G Ray Bodley High School - Fultonian Yearbook (Fulton, NY)

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.iracfz 75 The word in practice was TRACK this year, and once practice started nothing else was given a care. All the girls had one thing on their mind, that was to do their best and work for time. The first month of practice in that little gym, was like we were being punished for some sort of sin. We did our best with what we had, and most of the time we didn't do bad. Then the day came we were out on the track, and found shortness of breath had suddenly come back. But finally we got used to running with air, and could run all day without a single care. Then there was Coach Blair who was always there, when we felt like quitting and just didn't care. And then Coach Brown who was really no trouble, when someone would win she would bubble. The girls went into a meet with confidence on their side, and they all had pride they just couldn't hide. Win or lose we never were down, even though sometimes there may have been a frown. Our spirits this year was unusually high, I think that's what may have got us by. Sometimes the bus was too full of pep, and I think coach would have rather had us slept. Then to boost our spirits was Natoli at the line. with a kiss and a hug and to tell us our time. At home there was Carl who was lots of fun, and was really a dud when it came to working the gun. The people of Fulton started to believe in Track, and publicity was the only thing we lacked. If only the papers would print our story, they'd find out about the track team's glory. In 75 we did our best, and proved to be as good as the rest. We didn't do bad with 6-4, and next year we'll win even more! Kim Smith I hate doing nothing I hate very little but I find time to sulk which I hate todo. I want to go away, and go away far, find something new- find something new in me, find someone new I can make happy. Sometimes I wish I was. I really wish I'll be and stay. Y M73 W If ly X , .mil 4' if MMQWW rn ff i. ' ' J 'll im Q W 1:5 ,'7fq 'i A . f lil hjywgwgifhw Y ,JM r-a-ff' .tlksttlfmw of I iff if my 1 I SfmvwW7fWi wi ll l l' ir-'W li lil li f 1 , tii,i'la,?,,,,in,i11i11x1ilIllllll Q A igwllliiii i . . I lfllw v , ' lfllwrllt fi iviil'ili inirlflllmliilll ii -i li ilk ., f i.lljl.,,,iiiz:l'l fl will 9 5 yi, f , i l!f1iWf4jHfKWp3yfWn K wai , 11 Vg If fm! 'ML Q! ,ll lllliu N 1 f, l ,ncmll W' W ww f+uMl w I tis. nj.. lwf' W i f ,,l'll! I If I in i ffl X Ni ff x I , , . llrmmf 'M-MQW M . 4 6? mt ywMWW, U I if , .m'll ESV 2' X K x 3 .4 M 'HJR 'Qi x? x lil N 'l ll l gy ll illmll, X . . ffl if' I' 1 If ZA. ,Q,l-e'i ' ' , Y ' 1, fi ll On your journey down the passageways of life, take time to hear the tales of others: Perhaps they have lived something of great value and beneficiary to you. Hear with an open mind the criticisms of friends and strangers, for in their dull ignorance or unterminating knowledge, they tend to notice facets of you that you alone would not. Enjoy individuality: you need not be a duplicate to' be accepted into the cycle of life. Conformity is a terrible waste of creativity. Above all, be gentle and kind, both to yourself and others. Be at peace with yourself, for it is often the only consolation at hand. Wendy Stone

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.1411 .xdrfiafh fdewpoinf We are all just pieces to an intricate sculpture of life. We arrive, we grow, we shed our light, whether it is dull or bright. Some of us pull away, but never really become, for the surrounding pieces hold us back, leaving our accomplishments limited, and although we'd be better to break away and go our separate ways, not many of us see that, for we've been this way for too long. But the few that do, are rarely noticed. for they are just one piece, of too many more. I stand among, but am alone, The dreams I dream are just my own, the few that pass don't notice me, the good I hold they'll never see. The future laughs, the past just cries, I live a fool. a fool I'll die. Don't preach me your god cause I don't believe, That there's such a thing, there never will be. Don't feed me beliefs of the past that's now gone, I want the future, cause what's done is done. Don't ask me to love the things that you might. You're asking the limits, of what's wrong and right. Don't tell me to fear your dangers of life. Cause I'm not afraid. to live or to die. Don't ask me to wear the mold that you've made. Cause I'll turn forever. and walk away. As each day comes to an end, into our hearts go memories of the day that has just been. Debbie Hamer Seek to find the best life has to offer: Look deep into the harsh eyes of the world. Goodness is often disguised . . . locked within the black darkness which envelopes the earth. The un- iverse has much to reveal: find the key to hap- piness . . . bliss is within grasp. Wendy Stone 28 Something Special. something real. something 'bout you makes me feel, that time will come, and time will pass. till you and I. will know at last, the things that we are meant to be. and in the end we both might see, that all the times we shared as friends, we'll both be lonely in the end, so if we go our separate ways, and let the years slip by like days, there'll come a time when you will see, the person at your door is me. Let me run away from responsibility. and let me run. from love and hate as I choose. and let me hide in fear, yet be aware. of everything that is beautiful and pure and good. and love it with awe, for I'm still a child. I cannot learn to decide . . . if you make my decisions, I cannot learn to be myself . . , if you tell me what to be, Let me choose what I must learn. 2955 Smash? 'gfgiapefi 'AWK if l Q,ff2,,,,fus, M f'ii ,lffi9ii I s fi A ew. l ju Q . 11-Ln' eq ' H Sff-----IZ A wifi l ,ll 5 sei

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