Tag: school pride

Buzz in the Pridelands: Last Game, Last Drama!

By Liz Anya

Hold onto your edges Cubs, because Wednesday’s final game of the season was straight out of a teen drama series! The girls under 20 football team “beauty and shellhead” may have taken the win against AGHS (3–0, thank you very much), but the real action was off the field with the naysayers in the stands.

Regardless of how hard we work, there are always people whose life work is to live to hate on our pink and grey. How hard is it to say congrats and shake hands with a good face? Congrats to the Striker who finally found a space on the field to score the first goal of the afternoon. As well as the wing who put aside her tumbling skills to score two more!!

Meanwhile, Coach T was seen having an intense post-game chat with Principal CG. Rumor has it there may be big coaching changes next season. I hope they know what they are doing.

Still to come the 70th anniversary celebrations. Will the oldies outshine the current?

Season’s over, but the gossip? Oh, it’s just getting started. Stay tuned, cubs and rest up! You know I will.

Alma Mater Day: Repping PMS with Pride

At the Princess Margaret School, we believe that “The World is in Need of Good Men and Women”. Therefore, on this Alma Mater Day, we especially celebrate our proud alumni, who are indeed good men and women all around the world! Today, across Antigua and Barbuda, schools are being celebrated for doing what schools do best, providing a home away from home, a place we can always come back to because, that’s just what “alma mater” means. It’s Latin for “nourishing mother”, referring to the school that shaped you, fed you, challenged you, and, let’s be honest, taught you those lessons you didn’t always feel ready for. In time, you looked back however, and realized that just like a parent, your school was preparing you for a world yet to be imagined. Your Alma Mater isn’t just a building with classrooms; it’s a legacy, a foundation, and a lifelong connection.

So, we welcome you today to think about those moments in school that were so memorable. Was it the unforgettable sports meets, that time you showcased a talent on the performing stage, was it the friendships forged between classes, or the people who pushed you to be your best or helped when you were at your worst? Was it just a memory long forgotten about that time when you wore the pink or grey? Whatever makes your heart swell with pride to represent your school today, wear your uniform, share your memories and know that you are a part of a legacy of incomparable greatness.

Whether you are Sir Vivian Richards (cricket legend), Gaston Browne (Prime Minister of Antigua and Barbuda), Jamaica Kincaid (renowned author), a plumber, electrician, educator, doctor, clerk, entrepreneur or just a person who attended Princess Margaret School between 1955 and today; you are connected by the threads of the same tapestry. So what kind of alumni will you be? Will you be one who returns to mentor current students like Jamaine Semple (Filmmaker’s Club, anyone?). The one who brings pride to PMS through your achievements? The one who rocks your PMS shirt on Alma Mater Day, reminding the world that once a PMS student, always a PMS student? Will you be the one who comes back home to “mother” and gives thanks in any way that you can? Set the example for those still there, the “if I can make it, you can”, the “here’s how I’d like to help”?

In whatever way, represent your school. Show your pride. It’s Alma Mater Day.

The Princess Margaret School welcomes you always, proud to have raised such good men and women.

“Champion Clean Up “

Well, well, well, if it isn’t our school, crowned as the champions, yet again! But here’s the thing: we’re not talking about all those winning actions that made us #1. Nope, not this time. This isn’t about effort, dedication, or anything actually sports related.

Let’s talk about something more… interesting. Have you noticed how some folks on the team suddenly become “champions” in the social scene too? You know the type—those who casually stroll into the cafeteria like they just won an Oscar, throwing around “champ” this and “winner” that. Maybe it’s the glow of the trophy, or maybe it’s just the attention that comes with the title, but suddenly everyone’s got an opinion on everything. Who needs a spotlight on the field when you can snag it in the hallways, right?

And speaking of champions, it’s funny how some of them don’t dress, speak or read the part. Short skirts, Birkenstocks, hoodies and king pin rings (not all that glitters is gold, gentlemen) are the main event coming through the gate. I mean, who knew that being a champion meant coming to school dressed like you’re standing down on point wharf corner?

But hey, that’s just the vibe around here. So clean it up champs.