Duncan University Fletcher High School - Senator Yearbook (Neptune Beach, FL)

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t fashion in the donning, of her t and boots Upper Right Alice on vividly illustrates a Fletcher dress liberation Lower Left lay thriving facial addition endows the appearance or a distinguished 1 Middle: Two students take ad- f the possibility for year round ed beauty-in past years only a 'me privilege. Lower Right: Pelt and Ieryl Goven discuss the cquired option: dress or pants. ft: Becky Wright complies with the 3' ' ' ' 1 o I 1 t E .,,. J ,F . -1 Q: 23

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Dress Code l can be Dress liberation . . . self expression . . . blue-jeaned females . . . rnaxis . . . hairier males . . . midis in . . . style to comfort . . . T-shirts . . . rubber thongs . . . beads . . . fringed vests . . . boots . . . individuals . . . Somehow like morning air, a fresher atmosphere, easier to breathe in seeped into Fletcher with the first day of classes. A dress code relaxation brought about changes immediately apparent-the thicker, longer hair, the beards, the girls in boots and bells. They were physical changes, but representative of farther reaching differences, differences of mind and spirit and newness that began permeating a thickened air of learning. Dissatisfied with what had little lasting value, the move began, the shifting of the emphasis, in social and in educational ways. To be in became less important as opposed to being me. And a desire for a whole new realm of learning came into being with the jeans and hair and the guitars that strummed another way, a dif- ferent rhythm, a new beat.

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Spirit 24 3 1-ip-sr Light becomes fire Losing . . . winning . . . trying . . . excelling together . . . individual effort . . . singular spirit . . . up and down . . getting back up . . a changed emphasis . . a goa1...areason...away...whynot?... A pleasingly warm and relaxing Wind of Change blew through the hall. It breathed into us a pur- pose, motivation toward a direction. There was a price upon each of us to catch the wind. There are pots of gold at ends of rainbows, but those who were just enough wise and just enough foolish came to understand. Touch home-learn to know yourself-yell loud if you want to win. Together we rode along, each unto himself and yet each individual extending his hand for the good of the whole. We tried to examine why. These things were not done to chance the unknown-nor to trod over charted land. As the great and purple sea engulfed the setting sun, there came this lonely gull's voice calling- To us, we're number one .