Buckley School - Images Yearbook (Sherman Oaks, CA)

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For mem'ry has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade, And we find at the end of a perfect day The soul of a friend we've made Carrie Jacobs Bond Special thanks to Miss Crane, Miss Bilezikj Wang, Mrs. Lindley, Mr. Reynolds, Dr. Karazi ian, Mr. ssis, Mr. This page is dedicated to my parents and grand- mother, who have given me love, understanding and guidance through- out my school years. Much love to Dinah, Renee, Na-hyun, Henry, Mike, Dave, Crissy, Lisa, Linda and Berta who taught me the meaning of friendship. Thank you all for the cherished memories. Thepot and Mrs. Saslow who have given me help C when I needed. l l A friend is a person with whom Imay be sincere. Be- fore him, I may think aloud. Emerson

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ELv5a.LA.th Akuomomm. Lhmnmxj This page is dedicated to Mommy and Honey for your understanding, pa- tience, support, and most important your love, to Lori, for being all a sister can, and to Mama, without whom Buckley would not have been possible. What more can I say than I love you? Dinah, Helen, Sylvia, Crissy, Maria, and lody-you have helped me through so much, all of you, each in your own special way. All I can say is thank you. Amarcord: Little one, the world's smallest writing, You and me against the world , chocolate chip cookies, my two Persian buddies, March 26, 1975, geometry class, 8 hour phone calls, hystical giggling in U.S. history, The Sterile Cuckoo, secret plots against Miss Pom Pom, talks with S.B., calculator fights, M8fM discussions with CL., sitting with I.S. on M.K.'s bench, Humpty Du mpty, phone noises, trying to fight off K.K.K., never being able to say good-bye. To C.L.: thanks for the memories of: Dented fenders, that secret mission to find out what really goes on in l.P.'s truck, red roses, running laps, fun size candy bars, Hello to lock day. Lisa, redheads don't wear red lip gloss. Don't give me that, you have enough tears for an ocean! You have got to be kidding! But we went to McDonald's yesterday. Haven't you heard of erasers? But Eric is only a sophomore and I can't take a sophomore to the prom! Special thanks to: Mr. Wang, a wonderful person and great teacher, Mrs. Yao, for always being there, Mrs. Caywood, for caring, and Mr. Eriksson, for being a friend. 44 .af-N fit y . - . my . ,L 4 . f ' I ix, i gi: V. Q .ESI J, ni- Q If all my striving, planning, rehearsing came true, this would only give me a bigger version of myself. Real progress can't be imagined. l can't anticipate in thought what new vision life will lay before me or in which direction it will next demand my growth.

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1 wifi l am going my way- not to seek another and better doctrine, for I know there is none, but to leave all doctrines and all teachers and to reach my goal alone- or die. -Herman Hesse lf the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. -William Blake R, .' .Tx ' ' ' r y 4 ,..-4- -- A ' EWS gm-' . . ' l , . 1 E 4 ASR Si- V .i ,.lqq 'l 9 Q 44? ' f' -