Bloomington High School - Bear Yearbook (Bloomington, MN)

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0?onecvonct 9 The past . . . yes, we all hold glorious memories of Bloomington High days dear to us. Memories of glad things and sad things, but they are lasting. For the seniors it's the end of four wonderful and memorable years. For the freshmen it's the beginning of four years of numerous clubs, committees, and dances. These are the years we will look back on. Oh . . . the thought of having to leave them! Never forget those dark, cold mornings at about 7:00 when all of a sudden ringggggggggg or John, will you please get up? I have already called you three times! Yah. Then those crowded, overloaded school buses. How we hated those things! Then the start of another day. Boring to some, as usual, but enjoyed by most. Those last bells in the morning sure seem to get earlier every day! And lunch . . . what a mess!! Those underclassmen!!! Where do they all come from? No one knows. After you gulp down your lunch, you then have about twenty-five seconds to return to the old grind. 2:10!!! The race is on. To the buses! Or for those that had six classes or activities, riding on the 3:10 buses is very common. And at night those dreary hours of homework. But you know, it really isn't so bad. All this amounted to your past hours, days, years, whatever they may be, at Bloomington High School. Looking ahead you see graduation. Now that seems like the last step to being free. But, all of a sudden you are walking down that aisle, and oh, oh . . . here they come! Those unexpected tears. Embarrassing? No, everyone is shedding a few. Now the realization is finally coming that the beloved high school days are gone. Gone except for the wonderful memories we all hold dear in our hearts. Just think!! No more nerve-shattering alarm clocks or John, will you please get up? No more crowded buses, short lunch periods, and noisy underclassmen. Oh, but those were the good years. But, gosh!!! Those UNDERCLASSMEN who are taking our places! Will they do a good job? Of course!! We were once underclassmen ourselves. And we can't forget those slave-driving, whip-cracking teachers!! They at least tried to pound something into our heads. We have to give them some credit, don't we? These are the thoughts that race through our minds as we madly scramble through these pages of our yearbook. But, wait a minute! Perhaps you can see some planning for our future in the hectic record of our days on the following pages . . .

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dedicate 7959 “Seast t TfOu. dleatuz (to duuMi A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.” -HENRY BROOKS ADAMS During our four years at Bloomington High School we have felt the influence of a master teacher. Her devotion to our welfare has been constant through the years. Mrs. Johnson has, through her English classes, prepared us for college, for work in industry, and for lives as good citizens of the future. She has helped many a B.H.S. student find a purpose in life, a larger sense of responsibility, and a clearer understanding of himself in relationship to our society. Ves, A teacher affects eternity. . . but a good teacher improves humanity.

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