Goodrich High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Fond Du Lac, WI)

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, 8 - Fulfillment Recently, I walked with her through the park. The shimmer of the rising sun streaked cheerfully through the tall oak trees. The frost glistened radiantly on the soft grass. The warm touch of her tender hand was enough to warm my en- tire body. As we walked, the crackling of fallen leaves under our footsteps sounded like a symphony to me. Nearby, in one of the channels, a pair of beautiful Mallards gracefully cut a V in the water as they glided by us. The water was crystal blue and as smooth as glass. Next, we crossed the channel on a dignified, old bridge, which had artistic designs molded on its eloquent metal railings. Pausing on the bridge, we looked at each other and smiled. Her eyes dazzled me and her smile always made me forget all my worries. As I kissed her, I knew I would always remember her in such lovely surroundings. by Robert Holsman '85 Life Does Go On Love is very painful the feeling is very deep With this we are not careful and in the end we always weep Your friends try to show they care with all their kind ways To you it seems they're never there throughout the long, drawn-out days Eventually you know you'll be alright for life does go on To know you won't cry tonight is a sign you'll go on and on by Candy Flitcroft '87 aThe Horse Running, Graceful, delicate frame Beauty in all Flowing, Movement upon movement The rythm The sway The beat The heart Alone in victorious fulfillment Beauty in all The hoofs The clopping The mane The coat Mellifluently dancing Graceful, delicate frame Beauty in all fulfillment Sl' er, 0 lg , I l, fu , RX Llp' Li X 'ew' by Ienny Franz '86 178-We lAustralian bears continuedl ' But us Aussies don't quit that easily. Kandy and I were going to fit in if it killed us. Well, maybe we aren't bears, but I know we can be monkeys. So we swung from branch to branch through the trees. Hey, this is the life! Now we're cookin'! This was something we could handle. But supper time came, and we were faced with bananas. We knew then that we could never be like monkeys. The only food we like is eucalyptus leaves. I spent our third night in America thinking about our problem. The answer finally hit me at about 8:00 a.m. We didn't have to be like anyone else! If we just acted naturally, people would accept us for what we are- fair dinkum ' Koalas! We could be ourselves. Sure, we still like to pretend to be other animals-occasionally-but it's all in fun. Swinging in trees is one of our favorite pasttimes but we always know we're Koalas. So when people stop by our cage and say, Oh, those Koala bears are so gorgeous! we know better. True, we are gorgeous, but we aren't bears: and it was only important for us to realize it. by Diane Hintum '85 ' an Australian term for real or true offx N f W1 A X f l al 5 H fl f l 81323. O

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What's Paradise? Mile long beaches? A crystal blue sea with white-capped surfs? Palm trees swaying in gentle winds? An island in the sung in the ocean: in the Carribbean maybe Puerto Rico, Iamaica, Martinique, St. Thomas? Barbados fits this hapless stereotype: a Carribbean is- land with blue seas caressing white beaches. But if this is Paradise, then it has hidden drawbacks only visible to its natives and lon -stay visitors. Laziness is its worst enem . Its inhabitants sack ambition and zealg however, they dlb express a fervor for love towards their homeland, but their patriotism stops there. Like of crime, greed, or insensitivityg but that doesn't mean that you can't find friendly, helpful, unselfish Bajans. Are these characteris- tics of Paradise? Does the perfect Paradise exist? Is Paradise filled with love, happiness and security? My paradise is. Does Paradise show you new experiences, let you feel new emotions, give you opportunities? My para- dise does. I've been fascinated and bored: welcomed and alienat- ed. I've felt isolated and lonel . I've learned the meaning of need, of the value of friendls, familiarity, and opportu- nity. And I've learned about Paradise and its stereotypes. When I'm happy I'm in Paradise. When I'm love I'm experiencing Paradise. Where I'm safe and secure is where my Paradise is. Can you find love, hap iness, and security on an island such as Barbados? Maybe. But it's riot my paradise. But, just being an island, nestled in a remote art of our planet, neither guarantees nor negates one's chances of findin Paradise. My not-so-perfect I fi , I K '26-T ' Qf'fCLT5l , fi -f x 4,73g?oA - , f V X Il t I ' I 2 -5'-7. fait ' I 'I T. ., dgffsa X - I I It -1' I ? 'fs . llli ' I Wx tl NN xx K ., It X xt ' ll tl lyk ? ,Z If X - ' ?' aradise is here with my fiiends and family, who give me happiness, love, and security. lThe author, Dianne Holland, spent two months in Bar- bados on an AFS foreign exchangel lf X I I I I 4- 1 t , X I K Xt . ' . X ' ' 1 . X i ' ' x I R5 ,, x ,X X I. all .A K 17? k . I.: -. ' nd X , K ' 1 me I -f V 1 HB6 gi? Oh, look! It's a Koala bear! I wish I had one for a pet, mum. They're so cute and cuddly! A little girl pointed excitedly at my sister and me-the newest exhibits in Average City Zoo, U.S.A. But we're not bears, I protested to Kandy, we're marsupials. Everyone knows that, don't the ? As the day wore on, I found out I was wrong. Everyone decfared that we were Koala bears. Boy, maybe I am wrong. Maybe, we are bears after all. My thoughts whirled that night as I tried to slee . My baby sis- ter, Kandy, and I had been shipped to the Uniteclf States from a wildlife refuge in Australia, and we had arrived just last night. The next thing we knew, we were in the midst of a crowd of strangers who called us neat, and tried to feed us popcorn, of -By Dianne Holland - 'X . l' , f UM ' , .- ni 1 , f 3 A . -'tf'ges M .J Ns .V !'g' . J A-if ': W5'5'f ' . X all things! They talked funny, too. The next morning my sister and I inspected our surroundings. There were bears on one side, and monkeys on the other. So many more people stopped by our cage, than by the other animals' cages. We began to fee conspicuous. So over lunch, we decided to ecome more normal, then everyone wouldn't point and stare at us. Since everyone was callin us bears, we decided to try to act like bears. Kandy and I ambled around the cage, sat down once in awhile, swatted at things with our paws-but when we tried to stand on our hind legs, we couldn't do it! Bruno Bear was doing it, so we had to be able tog but no, we failed at it again and again. continued on page 178 We-177

