Lumberton High School - Pirateer Yearbook (Lumberton, NC)

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Class History There's The Door, waiting to be opened. Reach out, grasp the handle, and open it--no, not yetg we're not ready. We can't leave now. We've just arrived. Why are we reluctant to open this door? We've been opening doors all our lives. Yes, just twelve years ago we opened the first one. Oh, it wasn't difficult. The hinges swung easily. Such a new, attractive door! It almost invited us to open lt. Once on the other side of the door, we found that it closed behind us. We couldn't go back, but then we discovered that we didn want to. We were so busy getting to know and understand each other that there was no time to think of the past. Years passed, happy years spent working and playing together. We learned to read and write and to compute difficult mathematical problems Q2 + 2 I 4y. We learned something about the world around us, especially about the people who make up the world. What a profound discovery it was that the world wasn't square and that everyone didn't speak English. Our thoughts were still uncomplicated by the Cold War and the rising cost of liv- ing. Why, we knew everything! Then we began to notice a secopd door. It 't was somewhat more massive in appearance than the first through which we had come. Having become quite bored with our now childish surroundings, we grabbed the handle and pulled with all our mightg but the door moved only enough to enable us to see what was on the other side. Oh! What torture! What anguish! Why couldn't we enter? The answer becam apparent. The appropriate time had not arrived. Undaunted, we continued our pursuits, always with an eye on the partially opened door. Then ,... it moved. Confusion, mass hysteria, bewilderment, fun, study, heartache, all forms of sorrow and happiness. These we have experienced for four years, but now it's over. There's The Door, and on the other side . . . life. GLENN GOODYEAR Class Historian COLORS - Maroon and Gold FLOWER - Gold Mums MOTTO - Today we follow, tomorrow we lead.