Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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HERE are many ways to write and many ways to think, but when all this is put into an idea all the dreams come true. I want to express the benefit I got when I came here. First I wondered why my parents wanted to send me to another place, and why I had to learn another language. Why? My parents also asked themselves the same questions. Maybe it is because I am from another country that it seem- ed to me at first stupid and foolish, but now I begin to understand. I left my friends and family and all the things that I had in those days. Now I am beginning to understand other people, the way they think, talk and express themselves. To know more about the rest of our world and about those countries that are far away is an experience to further knowledge. Then to put our ideas together, combine what we know and get the ideas to other people, other countries and other religions, and then without fear help them to be useful to each other. Here I have learned to express myself without fear of any sort. f- U.rcar Romero page fhl.l'ft'6l1

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There are many other activities which l could mention at Buxton that have afforded me much pleasure. Even small and insignificant as they may seem, they all combine to make Buxton what it is ff - not only a four-year college preparatory school Cas one reads in our cataloguej but a healthy atmosphere in which boys and girls can learn many things besides those taught in books, including the ultimate aim to Know thyself. --4 Diane Ifanue l XDOLESCENCE is the time in our lives when dreams thrive. A They spring suddenly from our hearts. VVe are tortured by their impracticability, and we suppress them. In suppressing dreams, we suppress the most delicate, most transi- torv things in life, which, for people of imagination, are the only things worth preserving. Because the other things will take care of themselves. rf ,flaw Lallzrop page Iwelve

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I thought the world was a rotten place And he said, No, it's some ofthe people in it. I turned and saw a little old man Tying up the grape vines for the coming year's wine. He looked at me and said, No, my boy, The world's all beauty, it's the people in it that are bad. He showed me the ground and said 'The green of the grass, so beautiful, All different plants, all difierent sizes, all different shapes, All living together in one great green field. Then he showed me the pebbles 'All differentl' he said Not one alike on God's whole world. But still all together, all happy, all pebbles. I asked him about the trees. 'The trees are old, he said They grow tall and great High and strong and they spread their great limbs to God's great throne And they stay in the same place. They grow old and they send their seeds out over meadows and dales And they die. They were born there and they stayed there and they died there. And I asked him about the people But he said nothing. He tied the grapes, he raked the pebbles and he dwelled in A world of beauty. I thought the world was a rotten place And he said, No, it's some of the people in it. - Wz'llzhm Horwf!! page fourleen