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„ .The Individual Senior
' i^eriters the door, smiling naively at new faces.
i A search for identity? he wants tp be an individual.^
"Dowm thp corridor. Into the room'labeled Sopho^orjEt. 9 fr
Do not fly tod close to the sun.'jAe is tolcf;
"your mngs will surely
think I understand now. Miss Strickland.
He is a young man, making decisions.
Yet the teachers guide him.
French. Geometry. He must_^study.
^ Here comes his driver's licen%. FUN!
"Give 'em Hell, Blue!^
■ ' Exams come. The Sophomore Hop.
He survives Senior Week. But what abo^t her?.
She prays for a senior to ask her tb ^ Proir*
H^has grown lip. He knows his w^ around
r "lAinderstand now. Miss Strickland."
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‘*'lnto the room called Junior he goes.^^
Older. Much wiser. Ready to do his best.
"I feef I am an tridividual; yet I do as they say
Mrs. Westerlund barks the history command,
"Miss Van Wilkens smokes pot."
The SAT scores come. "Flash made^90?"
Everyone slaveifor the prom. It is magtiifjcent.
Pride, a^ftations all fill the heart^
^ sense of aojpmplishment chills his spine,
' "We’are the best class ever."
Visions of the beach fill his ^
It's^ime to relax. He is maturing * ^
i fc,Love}hatred,prTd^disappointment,joyjr0l?experienced.
A fylUifei Y^t he is told what hej-^"-* ^
. "I )can't wait 'til next year
;At the e^a of the hall is the big one.
Senior. Class of '69. The wild me.
We rule Hardee's. Teen Dem Rally. Kep's.
The D.E. Cdfivention. Miss Caughman's jrig.
"It looks like a good year "
i.4 Cull'scores again. Lewis hits for two
R.CTinforms. "Stand two feet apart in the^alls.
I Decisions!lVha cares what happens? IM^t WnvT^
re said tobe unruly. The administration is omnipolffl
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'Where ar^ou going to school next year?
Graduation is near. He feels close to hSJi^ds.
He doesn't care what happens. This is his time,to we'
All await the annuak. He looks for his pictures.
He gazes at his Senior ring. Some three years.
"I'll be glad when it's over, but I'll be sad."
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Out the door he walks, into a room called Life.
He pauses. The wall is clearly etched. Mfcries.
Yet in his venture, he must look beyond ^e past.
The ceiling glov»-his future looms aboye him. ,
Hejs an individual.
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