Fenster Ranch School - Yearbook (Tucson, AZ)

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NAS Time Goes Byn Con't. I looked out of the plane window. I saw Niagra Falls. I could feel the water on my face. I heard a loud voice say, nyou'11 be late for classesn. Then she poured more water on my face. Here I was 'back again, being rudely awakened by my dormmother, and on my way to classes.

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NAS Time Goes Byn Con't. was speechless at the sight of her. It was my classmate Christine Swenson. we both were shocked by the sight of each other. Christine told me how. much she enjoyed her job and the people she worked with. After spending five hours with her I felt guilty, because I,was never a Girl Scout. With that thought in mind I bought cookies and cakesvfrom them, and I went back to my hotel. The next stop was Portugal. I remembered seeing those new Portuguese sports cars in France. It was just what I wanted. I went to the Portu- guese Mbtors Inc. Building, and decided to buy a red and green plaid car, the convertible type, the one which folds up and fits into one's pocket. Nobody was able to speak English except the Presi- dent of the firm. Heading toward his office, I saw a distinguished-looking man surrounded by his pri- vate secretaries. -It was none other than my old Chemistry buddy, Mr. Milton Burr. After calming down from the excitement of seeing each other, we had some laughs about the violent explosions we made in-the lab. He said business was good and.he gave me four cars as a gift, Each car was a diff6' rent plaid. I folded them up and put them into my pocket, just like HA Falling Starn. My mission was complete. I would now hand my boss the report about the Medical Technologists through- out the world. I was glad about the raise I was getting for the cure of antihypersyllabicsesquiped- alianism. I was happy about the cure for Lukemia, which I had discovered quite by accident. I de- cided to have the medicine bottled and put on the market after I arrived home. I was proud of my name, Arlyne Moskowitz, Medical Technologist.

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GRADUATION The graduation exercises are over. I've been congratulated, patted on the back by my father, kissed by my mother, and thrown many admiring glances by the younger classmen, who are long- ing f6r'?he day when they will be the ones in the black robes. I've thrown away the notes from my speech and taken off the cap that I'd taken so much trouble to adjust just a few hours before. Now I feel the urge to be away from the people, to wander over the campus I've walked on during the past and see it once more and recall memories which soon will be lost with my youth. I stand on the field looking at the dormitories, thinking of many things. My thinking isn't centered around the school now. It is focused on the present and what is to come: my college life, my marriage, and my children. Next fall I will be walking through new portals that open a world to me that is different from anything I've seen or experienced. I am frightened a little and even surprised that .I can admit it to myself. I am exuberant with delight, though, because opportunity is mine. If only my past has been worthy of it. This is what frightens me. I feel a surge of power, for at last I am a part of the adult world. My opinion will now be accepted as an adult expression, not the fantasies of a child. I have looked forward to this day for at long last-I am a free, independent human being. Now I am ready to go back to the scene of this change.. The noise and frolic have meaning to me now. I must go back to my parents and wish my friends good-luck. I must go back and take my place in the world. D. Leslie