Guilderland Central High School - Tawasenthan Yearbook (Guilderland Center, NY)

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It is fall, and the trees are laden with leaves of gold, orange and red- the colors of the sun. The air is fresh and crisp, the birds are flying south and children are romping around in a beautiful pile of leaves. But fall is much more than a change of season. It is a change in attitude and feelings about oneself. lt is an end. lt is a beginning. For most people, fall brings conflict- ing feelings. lt is the end of the carefree times of summer and the beginning of the kaleidoscope of new experiences. Fall is a return to the routine and regularity of school. But it also holds an enticing my- stery of the unknown. Who knows what is in store in the upcoming year? All one can do is look forward to the future with l I1 I J' .1 ff' 'V lc, K n I ff ' 'fit ff Q ' 4 'K - I A ' 4 optimism and anticipation. There will be bad times, but there will be many good times, too. Face the future and make it a friend. Fall brings with it the excitement of new ideas, new opportunities. new goals. lt is the time to do things one never thought of do- ing before: join a club, adopt a new hobby, clean one's rooml Halloween is one of two high- lights of fall. People dress up and pretend they are someone else. lt is a time for enjoyment and silli- ness. People forget their troubles and stop being themselves for one crazy night. On Halloween. the only rule is to forget all rules. go out, and let loose. .F F i Another peapesi di solid :bei fan Fa' Qi id

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Fall leaves falll die, flowers. away, Lengthen night and shorten day: Every leaf speaks bliss to me. Fluttering from the autumn tree -Emily Bronte October turned my maple s leaves Gold, the most are gone now, and there One lingers. Soon these will slip from out the Twig s weak hold like coins between A dying miser s fingers. ' -Thomas Bailey Aldrich T?- , by 6O, gr I, -4 xy' -I 1. , , ya y 1 1 I 11, f Z , 4 1 , wif,- f.fF7 . xv pies. fs- ' - - fi5'9KQ?'Q f 1 5 fp. Hold fast to your dreams For If dreams die Life is like a broken winged bird That cannot fly Langston Hughes Nothing sad or tearful here at the Twilight of the year These October Mornings glow just as if they Seem to know past all doubt and Questioning life is an eternal thing Edgar A Guest