James Monroe High School - Valhalla Yearbook (North Hills, CA)

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Summer '84 lr was Summer '84 and I have ro say, I wish I could srarr rhe very firsr day. lr srarred off very slow and very cruel For rhis is rhe day I enrered Summer School. lr wasnr much fun and ir was as hor as hell And how I hollered when I heard rhe very lasr G I I received my B and gor our of rhar place Gor in my car and srarred ro race. I was undecided as ro where ro drive So I drove on rhe onramp of rhe 405. I grabbed my srickshifr for ir was our of reach And headed my Toyara rowards Venice Beach, I payed a five dollar bill and parked my car Pur Madonna shades on and felr like a srar. All rhe Breakers were srarlng ar me When I rurned on my box and played BUN ReHecrions l hear chlldren s laughrer in rhe air l look ro rhe playground and see an Array of colors Children gallanrly playing froliang fn amusemenr My hearr pounds harder my pulse llvens Spinning l rurn ra carch a glimpse of a girl Sirrlng alone aloof and somber Remembering myself an image of rhis child My hearr yearns ro go back in rime To change my pasr change my childhood Where dld rhe years go? All rhar rime l spenr longing ro marure Were jusr wasred dreams and false hopes. And now l repenr for my foolishness How l ever rhoughr l could recaprure my childhood l don r know. lrs gone losr ro my own delusions. Cara lsohn DMC. They said 'lHey Baby, whar's up wirh you? I said Come on, Ier's see whar you do. They were spinning and dancing on rheir heads so rough I said So whar you guys are rough. I paid rhem a dollar and lefr rheir side And walked down rhe Boardwalk wirh such a srride, I looked all around saw dreadlocks ro curls Guys for guys and even girls for girls. People were bizarre so odd and so srrange On a I ro IO basis I couldnr even range. Summer 841 was ending so fasr Oh how I wanted rhar fun ro lasr. Bur evenrually I knew I had ro go For I had one year lefr Ar James Monroe. Susan Gorrlieb , , , , I I , , , , I r ' , , , , Q I - 1 ! ll I l ll l I I l l I - - R f f . Q45 I I . Q 4 .I E l , iw Q Q ss T , iw X Hg I ' I , , , , I I

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I i i I i I I I . ,igifgef If I Could If I could, l'd stop the world from spinning round so fast. l'd take a broom and sweep away the stains upon my past. If I could l'd shout aloud so all the world could hear. l'd promise that the threat of war they'd never have to fear. If I could l'd brake the lock and set my spirit free. Free to spread it's wings and soar across the land and sea. If I could l'd take the sun and bottle up its warmth, I And save it for a rainy day when I am all alone. If I could l'd fly away, never to return, Until the day when peace on earth was not to be concerned. If I could l'd take away all weapons of destruction, And grow anew the fruits of life for future generations. Nat Harmond 5 l i I I I I I Eternal Hearts This yearning feeling, these chills of pain. A toning rythm of sadness, Surreptitiously I love you. Hiding the pain and the need, Through all the lies, the grief, the tears, and the victories, lstill loole in my reflection of love and see only you. Silently, patiently, gracefully, we shared. My non-existant love will only mean my life has no meaning . . . My truthful heart bleeds for yours . . . again . . . Finding out hearts as one . . . Triumphant reality . . . Finding our hearts drifting apart . . . Grieving sadness . . . As life must go on . . . smile to me my endless light, I give to you my eternal heart. Missy Bloom