  I acquired my new notebook when I went into the small hamlet that was near the camp where I first encountered the two persons.  The two men asked me to pick up several sacs of sugar for their distillery.  I stopped off at a local diner to eat, when I saw a missing persons notice on the wall with my picture on it.  Over the past week and a half I have been experimenting with Cletus and Bo's home brew.  If I consume only an ounce of their concoction daily, I maintain my level of intelligence; but if I consume too much I become intoxicated and lose some of my intelligence.  It is just like the French Paradox; except I consume moonshine not wine.  My stay here has been pleasant and I wish to stay but I see my newfound acquaintance, Bo's health is deteriorating rapidly.  He does not wish to receive medical attention and I shall respect his dying wished.  And once again I am saddened by the loss of someone close to me.  Cletus and I buried and gave Bo a proper funeral the very next day.  Business is as usual around except there is an eerie silence that envelopes the forest where we are camped.  Cletus keeps to himself while he makes his liquor and I write down my thoughts to pass the time and to make sure my mind does not wander into oblivion.  I now wonder about my existence in the universe and where I fit into the jigsaw puzzle we call society.  I wonder whether I am an outcast of society, exiled by my own intelligence and still has not developed emotionally.  I have come to believe that I will never answer this torturous question.

Progress Report 19

Tragedy has struck me again.  The incident happened two days ago when Cletus noticed peculiar gash in one of the large fuel drums he kept to operate his distillery.  Fuel had leaked all the way to the campfire and before I could react the fuel ignited and Cletus was engulfed in flames.  I buried what was left of him beside Bo and put flowers on their grave just as I did with Algernon.  I plan to leave the camp tomorrow.

Progress Report 20
The Final Entry

Thoughts of suicide have entered my head again.  They have progressed to the point where I have purchased a .22 Caliber pistol.  The thought of being alone makes me break into a cold sweat.  I have run our of the moonshine that I salvaged from the camp and I feel my intelligence deteriorating as I write this entry,  The thought of being retarded again makes me want to end my life right now, but I have vowed to keep writing these reports until my demise.  I will mail both notebooks to Dr. Strauss and Professor Nemur in hope that they will learn from me and will not perform this experiment on any other living beings.  I am now heading out to mail my notebooks and when I return I plan to be staring down the barrel of my pistol as I end my own misery.  I have no regrets other than the fact that I am dying alone, afraid, and in pain.