Gould Academy - Academy Herald Yearbook (Bethel, ME)

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SAM McGEE Across rhe dune and through the sky The Unheavy Deserr Beast took me to Lands of promise ond seos of desolation. All rhe while I learned about the tension of existonce ond ambition. The Unheovy Desert Beast leaves me now ond I must follow my own path. Do you wont to Come along for awhile? You mean Adulthood is o store of mind? Afraid so sport fans. Was it good? Yes very good — Was it bod? Yes that too. I'm being stored or Me — Howard Jones. To Seon ond Tom : There's nothing like those Bethel Maine Blues! We're just rockers — Mitch ond Emery Paupers make rags, rags moke paper, paper mokes money, money mokes bonks, bonks moke loons, loons moke paupers. — R.M. Savage, my grandfather Thanks to oil those who ore fixing the holes where the roin gets in”. CHESTER ANGUS SCHAAL Well, I really enjoyed forgetting . . . When I first come to o place I noticed oil the little derails The way the sky looks, the color of white paper The way people walk. Door knobs — Everything Then I get use to the place ond I don't notice those things anymore. So only by forgetting can I see rhe place again, rhe way it really is. 15

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ANDREW NOGA I know we've come o long way Changing doy fo doy Bur con you fell me Where do the children ploy. — Cor Stevens How many roods must o mon travel down Before he is considered to be o mon How many years must o people exist Before they're allowed to be free The answer my friend is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind. — Peter, Paul and Mory Marika C, Soroh K., Sam M.. Soro W., Kim S., Jeff B.. Jenn C, John C„ Becco P., Amy E., Liso S., J.T.A., Mott F., Kelly A.. Liso L., Jeff N., Alec N.. Chris P., Robin A., Corrie B.. Mondy L., Liz H., ond Rosemary : We've climbed o lot of mountains ond seen o lor of volleys together. Megen, Nikki ond Morliese : What's one or two more years. Try to moke it. If I con, anyone con. HEATHER ELIZABETH SPARKS Sparky — Bizelber And there ore those who hove little And give it oil These ore the believers in life And the bounty of life And their coffee is never empty. — Kohlil Gibran Lostrigonions, Cyclops. Wild Poseiden — You won't encounter them Unless you bring them along inside your soul. Unless your soul sets them up infronr of you. — Covofy — Irhako Mom : My dogs ore killing me Please let my hoir grow mother Don't cut it. A trimmed tree is no place for song birds. — Poshro 14

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BETH HILL Field Hockey 1,2,3,4: Sofrboll 1,2,3,4; Dromo 1,3,4; Choir 2,3,4; Rug Rots 3,4. Ir's rime for moving on my friend, Hold bock oil the reors ond sorrows, Ir finally is rime, ro go our separare ways. And I wonr ro wish you well my friend. As we search for new romorrows. Go os you musr, bur please. Don't forger rhe yesrerdoys. I would like ro rhonk rhe whole Gould faculry for supporting me rhrough my four years here, bur especially I would like ro rhonk : Mr. Grohom, Mr, Rockliff, Mr. Cousins, Mrs. Pooley, Mr. Dohrmonn, ond mosr of oil Miss Mellerr ond Mrs. Johnson. I couldn't hove made ir wirhour your porience ond friendship. And my friends Lisa D.. Jeremy, Pepe, Liso T. ond Chrissy, ond of course Meg! I saved rhe besr for losr. Mom ond Dod. Thanks for believing in me , I love you. Adios, Berh LISA TODD Acriviries: Field Hockey 1,2,3,4; Sofrboll 1,2,3,4,- Rec. Skiing 2; Rug Rors 3; Blue Key 3,4; Yeorbook 4,- N.H.5. 3,4 There ore rhings rhor ore known ond rhings rhor ore unknown; in berween ore doors. — Anonymous Thanks ro everyone who mode my four years or Gould somerhing I'll never forger. I rhink you know who you ore. Thanks ro my porenrs, Rob, ond Amy for purring up wirh me, or leosr rrying ro. I wish rhe besr of luck ro oil rhe seniors, wherever y'all end up . . . Amy : Hove o good senior year. Try nor ro work roo hard — Hove some fun! Heidi; Thonks for everything!! I don'r know whar I would’ve done wirhour you. Keep in touch ... Todd : I ... you know how I feel. I hope you don'r forger ir. Love is o thing like quicksand; rhe more you're in ir rhe deeper you sink. And when ir hits you, you've just got ro foil ... — UB40 I love you. Megan, Chrissy . ond Berh — Whar con I soy that hosn r already been sold?! You guys ore greor! I'll miss you. Two roods diverged in o wood, ond I — I rook rhe one less traveled by, And rhor has mode oil rhe difference.” — Robert Frost 16