Carroll High School - Anchor Yearbook (Corpus Christi, TX)

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Thank You ote - Lydia Saenz r Mr. Benson, s sort of ironic, you being the one that finds After all, you were the reason. Well, not the n, actually -the catalyst. Yes, that is more rate. I had never made any expeditions into sophy before, and your class was a real eye-opener. yway, remember that classic question you spent the week on? The one, If a tree falls in the forest, no one is there to see it, does it make a sound? l've ght about that a lot. Does something exist if we don't it's there? It's rather intriguing, don't you think so? meant more to me than to the rest of the class, I .IncidentalIy, there're a bunch of apple-polishers in nd period -don't let them fool you. as awfully lonely when we moved here. At first I ght it would be an exciting adventure, and then I ght, oh, well, it'll get better, but I was wrong. It 't get any better, and I know now it never would have. le aren't very friendly. They make little overtures back off before you can touch them. I know what you'll it's the same thing my mother and father said. lt's fault. You expect too much too fast.'f But I can't it. I never had to make friends before, I just had . I grew up with them. I'm a very extroverted person. 't make it without friends. I know technically my e is supposed to be with my family, but like the man ,it jest ain't so. ur class was one of the few places I could relax. osophy was something new and interesting, something I ld get my teeth into. lim a dilettante at heart. lack I trades and master of none. What is? What is not? Ily liked that first question. A fine ole philosopher said, Esse es percipi, which, in the language of the means, What you see is what there is. l've decided as right. u didn't exist a year and a half ago, Mr. Benson. school didn't exist. This whole city. . . I don't know where it was, and what's more, l've gotten to where I don't even care. I know where I was a year and a half ago, though, and you can bet I was a lot better off there than I am here. So l've gone back. Yes, Mr. Benson, polish your glasses. Read it again. l've gone back. Did you ever hear of astral projection? It usually happens when the subject is asleep. Legend has it that the spirit, soul, what have you, of the person simply leaves the body temporarily and walks. Only temporarily, and most often at night, bear that in mind. That's where my immense store of trivia comes into play. l've tried a lot of things once, and some things more than once. One of the things I got rather heavily into a while back was auto-hypnosis. l've found it to be a handy thing whenever I don't get enough sleep or I'm cramming for a test. I began to carry a tape recorder to class, Mr. Benson, stashed in that huge purse you laughed at. I started my experiments in sleep walking. They were short at first. To the next room. Home. A store. I built up gradually, till I had reached my limit. I hope when you read this I will have broken that limit. I have been gradually wiping out what I know of this place. I wanted to forget, it wasn't hard. I am going to finish today in your class. I will shut off that last portion of my memory and lock it away forever, I hope. If my small store of knowledge has led me to the correct conclusion, you will have no idea who wrote this. You will find a seat that is usually empty filled by a denim purse with a note pinned to it. Don't take the note to the office. They won't know who I am either. You could find me if you looked in northwest Florida, but don't bother. I'll deny ever having seen you before. I'lI be in Chorus. Itfs a very large class - no one will notice that I came a little late. When school is out I'lI walk home on a woods path carpeted with pine needles, and everything will be right. If it's any consolation, my psychology readings tell me I may dream of this place sometimes. It will be once more what it was meant to be to me. A fantasy. A tree falling in the forest with no one to see it. So no one will ever know. Melody Sebastian Literary - l53

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Nancy, my love, Enlightened, I have been known to seek the darkness, and to cherish a restless love that lives only after sunset. I dream of the warmth that awaits me in the gentle arms of night and I long for the kiss of a maiden that fears the cold of morning. I have felt the touch of Your soul, deep within me and I cannot help but share my own as well. From its lofty home, atop the mountain of night, a single star has witnessed the union of a divided rainbow and the sleep that finds us within each other's arms. I awaken on the grass, as the sound of Your laughter echoes in my mind, only to find myself alone and empty. The star, as I, has felt the cold of morning, patiently, we both, await the darkness Fino' a Friend The name of a friend is common. but faith in friendship is rare. So it is not easy to find a friend that you can trust, and that will really care. Life is nothing without friendship, so see if you can find, a friend that will not let you down, or turn to foe when turned around. If you ever find a friend like this be a friend in return, and never, ever let him down, and also try to learn. . . It can take - Homer months Cloud Tell me, did you ever know, that teardrops make the flowers grow? Teardrops from those pesty clouds Who always block the sun, They're the ones we always blame When work is never done, But you'd be surprised what clouds can do, They keep the sun from blinding you, and children can create such things just looking at these forms. Now tell me, did you ever say That you despised a cloudy day? - Oscar Walton I 54 - What We Thought to make a friend but it only takes a moment to lose one. -Gloria Ramirez I