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. 'X , wi it .Ma W W 'fl X , My U x 4 Never Ending Tunnel I 4- PWV' I EW i'y df It ' l'k l d k t l 'th d 432,-1, ,L IS 1 ea ong ar. unne W1 no en ll! it in up f I keep trying to fix lt but It doesnt mend. MN ' .'Z?T?? . Wil mf WM X At one end is me, at the other is hope, WW ll, K Ui A , v I run, but it IS a never ending slope. ' al ft f 1 l J' On the ceilin 1 d h ' J th . . , g are goa s an on t e floor IS me, lf' f ' x f 'YIM K I reach nd reach th n fall into the sea .1 all Q1 H we I QJ ff . MF I X ' ' at ' The walls are wide and on each is a dream, jffu ,I ,il fbi I I try to grab them, but I'm blocked by a beam. JC , 11 4 . ,JI ,MU W G D So I sit in my corner, stare into space MJ K- , Fl I Hoping someday I will get out of this place. nM I . WM 1 . b 1 , it y Ienny Mangas '85 f , U - O N H V ,QI W1 Cross Country Practice alkin into the locker room, I felt somewhat re- q - Q lieved that school was finished for the day. Then my ' ' . V w f thoughts turned toward the agenda for the day's lg' ,R , J-it workout. I wondered if I would have to run the five ' X'-5 M, mile block or do speed work on the track. In either ' W1 case I realized that it was going to be a long afternoon. , 7 f . After I dressed and was ready to begin the grueling .- , workout, the coach, Paul Butzen, delayed the inevitable . - 5 , by holding an informal team meeting. These meetings , M 1 Qs L vlflx aj usually last for ten or fifteen minutes depending on how -1 A , 'X K 1, Mx vp well the students cooperate-which is seldom. The topic ,Fl ' lf, x of discussion commonly concerns the day's activities, ' 5 xx ' Rf 1 ' 4 ranging from callisthenics to the warm down. Mr. f 'wr Kf IWUZ' Butzen's speeches are usually a cross between a sermon 'f X a 3 , , and an advertisement for the Army.Reserves-we are iff' x -N -, ' K encouraged to be the best we can be. At last the f A 2 Q ,lf C0 Ml, meeting ends with the Coach saying, It's a great day to 1 f f 4 4 4 17 7. M W run, lwhich means the temperature is in the low 40's, it -4 -fri 7 f - is raining, and there is a 25 mph wind from the north- , '59 j, ff' 4 2 6? 5 1+ I ,fl eaillfithout sufficient stretching, the team hits the pave- f 7 K ' ' ' fl' ment for the five-mile block. At first I float along with fi, fl .gg 7 , relatively little effort put forth. At the one mile mark, I '-f f f 5 - can feel my lungs beginning to ache slightly. Two ig ,IU 1 I , I milles, my pace starts slowing down. As I reach the Lf: ,' , 'K' . ,V third mile, I begin to wonder why I am doing this. My lflff ' 1' 0 legs feel sore and my mouth is as d1'y as the Mojave QQ 7 ' y - Desert. After what seems like an eternity, the four-mile ofa, N , vwq mark becomes history. By now, I feel like stumbling into P- CX i the ditch and dying. Finally, I cross the finish line , , and I feel like I have just conquered the world. Now Za , , , all that is left to do is an easy one-mile warm down, .pa -. ,-,x X y Al Ajxfjwjg after which I can crawl home and do my homework for X 'N by lfgiffff t f at ,Rf W N their 2Q,1su..w gg Gigi ' m the rest of the night. by Scott Bjornstad '87 We--179