The boy on my left won for research in medicine, the boy on my right, with glasses, for biology (he also became my boyfriend for 3 years, took me to his prom and I took him to mine.)
My winning entry? For poetry. Afraid I couldn't dig up that entry, but you'll be seeing some of my poetry in upcoming posts. I wrote poetry from - oh, grade two, probably - until I got married. (No one is ever going to see the Grade Two stuff, so don't ask!) When I started writing again, 20 years later, I was more interested in writing fiction, which is what I mostly write now, along with memoir.
But here is the poem I wrote on breaking up with this lovely young man, my first boyfriend:
Thin and bland
as we politely
distance our affections.
Like smokers cutting down
preparing for departure,
the autumn air