Canterbury High School - Excalibur Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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Daniel Mulhern Lake Forest College Mary Lindsey Duke University oniors Honest to God, this space ship landed and this big alien came running out, wrestled me to the ground, grabbed my term paper and then sucked all the Madame Bovary knowledge out of my brain. It was kinda stimulating really. Then my dog blew away. Just ask Suz. Then the alien came back, and took my next term paper and my religion papers. And my mind filled with sounds of the past . . . Respect, Spirit in the Sky, Tequila, Fly Girl, Ob La Di, Ob La Da, Copa Cabana, and my mind was so full that I couldn ' t think about Madame Bovary. Then I was so busy doing charity, helping my fellow man, and crying over old episodes of The Waltons that I couldn ' t stop and write — Bear. Freedom, opportunity, challenge, experience. Canterbury has offered me each of these plus much, much more. I ' ve been able to be totally de- pressed, serious, rolling around the halls during finals, or jumping up and down for joy. Despite this, I still haven ' t gotten too many stares and I was always able to find a concerned friend. Teachers, thank you for your dedication to, understanding of, and care for the students. It has made Canterbury what itis. I ' m amazed at how fast high school has passed and all the memories that have been made in that period of time. I thank those who gave me support, helping me through the rough times. (Thanks especially to you. Tiff, just for caring!) Although I was not al- ways part of the class, I will miss each of you and your unique charac- teristics. Annette, I ' m sorry we didn ' t spend more time together this year. I ' ll miss you! jyj l

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i»»S- ASK ABOUT OUt IfJpvh ' A PS PISCOUNr Benjamin Cole Occidental College Tiffany Stevens Smith College 1 1 j -A kl 4 Everything ' s got ' em. Everything needs one. Couldn ' t be without one. Everything has one. . . . Finally the two travellers reached the entrance to the pointless forest. There was a huge, thorny barrier with a small sign at its base which read, This way. Once on the other side of the barrier, Oblio and Arrow had their first encounter with the pointless man, or the point- ed man, depending upon your point of view. You see, the pointless man did have a point in fact, he had hundreds of them, all pointing in different directions. But as he point- ed out, A point in every direction is the same as no point at all. And, speaking of points, I don ' t know if you ' ve ever been to a pointless forest, but a forest is a forest. And one of the first things Oblio and Arrow noticed about the pointless forest, was that all the leaves on all the trees had points. In fact, even the branches of all the trees pointed in different directions. Which seemed a lit- tle strange for a pointless forest. — from Nilsson ' s The Point — B.C. It ' s time to move on and I ' m ready to go but I want some of you to know I wil l miss you. Mr. Dorochoff I want to thank you for being a wonderful teacher — your classes, the play, and everything else! I ' ll never forget Mr. Ashtoa ' s classes: three times a day my junior year, so enlightening w ere our conversations, all of us deep in thought until Tarn yelled out. I will certainly miss you Tarini — ducks and all! You ' ve been a terrific friend. Alison, I ' ve already missed you but I ' ll hold on to the memories of some very good times: my 16th birthday, and your slumber party. Good luck to you Mary; Both your understanding and friendship have meant alot to me. To Laura, Bear, Erin, Peter and everyone else — Good luck and I will miss you all! Our journeys about and out of town Pizza Hut, Roger ' s door, Chicago and more. To my friend Shannon, Thank you for being a friend. Most importantly, to the man I love, to my best friend and eternal companion, Lee — Thank you for being you. T.S.

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■498 There ' s only so much one can say in this given amount of space, but even if I had pages, it would not suffice. Mem- ories from Canterbury are not only hi- larious but educational, memorable and rewarding. From 20 minute water breaks during tennis, to an unsuccess- ful attempt at being a speech nerd, to throw ing notes across the room during history, to arguing about everything (and nothing) it is all part of Canter- bury. From running around tables, breaking ugly French artwork, duck jokes, and blank tests, I wouldn ' t change a minute. Well, maybe one or two, but that ' s all. Through academic and extracurricular challenges, we ' ve become a very close, funny, semi-intel- ligent graduating class. Needless to say, I ' ll miss you all. Someone once said, C ' est la vie . I say, C ' est Canter- bury . T.V.R. Tarini Ramaprakash DePauw University Annette Pfister University of low a In the front rows huddled the youn- gest. They sat cross-legged on the bare linoleum floor. Their knees and scuffed shoes framed the remaining space for me to dance. Behind them, the older chil- dren squeaked metal chairs. Way at the back, where some of the teachers sat, stood my father. His unexpected presence caused me to momentarily lose my poise. With him there, I felt even more nervous, but I took my beginning pose and waited for the music to start. I heard the children whispering. At my feet, a little girl signed She looks exactly like the Snow Queen should. When the music started, the whispering ceased. At first my turns were shakey. I felt my neck tense but looking down, I saw how wide their eyes had grown. I felt my love of dance begin to stir. I smiled. I almost laughed. No longer was I a dancer in a school gym, but a snowflake lifted by the cool winds, carried above a glistening land. I forgot about the two throbbing blisters on my right foot. All the basketball games and parties I missed no longer mat- tered. The magic of performing had brought me to another world. I had become the Snow Queen herself — a graceful, whispering snowflake. Suddenly, almost unexpectedly the music ended, and I looked at my audience. Their eyes were spun w ith happiness, as if they were feeling my love of dance. The thundering applause vibrated throughout my entire body, and I stood there, absorbed by the magic of it all. A.E.P.