Chagrin Falls High School - Zenith Yearbook (Chagrin Falls, OH)

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dedication In years past, dedications have been trite, so we thought seriously of not having one this year. But, we have a man most deserving of this honor. A man with a smile everpresent upon his face. He is a teacher, coach, class advisor, and most important, a friend. As a teacher of Mathematics, he brought a warmth to the classroom with his easy-going style. One learned about math there, without even knowing that he was learning. As a coach, his enthusiasm radiated throughout the baseball and basketball seasons. To play for this man, one learned to be dedicated. One appreciated the privilege of playing for him and would do anything for him just as he would do for you. He guided our class through three years of concessions, floats, money raising projects and last, but not least, last year's prom. He respected us as individuals and because of this we respected and admired him. Through close association with this remarkable man, one did look upon him as much as a teacher or coach but as a friend. Therefore, in deep appreciation we dedicate this 1971 Zenith to Mr. Robert Ohlrich

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foreword Note to a Friend at Another School Hi, I had time last period so I thought I'd write to let you know what’s happening with graduation. So far, the guys are nothing but wild with the idea that they won't have to be here by 8:00 every morning or they can smoke if they want. I must admit that leaving this place seems hard to believe, but, you know something, as it gets closer to graduation I get more afraid. When you think about it, the last four years have been pretty good. At least in that time, we all went to school together and did the same things, and I think that was good. We always had someone when we need him. Next year and later, things'11 be really different. Do you realize that next year, if I go to college (and I still haven't made up my mind yet) I'll be on my own? I won't know anyone on campus. It'll be like starting kindergarten again only this time, people will expect more from me. I really feel frightened when I think I will have to be writing research papers or leading discussions and there won't be anyone around to tell me just the way it should be done. And even going to college won't be half as bad as not going to school at all. Some of those guys will be out working 50 weeks a year so they can take a 2 week vacation. Another thing that frightens me is that all the rapping we did the last few years about pollution control and racial equality and ending wars and not being so materialistic will soon be put on the line. I suppose our class did as much talking about these things as any other class and now we're going to have to prove ourselves. Can you imagine what will happen to this world if we aren't different? If we don't show that the idealism we have now is not translatable to 20 years of experience out of school? I shudder at the thought that we won't do anything. I'm hopeful that we will, though. I want to leave and, in spite of it all, I don't want to leave. Our education was good but we'll see how well prepared we are now that the preliminaries are over and the real battles are about to begin. I promise to keep you informed from time to time as to just how those battles are coming. So long for now, James Cowan (our freshman year advisor and former teacher) 4

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