Belleville Central High School - Tower Yearbook (Belleville, NY)

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DEDICATION The Class of 1982 Is very honored to dedicate The Tower of 1982 to Mr. Mark Shevalier. We feel he has been more than just a teacher, but a friend, to our class. He has helped us in ways that show he cares about who we are and who we can become. Mr. Shevalier has shown an interest In helping out when there is something extra to do. Varsity girls' sports have been given great er momentum and direction since he has taken over that coach- ing position. He was very willing to help out the German Club with the Variety Show in the spring of 1981. He became the true inspira- tion in making the Black Knight Mascot a reality. He continues to be willing to help out organizations including the P.T.A. with activi- ties that benefit the students. These are just the big things but the little ones are done just as generously. Mr. Shevalier came to Belleville in 1978 to teach English to sev- enth, eighth, and nineth grades and vocational students. He originally came from Syracuse, where he is a graduate of the Manlius Military Academy. He performed his undergraduate work at the University of Southern Colorado, in Pueblo, Colorado. There he majored in English and acquired a minor in Read- ing. He has done his graduate work at both Elmira College and SUC at Cortland, attaining a coach's certification from Cortland's Physical Education Department. He previously worked in Seneca Falls. N.Y., at Mynderse Academy, where he taught 12th grade English and Psychology and was a member of the coaching staff. The Class of 1982 feels we owe Mr. Shevalier the respect and honor that comes with dedicating our yearbook to him. We also want him to know how much we appreciate his efforts. The mark of a true friend Is one who gives of himself. Our admiration goes to you, Mr. Shevalier. Thank youl 4

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The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as tar as I could To where It bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference. —Robert Frost