Bernalillo High School - Spartan Yearbook (Bernalillo, NM)

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Class Of 1991 Funky Freshman The Funky Freshman really seem to be getting with it this year. The majority seem to like it here at B.h.S. As the year comes around we will show the true Spartan Spirit of the class of 91”. Most of the freshman are participating in sports like: x- country, volleyball, football, and even cheerleading and band. The thing we really like is being off campus and the pep assemblies. It's a change but not much; the classes have more people in them but we get along. ’We the Class of 91” will always be the rowdy and mighty ones!!!” Manuel Montano On campus FUN!!! Hey you guys!!! 55 Class is Great!!!

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Laneada Ortiz Rcvina Pacheco Vemita Pacheco Tanya Padilla Kerry Paiz Juanita Payton Emma Pena Christine Perea Cynthia Prairie Joe Pratt Bonjean Proffitt Anna Quintana Eric Quintana Richard Rael Crystal Ralston Brenda Reano Dora Reano Benjamin Rivera Jason Romero Jenica Romero Mark Romero Laticla Rosetta Connie Sanchez Eric Sanchez Lisa Sanchez Mona Sanchez Tamie Sanchez Wade Sanchez DeeDee Sandoval Domonic Sandoval Jose Sandoval Christine Satriana Amy Segura David Segura Immaculate Segura Luis Sena Harriet Star Christine Suina Wayne Suina Amy Tarango Bartolo Tenorio Chester Tenorio Jessica Tenorio Josette Tenorio Sedelio Tenorio Terecita Tenorio Dane Trancosa Mathan Trancosa Beatrice Urioste Irene Valdez Bamaby Valencia Conrad Valencia Geneva Valencia John Valencia Joseph Velarde Phcadra Velasquez Vernon Victorino Carmelita Whipple Morman Williams Patricia Wilson Maria Suina April Trancosa Rachel Valdez 54

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Walter Armijo Bom-March 31, 1970; Died-January 1, 1988 I shell not pass this way again — Although it be bordered be with flowers. Although I rest in fragrant powers, To highest heaven their gladsome flight; Though moons are full and stars are bright; And winds and waves are softly sighing, While leafy trees make low replying; Though voices dear in joyous strain Repeat a jubilant refrain; Though rising suns their radiance throw On summer’s green and winter's snow, In such rare splendor that my heart Would ache from scenes like these to part; Though beauties heighten, And life-lights brighten, And joys proceed from every pain — I shall not pass this way again. I love the beauty of the scene, Would roam again o’er fields so green; But since I may not, let me spend My strength for others to the end — For those who tread on rock and stone, And bear their burdens all alone, Who loiter not in leafy bowers, Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers, A larger kindness give to me, A deeper love and sympathy; Then, 0, one day May someone say — Remembering a lessened pain — “Would he pass this way again. .......£va Rost York