I graduated from the Civic Hospital School of Nursing in 1971 from a 3 year program. There was always an initiation the first 2 weeks of school where the older students would make the newbies do all kinds of silly things like dancing in the middle of Carling Ave or dressing up downtown. This song was one of the first that I learned that week. “I’m from OCH, Oh pity me, there’s not a damn man in this nunnery, And when its 12 o’clock, they lock the doors, I don’t know why the hell we ever came her for”! There is more! We lived in residence and were allowed weekend passes to go home. We had to be in by 10pm on weeknights and 12 on weekends, I believe. The house mother was always there to monitor us at the desk near the front door. I remember someone distracting her so we could sneak when we were late. We wore the traditional pink dress with OCH printed all over it with starched white aprons with a separate starched bib and starched nurses cap. Black shoes (oxfords with slight heel)and stockings were worn the first 2 years and then we graduated to white oxfords and stockings in 3rd year in our intern year. We did our formal learning in the new Education Building and an Intern’s Residence was also new at that time on the south side of the Residence. We would walk through the tunnels to go to the hospital. In third year, we could live outside of residence and we made a modest salary as we worked as a nurse, shift work included, while under supervision. We started with around 180 students and ended up with around 120. We graduated in a white uniform and in 1971, they were mini skirts. I remember walking down the steps of the front of the hospital holding our red rose of graduation.