Gould Academy - Academy Herald Yearbook (Bethel, ME)

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REBECCA C. PFAHL Becco Draw o crazy picture. Write o nutty poem. Sing o mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do o loony-goony donee 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world Thor ain't been there before. — Shel Silversrein Hey babe, take o walk on the wild side. — Lou Reed This is where we walked. This is where we sworn. Take o picture here. Take o souvinier. — R.E.M. REBECCA K. GARNETT Language hos not the power to speak whor love indites: The soul lies burried in the ink that writes. — John Clore Never o word was spoken, not o thought Was thought, of whor the look meant with the word Home'' os we walked ond watched the sunset blurred. And then to me the word, only the word, Homesick , os it were playfully occured: No more. — Edword Thomos Thank you to the Rackliffes for being my second home, ond to Mr. Baker for always pulling the rug out from under me ond then giving me o hand up. To the rest of the faculty, thank you for your smiles,- you mode it real. Louro, Treeno, ond Amondo — You ore my saving grace, especially Louro, the Twinkie in the face. I'll miss you oil. Leoh, Mom, ond Dad — I love you ond more. With poppy rain ond cypress dew Weep oil, for oil, who laughed for you. — T.L. Beddoes 29

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AMY FROST ELLIMAN Nothing looks brood new unless it's o toothbrush — Judith Krontz Getting bored is nor allowed, sometimes i comb my hoir with o fork — Eloise And seasons go round and round, And the pointed ponies go up and down. We re captive on the carousel of rime. We con nor return. We con only look behind from where we come. And go round and round ond round In the circle gome. Don't be dismoyed or goodbyes. For o forewell is necessary before we con meet ogoin, And meeting ogoin, after moments or lifetimes Is certain for those who ore friends. Thonk you Mom ond Dod, Mondy, Nonno ond Grompy, Doe ond Bobo, ond everyone here for making this such o special year. I love you oil. ELIZABETH DAVIDSON SEALY Lisa It seems to me you live your life like o candle in the wind; Never knowing who to cling to when the rain sets in. I would have liked to know you , but I was just o kid; You're candle burned out long before your legend ever did. — Elton John I’ve discovered o way to stay friends forever; there's really nothing to it. I simply tell you whor to do and you do it. — Shel Silverstein A rime will come when there isn't much of you left And oil you hove is enough srrenght to oct. Just enough to put on end to it By turning your bock and walking out. — H. Prather Amy : Are you the one who pur the spoon bock? It's nor 12:50 o.m., you're lying! Becco : Are you for real? Get out of town! No, seiously, do you know whor I mean? I think I might throw up. Treeno : It's about that time . . . wonno hong? 28

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LISA LOTHRIDGE Piggy'' Friends ore hord ro come by, friends ore hord ro choose. A reel good friendship never dies, good friends you never loose Good friends ore nor like outumn leoves you find everywhere, Our, friends ore like diamonds, very precious ond very rare. I love you JTA! Someday . . . we ll find Utah again! Mr. Grohom, Mr. Dovis, Mr. Dloke (weosle), The Bake , ond Mrs. Sfuorr: You reach so much more rhon jusr book sruff . I cant rhonk you enough. To my fovorire ploymores Jusrin, Emily, Milron, Sarah, George, Mondy, Andy. Dig-Doug, Dougie-Fresh. Jenny, Nogie Bear, Pepe, Chesrer, Frirz, Popey, ere . . . — Thonks for making rhe bod rimes seem good ond rhe good rimes 100% berrer! Paul — Hove foirh in yourself ond do everyrhing you worn ro do in life. You’re o greor person, ond os scary os ir may seem, I love you. — Lisa Mom and Dad — Thank you for oil your love ond support. It's nice ro hove such greor friends! I love you. — Lisa Jenny Lo-Ho-Ha — Remember : If I could grow wings Frirz — Thonks for always being there for me ... I love you. Jusrin — Thonks for oil rhe wonderful rimes together. Art is o lie rhor mokes us realize the rrurh. — Picosso JENN TURNER-A5HLEY JTA Though your dreams may ross ond turn you now, rhey will vanish owoy like your dod s best jeans, denim blue, fading up ro rhe sky. And though you warned ro lost forever, you know you never will, ond rhe porches moke the goodbyes harder still. — Cor Stevens Lisa — Our friendship hos always been one of rhe most important things ro me in rhe post two years. Then again, there's always rhe Vienna Boys Choir. Special thanks to: Drew. Brenno, Moriko, Saroh K. ond Mrs. Hill. Rosemary — thonks. Mom ond Arthur — I love you. Brenno, Moriko, Soroh K : I don’t know whot to soy, bur... 30