Cheers to 70 Years

Today is Princess Margaret School Day! Our school was founded on this day 25th April, 1955. That’s seventy amazing years of learning, growing, and making history—right here at Princess Margaret School in Antigua and Barbuda. That’s seven decades of bold dreams, big ideas, fierce pride, and a whole lot of pink, white and grey!

Whether you’re a bright-eyed first former, a confident fifth former, or somewhere in between, you’re part of something special—a legacy that started in 1955 and still shines strong today. Princess Margaret School has always been more than a school. It’s a place where excellence is expected, leadership is grown, and talent runs deep.

From our unforgettable steelband to our unbeatable performances in track and field, football and fencing, to basketball, cricket and netball, to our dancers, dramatists, debaters, and our whizzes in chess — we’ve shown the entire nation the formula of champions that just can’t be beat.

Our school began with a mission: to freely provide a quality education to young minds and prepare them to become leaders, thinkers, and citizens of purpose. Seventy years later, the Princess Margaret School has grown into a powerful symbol of Antiguan pride and achievement.

Generations of students have walked our halls—each adding their own line to a rich legacy that spans classrooms, sports fields, cultural stages, and community service. PMS has produced doctors, lawyers, artists, athletes, educators, prime ministers and change-makers, all rooted in the values of excellence and integrity.

This milestone is more than a celebration of the past; it’s a call to the future. As we honour seventy years of shaping young minds, we also look ahead with hope. In every student who enters through the gate, there is the promise of progress—the next innovator, the next leader, the next voice of a brighter tomorrow.

To the alumni, staff, parents, and current students who have been a part of this incredible journey, your spirit, commitment, and love for Princess Margaret School have carried it through the years.

Here’s to the next 70—may they be filled with the same courage, curiosity, and community that started it all and has since kept it going.

The Trial of End of Term

There’s a special kind of hush that falls over a school on report card day. Not the peaceful sort, mind you—the kind that hangs heavy, like the moment before thunder. Children, usually bold as brass, suddenly walk like they’re in a library, whispering wild theories about who failed Maths while peaking from behind their parents.

Anxiety blooms in small hearts—was that one missed assignment that important to my grade? Is a 48 in Geography the end of life as I know it? They rehearse explanations with the conviction of defence attorneys: “But me neva have the book, the teacher nah come ah school, it’s in my bag, I did that one!!!”

Then come the parents, marching into the school like seasoned prosecutors. Eyes sharp, brows raised, some ready to applaud, others poised to question the entire education system. There are the optimists—“He’s trying his best!”—and the enforcers—“If this is trying, he’ll be trying it again next year.”

Meanwhile, the teachers—those noble stewards of lesson plans and patience—sit with the calm of a courtroom stenographer. Because, the term is done. The jury has deliberated. The time for sentences is past tense. They simply stare serenely, watching the theatrics unfold like a well-rehearsed play.

The judge has returned to his chambers.

For them, it’s peace at last. Until the next trial..term.

Kid Fun Corner

Sip and Color

Answer to last riddler: the future