| Pinetown Boys' High School Recollections (1985 - 1988) | |
| Pinetown, KwaZulu-Natal, Republic of South Africa | |
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| by Gregory Donner | |
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This page is intended for, and will obviously only mean something to those who have attended PBHS (but if you enjoy it, you're welcome to be an exception to the rule). :) For old boys reading this page, Schoolfriends is a good place to join. PBHS is listed, with a number of people already registered there (myself included). For a better feel of the school grounds, here's an older (March 2000), but good video clip from YouTube.
I was admitted to Pinetown Boys' High School on April 16, 1985, just in time for the second term (at that time, approximately 1,200 students attending). Here are some interesting tidbits that happened during my four years there:
Bomb threats were always welcomed by the students, since they lasted for at least one period (35 minutes). All the students had to group together on the rugby field in their homeroom classes and the teachers took attendance. The police were called in with their dogs to check the school over for bombs. Once they gave the "all-clear", everyone returned to their respective classrooms. My only regret was that there never was a bomb threat during math class.
In addition, there was always a rumor while I was at PBHS that Pinetown Girls' High School was going to merge with the Boys' High School. Sadly enough after all these years, still just a rumor...
Having learned my place at Alexandra High School as a lowly second former, I was surprised that Pinetown Boys' High had no such initiation rites. After inquiring about it, I learned that a second former had apparently been killed after being placed inside a trash can--and stacked on top of another trash can--which then toppled off the third floor onto the quad below. Until that time, I'd thought Alex was rough.
If you hated rugby, and yet were forced to give up three or four hours of your Saturday afternoon attending both first and second team rugby games at an all boys school--dressed in full school uniform--would you be cheering? The most likely answer to that is "yes". Especially if one of the prefects in the front saw you weren't. They even had prefects covering the school entrances, and taking names of anyone who didn't show up and register in person as being there. A few lucky students managed to sneak off the school grounds after signing in.
The weather in Pinetown never got too cold or so hot as to prevent you from riding your bike, and so after finding the bus ride was fraught with foul language and activity, I decided to ride my bicycle to and from school. It was good exercise, and on the way home, part of the enjoyment for a teenage high school boy was riding past the girls' school not more than a mile away. One day I decided to be bold and ride through the small paved drive that curved off the main road and came right past the entrance of the girls' school. This drive was, of course, popular with parents who parked along the left side, waiting to pick up their daughters. As the girls' school got out at the same time as mine, this area was literally swarming with girls as I rode through! It goes without saying that, with head turned, I was taking in the sights and enjoying my newfound attention...until I slammed into the back of a parked car. Thankfully, the driver was very forgiving, as the only thing damaged were (aside from my pride) a few bent spokes in my front wheel. Several girls who saw what happened thoroughly enjoyed the free entertainment.
If, after leaving the school grounds, you felt the urge to smoke or pick a fight with someome while you were in your school uniform (and were discovered and reported to the school), you faced the same disciplinary action as if you had done it on school grounds. Not surprising a rule, since the reputation of the school held great value, and was at stake by your action. What was even more surprising was the advice given to the student body by the headmaster: if, after leaving school grounds, you decide to smoke or fight, simply take off your tie and remove your blazer. This left you as unidentified with the school (since almost all schools had grey pants and white shirts) and it posed no risk to the school's reputation. I was privvy enough to see this advice being followed on numerous occasions.
I matriculated from PBHS on November 30, 1988 with my Natal Senior Certificate. Three days later--December 3, 1988--I left for the United States. I believe this quick transition from South Africa to the U.S.A. has been largely responsible for the fact that I find it hard to let go of my memories of PBHS. They truly are fond ones. My only regret is that my years of attending all-boys schools throughout high school (I also attended Alexandra High School in Pietermaritzburg in '83 and '84--back then, also a boys-only school) has somewhat hindered or delayed my ability to relate to girls, making me more of a nerd than I'd like to admit. :)
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| My good friend Eugene Wolff and myself on Annual Speech Day, November 3, 1988 |
Even after all these years, I still have dreams of not having my homework done in time, forgetting my tie or blazer, or not having studied for an exam. I can still visualize the whole school grounds (and thanks to a friend of mine who sent me newer pictures), not much has changed after so many years.