Duxbury High School - Partridge Yearbook (Duxbury, MA)

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Jennifer Defreitas Here is where it all started, the good times and the great memories will last forever. Marcia Davis e A i ' .5gff'I '. - 1 A fi-4+ , Ffif-:ff ' ' ' thi, -4 A f David B. DeHart The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Lao-Tse Peter R. Cummings to other people's standards. The day l sent my application for Early Decision, I was happy never to have to see it again. All I have to do now is wait . . . Leigh Dupuy SENIORSi29

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Road To College Floods of brochures, college gui- debooks and endless lists of pros and cons haunted my days. My fa- ther and the highlighter were in- separable and everyday my mother would come home with new opinions from other mothers or graduates. My sister would fall asleep with boredom from the college talk that would inevitably dominate the din- ner table. I began to eat, sleep, and breathe college. Firstthere werethe collegetours, which were nice and informative, Barbara Coyle You have to go through hell before you get to heaven Thanks Melissa, Angela, Laura, Diane, Meg, Jeff, Tom, Paul, fgone but not 4gottenJ Glenn. Thanks Mom, and Dad Heather M. Crowley My interest is in the future because l'm going to spend the rest of my life there. - Charles Kettering Yr fy Z 1 ' provide it didn't rain. lnvariably we would have a tourguide with a Minnie Mouse voice and all of us would jostle for a space near her. Every step of the way, one of my parents would be watching my face, hoping to get some sort of opinion out of it. The interviews were not as bad as I had thought, though generally I was not used to philosophizing about my school or parents. Nor was it on the tip of my tongue about what to do for world peace, if one thing could be done. We began to receive brochures and applications. I would laugh at the sight of a Miami Stewardess schooI's recruiting brochure, but way in the back of my mind was this little voice that said: Just you wait, that'll be the only place that will accept you. People at school started to show signs of overdose. Some would cringe at the sound of the word college, while others would lament about the whole process. It got to the point where we all wanted to camp out at the beach for the rest of our lives. The general applications were easy, but I was stumped by the essays. Every time I tried to think about someone who was the most influential person in my lite, I began to lose all the blood in me head. Gradually I waded through it, constantly feeling that I had to measure up QBISENIORS I Nathan A. Crandeli Mark Crowley Nice talking to you DHS, I love you Becky, See ya Mom, Dad and Tra- cey, Hello U. Maine! i179

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The Beach It sounds as if a million beads are being dropped on a hard floor at un- determined altitudes. l'm sinking. I have no feetg my bal- ance is disturbed With force, my feet are released from the mud. Strolling up to a fence my once wet feet are now covered with sand. It is not hot, but I know that in the sum- mer the skin of your heels can burn. The waves are still hitting the shore. An occasional rush proves victory for high tide. Why does this place make me feel cleaner and more peaceful? Maybe replenished is the word. It is a place to lie on the ground and not feel dirty. A place where the water always seems clean and a mouthful of water is sometimes welcome. Where is the ice cream man? He has lost importance in my life. Where are my swimmies? I don't need them anymore. The waves crash on the shore. Derek Petrillo SOXSENIORS f in 1 - - K 1 M I. ,bw in .YZ Amy E. Dexter The seven wonders of the worldg may nothing come between us! John P. Deloid Matthew V. Dimascio Never hassle seven men when you are only packing a six-shooter. Jennifer L. Dobbins Oh, I believe in yesterday - The Beatles. This bird has flown - The Beatles.