Gould Academy - Academy Herald Yearbook (Bethel, ME)

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MATTHEW G. FOTTLER There ore going to be rimes when we can't wait for somebody. Now. your either on the bus or off the bus. If you're on the bus, and you get left behind, then you’ll find it again. If you're off the bus in the first place — then it won't make a damn. Ken Kesey You climb up through the little grades and then get tc the top and everybody cheers; with the swear in your eyebrows you can't see very well and the noise swirls around you and lifts you up, and then you're our, not forgotten at first, just our, and it feels good and cool one free. You're our, and sort of melt, and keep lifting, until you become like to these kids just one more piece of the sky of adults that hangs over them. Updike Rabbir Run Thanks for being a friend: Jenny, Emily, Dougy, and Matty. ERIC MAGER5 PEPE “Dem a go fired fe see me face, can't get me out of the race. — Dob Marley “They say the sun shines for all but in some people world, it never shines at all, they say love is o stream, that will find it course, some people think life is a dream, so they make matters worse.” — Robert Nesra Marley ”Up a cane river to wash my dread, upon a rock I rest my head, there I vision through the seas of opression, don't make my life a prision. — Robert Nesta Marley I love the development of our music. How we've tried to develope, y'know. If grows. That's why every day people come forward with new songs. Music goes on forever. — Robert Nesto Marley BMW LivesMI Thank you Mom and Dad for making this Gould experience possible. Snibble 24

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DOUG SOLMAN Sol The wheel is turnin ond you can't slow down Can't let go ond you con'r hold on Can't go bock ond you can't stand still If the thunder don't get yo the lighting will. — The Dead The seam is split The cool face crocked The lines ore long And there's no going bock Through hands of steel And o heart of stone Our labour day has come ond gone And you leave me holding on. — U2 Fore thee well now, let your life proceed by its own desire Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours I om done with mine. — The Dead Thanks Mom, Dod, ond Gould for everything. 23

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JENN COFFEY -My name is Tollula ond soon I'll be gone ond open invitation is the rood I'll travel on. I won't soy goodbye because I hare those words. You may not forgive me goin' bur you won't forget me. — Buggs Molone -To oil those who hove given me love ond laughter, I leave o smile ond o hug, ond please never forget the good times. — To Mr. Hill, thank you for giving me o push when I needed one, but I thonk you most of oil for being my friend. Emily — Let the children ploy, let them ploy ond ploy, for that Happy Day, for that Happy Day’'-Cot Stevens Thonk you, thank you, thonk you for making me so happy. Being five again wouldn't hove been so much fun without you. Shall we go out to ploy??? ond it was the day of the purple rhumb .. Anonymous — Mimi ond U.J. I wouldn't be where I am now without you. Thonk you ond I love you. — Mom Thonk you for being my best friend, I love you. — Tim If anyone wonts to know where my heort is, tell everyone that it's wrapped around yours. -C.S.N. — The first port of my journey is over, but the Odessey has just begun!! — But you know me, ond I'll miss you now. EMILY COVIELLO See that girl borefootin along. Whistlin' ond singing, she's o canin' on. Got laughin’ in her eyes, dancin' in her feet. She's o noon light dimond; she con live in the street. Hey, hey come right owoy. Come ond join the party every day. Well everybody's dancin’ in o ring around the sun. Nobody's finished we ain't even begun. So take off your shoes child — ond take off your hot ... try on your wings ond find out where its ot . . . ” — Grateful Dead Jennie — Imagine oil the people living life in peace — you may soy I'm o dreamer but I'm not the only one. When you hear that song comes cryln' like the wind it seems like oil this life was just o dreom. G.D. AII our days will be days of the purple rhumb ... anonymous. Morty — Fore you well, fore you well, I love you more than words con fell . . . Listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul. G.D. Mollie — oil the years combine, they melt into o dreom. Cosmic rays of the dork star will olwoys shine over head. We re in rime worp where we re olwoys swimming with the dolphins or flying with the eagles. Mommo ond Essey — I love you! PEACE EMILY 25