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Tofield School Newsletter October 2018 Creative Writing 11 Newletter Club Orange Shirt Day Terry Fox Run This year Tofield High School has beat their fundraiser goal for the Terry Fox Run. Our goal was to raise $1000, however we reached $1224.25. Wha's Han in Sco Mis w’s ad 6 cas n er e w ag, an w a sun ces n $470 Cak fo c acti. Ata G 6B! Tit e Acti In Ti me ds e fe w t han o won laril bu to si n sah an rmow. Titan Sports Senior High Cross-Country running - We had 3 athletes take part in Cross-country running Zones in Camrose at the Stoney Creek Centre. The weather didn't cooperate as there was snow on the ground and it was very windy. Mercedes Tremblay, Breanna Codd and Dustin Huebert braved the cold and did very well. We hosted a Junior High Volleyball tournament at Tofield School on: Saturday, October 13. Participating teams were: OLMP (Camrose), Viking, Round Hill and Tofield. It was a Boys and Girls’ Tournament. Our girls finished first after the round robin and ended up making it to the finals, but lost to OLMP. It was unfortunate that one of the grade 9 girls from Tofield ended up spraining her ankle right before the finals. Senior HIgh Volleyball Result Tofield Girls are 0-2 Tofield Boys are 1-1. Girls have been to tournaments in Stettler and Provost. The senior High teams have played a home and home-exhibition match against Ryley School. Time To Gear Up, Titans! Online Store Open November 1st to 15th! Items to be in before Christmas break. *(*subject to availability) Use the link below to shop for your Tofield Titans items. (note: store will not open until Nov 1st) https://tofieldspiritwear2018.itemorder.com/sa le?read_message=true Funds raised by the Titan Wear sale will be in support of our Tofield School Breakfast Program. Happy shopping, Titans! Administrative Message Thank you is not nearly enough of a sentiment to express for the remarkable September and October at Tofield School. We are very pleased with the effort of our students to succeed and to respectfully advocate for their learning needs. Our Awards Celebration was a huge highlight for the month of October. WOW, we sure do have amazing students! One thank you I forgot to mention at Awards Night was to the parents! As the first teachers and the lifelong teachers of our students, you share the accomplishments of your children. We look forward to having another amazing month and thank you for making us so proud. Sincerely; Janice Muench Candice McLeod Chad Kendall Principal Assistant Principal Assistant Principal __________________________________________________________________________________ This month, staff was able to collaboratively plan and execute the building of a structure- concentrating on height, stability, and strength. Reminder for Students Alone we can do so little, together we can Everyone in work ex is do so much'~ Helen reminded to hand their Keller sheets in to Ms Korpan. ● Attendance – Please remember to call or email ([email protected]) at the office if your child will be away. ● Sign out – Please remember that every student is expected to From the Office sign in & out of the school, if you arrive late, leave early, or are in and out during the day. The sign out sheet is a safety measure to ensure that all students are accounted for in the event of a problem. ● New Physical Address – please inform the office of your new address ASAP, either by email ([email protected]), note or phone call. Thanks ● New Email Address – please inform the office of your new email address AsAP, either by email ([email protected]), note, or Phone call. Thank you. High School Awards Night!! Tofield School would like to congratulate and acknowledge the students that received awards for excellence in academics, athletics, leadership, and CTS courses. The recipients were: Hailey Anderson, Aidan Beatson, Laura Chute, Mark Cunnings, Sanuel Didusenko, Bethany Dupius, Bridgit Elliot, Carlos Enorme, Red Enorme, Kyra Fraser, Mitchell Gates, Aria Heaman, Tunde Hemperger, Rebecca Hill, Tim Hill, Courtney Hnetka, Dustin Huebert, Jayden Hymanyk, Madison Iverson, Austin Jennings, Harlie Kallichuck, Karl Kaplan, Yukino Kishimoto, William Kristensen, Abby Kropielnicki, Eve Koloski, Katie Lindskog, Joel Litwin, Sunnie Mack-Russell, Nikki Malica-Hare, Quinn Malin, Hailey McLaughin, Lincoln Miskew, Carter Schoff, Dustin Shambrook, Nicholas Sideroff, Olivia Sjursen, Mackenzie Sly, Sarah Spinks, Sydney Storvold, Lindsey Suchy, Whitney Teske, Joel Tiedemann, Mercedes Trembley, and Shaye Yoder School Fees Hot Lunch Invoices