Right: Auckland Grammar School, our home for the past
4½ years. It has been the place of many goings-on. Highlight of 1999, so far: A bomb scare. DHP Jonathan Coleman handled assembly pretty well after reading the fax regarding the bomb threat from the NZ Police. Class was delayed for only 1 period as the school waited on the top field for the all-clear. Apparently, the 'tip-off' was received from a phone booth in Ponsonby from a distressed female caller saying, "There's a bomb at the Grammar"...or something like that. |
![]() A view of Grammar from the sky. |
This year's "Chronicle" focuses on our fair school: its beginnings, its development, its masters and its students. The mid-section concentrates on the past 100 years at Grammar, the people and the places, and looks ahead to the next 100. Here follows a brief look at the school at which we've all spent so long studying, playing and competing with each other.
Ramblings from the Editor... Take a good look, as silly as it may sound now, you're going to miss it. The hard times and difficulties we've had at this school will seem trivial when compared to the real world, a world which is fast approaching. If anything, I know I'll miss my friends. I'll miss them because our tertiary studies will almost certainly take us to different campuses, cities, or even different countries. I know I'll miss doing all the things at school, like working backstage in the production, like playing sports with all my friends just for fun, and even just stuffing around doing nothing. I know that I'll probably never be able to do all of that again, and that leisure time will become more and more a thing of the past. Sure, we'll make new friends, but it'll never be the same. We'll all look back at our years at this school, a school like no other we've been to, and we'll see how well-off we all were. It is said that these are the best years of your life, and I believe that. I regret not doing more, not being fully involved until my final years at this school, and hope that somehow the chances I've missed will be picked up some other time in my life. I'm sorry if this sounds weird, but it's 3'o clock on Wednesday morning now, and I really feel depressed about leaving school, even if we've still got ½ a year to go. I pity those who left school last year from 6A: they don't know what they've missesd. They've missed a final year to do what we may never be able to do again, a final year to just enjoy school. "Enjoy school?", you say? Yes. Enjoy school. I almost feel like writing poetry, but I'll stop short of that (lucky for you!). Good luck for what's ahead, you'll probably need it. Keep in touch. Enjoy life. Eat well. And remember, "if you drink and drive..." :) - Ken Ginn, 7/7/1999
So, now we've finished all our exams, all 10-18 of them !!!! I'm glad they're all over, but I already miss school. No, no, I don't miss school; I just miss all my friends, friends that I'll probably never see again. I already miss not going to the same place everyday, not seeing all the same faces, doing the same thing (man I need a job). It's all very sad. Anyway, I hope we'll all get to see each other again sometime soon. But until then...Have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS, a HAPPY NEW YEAR, and a WONDERFUL MILLENNIUM !!! Have a good year at Uni, or in whatever you decide to do, study hard, and send me some mail sometime soon (you never do)! - Ken, 21/12/1999 |
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Look familiar? It
should. This is a prize-giving cerremony in Grammar's
Main Block (Hall). Assembly is held every moring here, with 7A sitting in the front two rows on the left-hand side of the hall. Left: Students are cramped for space as usual. |
Visit the AGS Homepage: http://www.ags.school.nz/
Author: Ken Ginn, 7A 1999 |
Email: kenginn@hotmail.com |