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

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David Andrew Northwestern University Peter Waanders Hanover College

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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.

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1988 Jason Mullen Wittenberg University Nick Paflas Cornell University Where do I start? I ' ll miss you all. Bug, the commie. Snuggle bun- ny, maybe even Bear. Who could forget Jon ' s constant violence Of course, everyone knows who I ' ll miss most. I love you, Al. Look, there it is, in print. Maybe things do change. It isn ' t what she ' s got to say, but how she thinks of where she ' s been. — J.T. Cream is so great! Clapton is God! Yeah, man! Yeahr ' — Conversation between two lu-