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We were marched into the room, Told to disrobe, to leave our belongings behind. The room was locked. Hard to concentrate; Harder to look straight In our anxious states. We lined up, entered en masse, Into the showers. We were Southsiders; Italians, Poles, Irish and mixed, Nervous whispers, shielding tensions, Standing by the poolside. The whistle blew, And thirty boys dove In the comfort of the pool.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
Concentration
We were marched into the room, Told to disrobe, to leave our belongings behind. The room was locked. Hard to concentrate; Harder to look straight In our anxious states. We lined up, entered en masse, Into the showers. We were Southsiders; Italians, Poles, Irish and mixed, Nervous whispers, shielding tensions, Standing by the poolside. The whistle blew, And thirty boys dove In the comfort of the pool.
It was a different era when Grade 9 boys were required to take swimming as part of the Phys Ed. programme. We weren't allowed to wear bathing suits. This would never happen today.
francie-lynch
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
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