Covington High School - Trojan Yearbook (Covington, IN)

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Life is opprooched and looked or from oil differenf angles. Some see school as port of life while others con’t seem to grasp the focr. If's oil port of life's course. This book is based on several different peoples ideas ond beliefs. Each one with rheir own ideas of success ond survival. Thor is whot mokes each one of us special. There ore ports of our lives rhor we will wont to cherish, ond our youth is one of the times. There is also the urge to leave the memory of you and your class in the school. Some simply start o tradition such os Senior Skip Day. Then there ore others that use their artistic ability ond sproy point the side of the annex building, the side of the school, or they just settle for engraving their names in the A. V. Room table. We all belong somewhere, whether it's sitting in senior hall, working in rhe A.V. Room, or smoking in the street. Whatever it moy be, there is some sort of security within these walls (or should I soy bars?). However you see if the security is still there. This security I speak of keeps you going on those days when you wont to give up. But it is here that you shore with your friends, grow up, ond find your goals in life. Friends move on, rhe people ond environmenr chonge around you, but rhe building, our school, is always here. Just like o close friend to come bock to ond remoin os o port of you. 2

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I never thought I would see the doy when oil of this hord work would be on paper. I hope that each one of you will enjoy this book. Many late hours and headaches hove gone into these pages. That is whor gives it o senrimentol value that will increase over the years. It hos been o great experience being editor. It is o great responsibility to know that three hundred people ore counting on you to pur o book together that they con cherish forever. I wont to rhonk you Curt, for putting up with my gritchy moods and helping me through that terrible first deadline,- it's hord to believe we mode it. Mrs. Lincoln, words can't describe my thanks to you for oil the hord work you hove pur out. It's been on exciting year with many challenges and hardships, but we hove survived. To the class of '84, I wish you the best of everything. Just remember, that life is whor you moke it! Friends move on and people change, bur the memories and Covington High School will remain.