Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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Reflecting through time. we focus upon the transition of one year to the next during our brief tenure at Brockton High, realizing well that each year passed by as quickly and definitively as the seasons of nature progress. Each year provided its singular meaning and memories as we drifted on the river of time . . . sometimes calm, other times rough. The first lap of our journey found us in frozen waters. slippery. hard. and rigid. The general characteristics of our freshman year bore similarities to winter . . . a bleak. white world of anxieties and apprehension , . , new surroundings of crowded emptiness . . . but with the promising dawn of new friendships. experiences. and challenges. The walls and hallways stood hollow and empty: we slid carefully from class to class with the insecurity of a young child taking his first steps. Timid. uncertain, and unknowing, we negotiated the unfamiliar water. we charted unsure courses for the next year. J As the frozen water released its tenuous hold on our being. we floated along the river of time into our sophomore year cheerful and as refreshed as all life is during springtime. Now, more familiar with our direction. we searched for individual identity. self-fullfillment, and recognition. The walls and hallways were filled with laughter and bright color as we engaged in activity and study. Old friends were retained and new friends welcomed . . . we knew that the great healer time, would help grant our wishes and fulfill our dreams and aspirations. We became more comfortable with a new feeling and course of security. belonging, and purpose . always moving along the river of time sometimes lulled by the doldrums of routine, but awakened suddenly by eddies of excitement and learning. Sailing into our junior year reminded us of summer, warmth. maturity, and growth. Strengthened by a solid framework knowledge and experiences. guidance and help, we were more carefree as we began to explore uncharted courses and to set new goals . . the atmosphere was abundant with colorful excitement and hustle . , . atheletics . , . activities . . . study . . . homework . . . part- time work . . . phone calls . . . dances . . . parties . and trips. Wiser now. we settled down to prepare ourselves for the demands of life and our expectations of ourselves . . . plans perceived as dreams now became realities. Making decisions, study, and work demonstrated our ever increasing maturity and self-direction. As we continued our journey along the river of time, we set new sails of ambition filled by refreshed attitudes. Our senior year resembles autumn coming upon us with its sudden change. We are reaping the harvest of the labors of the past three years. Now. we have abundant memories. Now, we have gathered mature insights through our relationships with friends. faculty, and family. Unwillingly, we must face the raw reality of separating ourselves from what has become hearth and home for the past four years to embark upon yet another unfamiliar course . . . but with a sea-worthy vessel, strengthened by living and learning, by knowledge and kindness, by values and attitudes. by friendship and trust , . . sailing on to explore the endless horizon of time . 30 Dawn Stanton