have been emailed or sent home with students. If you have not This year we will be offering students Hot received your student’s invoice, please Lunches by ordering online @ contact Ms. Carlson @ www.HealthyHunger.ca. Then click “Sign up for [email protected] or 780-662-3133. a free account.” After your account is created, you will register your student(s) and will be able We encourage you to pay with the to view upcoming lunches, place your orders, online system by visiting the Tofield and pay for your orders online with your Visa, School website and click on the Mastercard, or Interac Debit or have your “School Online Payments” icon and student bring in the money to their teacher. If follow the links. Online payments are you have any questions about the Healthy quick and easy and only have to be set Hunger program, please contact the Healthy up once. If you need help getting set Hunger Coordinator, Cathy Brown at up, please feel free to come to the [email protected]. office and Ms. Carlson will help you get The TOFIELD JAM CLUB set up. Fee payments are also accepted in the office by cheque or G 7 - 12 f / B. cash only. ● ● E SF M, O 29, Tf S P Thanks to our generous sponsors, Wild Oats and Notes Music Festival As we move forward with inclusion, this can be a gentle reminder... Grade 11 Creative Writing The Piano- Story Prompt ...The events of the last few years had seen to that. In the place of joy and music stood a somber silence no one dared fill. My mother was long dead, and along with her died my father’s soul. She had been the love of his life, and every breath he took was filled with heartache. Many afternoons had been spent in the ballroom, listening to her gently play the melodies of her childhood; evenings were spent sneaking out of our beds to hear the wonderful works of Mozart and Beethoven echo throughout the lavish lavish parties our parents threw. That all seemed so terribly long ago now. No one was allowed in the ballroom anymore, and there was no reason to hold parties. The beloved pianist no longer blessed the ears of those lucky enough to listen, no longer caressed the keys as if comforting a child, no longer transformed this house into a home. Her piano had since rotted, to the best of my knowledge. I had not seen it in years; my father would not permit it. In fact, my siblings and I could not speak of our mother at all. I suppose it pained him too much to hear of her. Instead, we dedicated our days to our studies. Various tutors educated us on the basic subjects- mathematics, language, sciences, and history. My two older sisters and I learned the responsibilities of a lady from our head maid, Anne, whilst my younger brother practiced fencing in the gardens. We were not especially close, for we had little in common other than music. Father was scarcely seen during the daytime, and remained quite distant when he was. However, I did not miss him. It was Mother I missed more than anything, and the love so evidently displayed when she played that piano. Her entire soul was was poured into every sonata, every melody. It was immensely moving to hear her play. I had begged her to teach me. Of course she agreed, but all too late. A few short months into my lessons, my esteemed instructor fell ill. She no longer had the strength to leave her bed. I knew it was only a matter of time before she passed, so I rehearsed to only song I knew- Canon in D Major- every spare moment. The day my mother died, our family lost all that kept us together. Laughter, music, joy, and most importantly, motherly love, were suddenly stripped from our lives. It was an oddly bright day for mid-November in England. I remember gazing out the window, absentmindedly, as I was supposed to be sipping tea. My mind wandered, as it often did, through memories of warmer times. Mother entered my daydream, her angelic silhouette seated at a glossy ebony grand piano. The memory of her made my fingers itch. They longed to feel the smooth keys under them once again. Playing just one note, just for one second, would allow me to feel her presence. Just one song would remind me of the wholesome love that used to fill every corner of this impossibly empty house. With each passing moment, the urge to slip away from my lesson and steal just one look at the instrument that still held the essence of my mother deep within it, grew. I was jerked from my thoughts by a firm smack on the back of my hand. Quickly, I took my teacup from the table and sipped it as delicately as I could. As soon as the cup had returned to its plate, I asked to be excused briefly.