“I went to Shubie School. There you had to learn everything fast. If you didn’t know how to fight, you would learn. ‘Cause everybody wanted to try you out’.  There was a girls' side and a boys' side.  One fella, George, thought he was a fireman. He and a couple of other guys soaked all the dormitories with water.  We all had a good laugh out of that.  It was quite a school.  A person couldn’t even pass wind without getting in trouble. You even got in trouble for telling on somebody.  Man, for that you would get the tar beaten out of you, but everybody learned to take care of each other.
 
Marbles was a game we played in school.  I will tell you one thing it passed the time away when you were in a place you didn’t want to be.  Even though marbles isn’t a contact game, some of the kids would make it a violent game.  If somebody lost all their marbles, he would fight with the person who won all his marbles and take them all back including that person’s.
 
Shubie School was a strict school.  We had our good times in that school, but mostly bad ones.  I was some happy when I got home from that school. Never again!  I would not go back to that school.  A person could not speak Indian in that school at all. If you were to get caught speaking Indian you would be punished.  English was the only language we were allowed to speak.  I saw a lot of Natives lose their language in that place.”