Written by Camilla Nesbitt The first term of this school year, the School introduced a new policy for phone usage, which has sparked a lot of chatter, though not over Whatsapp or Snapchat messages. Grade 9s and 10s are no longer allowed to use their phones throughout the entire school day, from when the first class starts at 8:10AM to when the final bell dismisses students at 3:00PM.  Phones should be kept inside backpacks or inside lockers for the entirety of the school day,

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