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IC NEWSLETTER -
SPRING 2009
20
Like many other IC alumni, if I were to sit down
and think of funny, wonderful stories about
our days at IC, the list might be endless. Here
is just a short one that springs to mind: was
walking down Bliss Street one weekday morning,
making my way to school. I ran across a friend
doing the same thing. We chatted as we went
along, and presently, we reached the top of the
narrow road between IC and AUB that led to
the gate of the school at its bottom. There was
no security checkpoint at the top of this road at
that time. Instead of heading down to the gate,
my friend started scaling the wall surrounding
the campus from the Bliss Street side. I found
that strange behavior. When I asked him what
he was doing, he confessed that he had owed
Mihyo money for some time now, beyond any
reasonable grace period, and it was just easier to
climb over the wall than face Mihyo’s diatribe.
Adil Kanaan ‘63
Thank you for asking us Alumni to share with
some stories, there is one story I hope you see
suitable for sharing in our dear newsletter:
Prof. Abdullah Sheaito, and while talking to our
class about the achievements of a student in
another section misses the “Al” at the beginning
of the family name; one of our dear classmates,
smiling, corrects Prof. Sheaito- who just
explains that this difference doesn’t matter,
while our colleague continues: one belongs
to a certain religious sect, and the other
one belongs to another.... Prof. Sheaito replied:
I don’t see any difference between both of
these students, nor do they look different to
me, and neither do I see any difference among
other students, in our school or in any other
place....and those kinds of differences do not
have a meaning in our human code of conduct.
I just hope Prof Sheaito’s and our other dear
teachers’ thinking keeps spreading among the
students, in Lebanon, and everywhere else. His
statement clearly expressed his love for unity
between people, and that could be linked to the
latest struggle on the frontiers of the subject he
teaches- Physics’, with its never ending endeavor
to unify all the forces, the weak and the strong,
the gravitational and the electromagnetic.......
Tarek S. Ahmadieh ‘92
Here I am again. First of all
let me thank you and the IC
Newsletter Team for this effort,
and I am so grateful for receiving it
regularly.
My memoires at the IC are remote and getting
fainter, but what I still remember from that
period, 1942, is the moment when I arrived
at the campus from my native town Nablus,
Palestine. I felt as if I was in another world.
Everything around me was so different
and beautiful, first time living by the seaside, and
an ideal place for education. I moved from all
Arabic to all English education, and I had to
put good effort to cope with it. I spent one year
at IC, graduated and moved to the Freshman
class at the AUB. I feel nostalgic for the IC and
the AUB, the best educational institutions in the
Middle East, where I spent the best years of my
life, and where l learned many values and ideals
of life.
Zuhair Annab ‘42
One of the embarrassing moments I had at the
6th secondary in our English class was when Mr.
Monaghan asked if anybody knew what a stag
party was.
I raised my hand and Mr. Monaghan asked me
to stand up and answer.
Having seen many cartoons in Playboy magazine
in which men romped with women of ill repute
at bachelor’s parties.
I was under the erroneous impression that these
parties were indeed the stag parties our teacher
was referring to. I started to define stag party, but
stopped in mid sentence as I looked around to
see my three female classmates present. Grabbing
my hesitation by the horns Mr. Monaghan asked
me whether one of my female classmates would
be present at such a stag party.
Ya ard insha2i wibla3ini was my immediate wish.
At that point one of my classmates Akram Sader
came to my rescue and answered in the negative;
explaining that stag parties were men’s only
affairs stemming from Stag being the male of the
species of deer used in the stag party definition
context as for males only.
Issa Kawar ‘70
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