Cabin Eighteen at night time was transformed into a miniature concert hall. The seven occupants, led by Adam Hill, would engage in singalongs until the early hours of the morning, singing or, to put it more precisely, yelling at the tops of their lungs, such classics as "Rawhide", "US Forces", and Bathory's "Enter the Eternal Fire". With our singing abilities, you can appreciate the racket that was heard right throughout the camp, and you can understand why we earned the "Loudest Cabin Award" several nights running.
Wednesday night arrived and, partly due to the flu and, in part, to singing, I had lost my voice. However, this did not deter the others. While they laid there singing all night, I lay there silent with a sore throat and a headache. Thursday morning came and, not having been presented the award, we were quite disappointed. Nevertheless, although not the loudest that night, we were still the ones who were punished. Promptly after breakfast, we were instructed to pack our bags and get ready to be driven home. "Will's" attempt at a scary face and voice failed, and we laughed at his seemingly idle threats. However, we eventually perceived that he was serious, and we did as he asked.
I was mad, after being quiet all night, about being sent home and treated in this way. However, my pleas fell on deaf ears. I was taking part of the blame for my room mates' actions. As well as this, we were being used as scapegoats.
A while passed and nothing happened. It dawned upon us that they had simply been trying to scare us. A smile returned to "Will's" face and we in turn resumed our jokes about his height (which took the smile away) and all was well again.
Reproduced from the Tormore Secondary College 1990 Year 12 Yearbook