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

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The day is coming, it will soon be here. The day when we leave our friends so dear. The people we never really met Are becoming the faces we ' ll never forget. The teachers we thought we ' d always hate The ones who were always a bit irate. Are actually fascinating, fun, and great. The tardy sweeps, garbage heaps, hall passes. And boring classes will soon be part of the past. Mow did the time go by so fast? This day has departed, and so has time- But the memories of High School will always be mine. Sheryl Binstein THE CURSE or THE ENGLISH TEACHERS I think that I have never known A book as lame as Ethan Frome. My teachers say it ' s good for me But I know that they ' ll never see That when 1 scan across the page The style just puts me in a rage. How can someone wr ite like that? Strange vocab - they must be cracked! Just what do they expect of me? Praise Joyce ' s poem about a tree? Read ten chapters by tonight. Mow you see that we must fight The literature they force on us Which we MUST read without a fuss. Ask me to read and I will sing, Give me a novel by Stephen KingI Of course you know they ' d say it ' s dumb Because reading that would be fun. Wade Wisinsk You see him from across the way Tongue-tied — you don ' t know what to say. Walk right up to take a chance Scared and daring . . . it ' s for romance. ♦ Tor a long time we ' ve been a pair The special times and feelings we share. They ' ll never be forgotten or lost- We ' ll keep them forever ... at all costi I think about you when we ' re apart, I keep your picture in my heart. I love you more every day- I hope this love won ' t drift away. Michelle Fuller 168

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Hold on to Your Dreams Mold on to your dreams Don ' t ever give in. If you keep trying. You ' re going to win. Mold on to your dreams Though sometimes it ' s hard- Just hold your head up And reach for the stars. Mold on to your dreams Though they seem so far away. And those dreams will come true Somehow — Someway. Cheri Frost I hate to think about what happened to us But it always comes to mind When you went on with your life And just left me behind. You really pulled one over on me I thought you truly cared. As I though about loving you And all the times we shared. You would hold me in your arms and Then recite a song; I didn ' t know that you really Didn ' t love me all along. Every time I see you, I cry Because I can ' t forget. A picture of your face. In my mind is set. I hope you ' re happy with your new love But a picture of me will still remain, Because forever, you will have Left my heart in pain. And 1 hope she satisfies and truly Loves you. But just remember — No one will ever love you The way I Used to. Deanna Boyajian 167

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from a Ghost Inside of Me These hurried words From my fingertips But my mind, my soul Is not in control . . rione but a ghost inside of me. A light goes on From under my doorway I know not of imagination O, Apparition, from a world unknown, speak to mel Or could it be ... Nothing more than the ghost inside of me. But as the clock draws nearer To the midnight mark, I feel suddenly a presence. And my head, it turns so swiftly- And then just as quickly (as it came), 1 am alone in the dark. Alone in the dark with only . . . This ghost from inside of me. Janel Watkins There are people . . . There are people who try hard for a day. And they are good. There are people who try hard for a year. And they are better. There are people who try hard for many years, And they are very good. But some people try hard throughout their whole lives. And they are really indispensable. Tony Gonzales oto byr Cfndy I