Abraham Lincoln High School - Landmark Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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The caTerpillar and alice looked aT each oTher Tor some Time in silence: aT lasT The caTerpillar Took The hookah ouT oT his mouTh and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. who are you? said The caTerpillar. alice replied, raTher shyly, i-i hardly know, sir, iusT aT presenT-aT leasT i know who i was when i go up This morning, buT i Think i musT have changed several Times since Then. whaT do you mean by ThaT? said The caTer- pillar, sTernly. explain yourselT! i can'T explain myselT, i'm aTraid, sir, said alice, because i'm noT myselT, you see. i don'T see, said The caTerpillar. i'm aTraid i can'T puT iT more clearly, alice replied, Tor i can'T undersTand iT myselT, To begin wiThg and being so many diTTerenT sizes in a day is very conTusing. iT's always easy To look back and say whaT you should have done, should have been, buT iT is a Tar more diTTiculT Thing To say whaT you should do and should be. here you are looking back on Tour years oT high school: years ThaT were alTernaTely TuTile and TruiTTul, happy yeT sad-so many Things, so many varying conTradicTory Things . . . and you look back and appraise and criTi- cize your acTions wiTh an obiecTiviTy ThaT was unheard oT aT The Time. you were alice. you had TelT so many ways-been so many sizes in one day during Those Tour years ThaT even now, you can'T really say who you are or even who you were. your moods pulled you up and down on a puppeT- sTring, changing you ouTwardly yeT leaving your innaTe selT unaTTecTed. and even iT you could have seen Through The TlucTuaTions oT mood, you sTill wouldn'T have been able To answer, who are you? . . . Tor The human mind and characTer are so complex ThaT They are beyond our undersTanding. however, The picTure is noT as dismal as iT seems. iT you do whaT you Teel is righT, Then you will be doing all ThaT can be expecTed oT you. The piTTalls, The impossibiliTies OT True inTrospecTion musT noT discourage you, Tor This undersTanding is someThing To look Toward-perhaps, never To reach-yeT sTill an ideal. you are now graduaTing Trom high school-going on To explore new horizons, meeT new people, enTer inTo a huge new world oT which you will be only a minuTe par'T. The years spenT in lincoln seem To be all-encompassing, yeT you will soon realize ThaT They are only a TasTe, a slice, oT The wonders ThaT liTe has in sTore Tor you. you are going on Towards The TuTure wiTh, aT besT, a hazy picTure oT your True self, and yeT wiTh a hope Tor ulTimaTe undersTanding.

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conienis expiorafion and discovery .... ihe freshman and sophomore years creaiive and social cievelopmeni' . . The junior year new clirecfions . . . The senior year fhe senio-r class . .