Bridgewater Raynham High School - Unitas Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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OLD TIMES ; W. H. McELWAIN SCHOOL Kindergarten A.M. 1970 1971 fc A Wi 1 1 • (i m iutd

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Many hours have been spent in classrooms in the past four years. With a variety of classes and teach- ers, B-R offers many opportunities in many areas. We, as students, have re- ceived strong, well-rounded educa- tions, putting time and effort into our studies, and because of the education we have earned and received, we feel ready to face the world and its chal- lenges. Along with the hard work pre- sented, our school times have brought smiles and laughs, as well as occasion- al naps. B-R's programs included challenging education and changing enjoyment, only two of the many ex- cellent aspects of our school — a school we are proud to call our own.

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s Thinking of our younger years, we takes a lifetime, and we are glad to laugh. Remembering the playful have spent some of this time together! things we used to do, we now see the changes from silly to sentimental and from mischievous to mature. Do you remember your best friends, your fa- vorite teachers, or your most special events in your younger years? Al- though we, ourselves, have changed, and we have seen others change in many ways, we are still the same deep down. Growing up is a process that SNOW FORTS I clearly remember awhile ago Teddy bears, barbie dolls and forts made of snow, Were all that were needed to please me. My parents were there when I was in need, Brothers and sisters for an occasional squeeze. I got pats on the back for just drying a dish, And to become a famous movie star was my only wish. Then just as quickly as it happened, Childhood went, It is a time of your life Which can only be lent. And the snow forts melted, the bears wore out, And in this game of growing up There is not time to pout. The squeeze came less often and the chats became few. Things started to happen that I never knew. I resented my family for not waiting for me I couldn't grow up, I've too much to see! Growing up meant politeness and be- ing mature, Picking up your clothes and shutting the door. But I realized soon after that it wasn't just me. I found for success that this is the key: Take it slow and feel what you've felt, And never, no never, Let those snow forts melt! by E.Q.